August 2011
20 posts
Watching "Talking Head," a film by Mamoru Oshii,...
Nope! We decided cutting out seven or more scenes would greatly help our intake of all the avant-garde bat shit raining into our eyes. For those of you thinking, “Well, Ghost in the Shell did have some boring expository bits”—take those bits, make them Our Town-esque re the history of cinema’s self-awareness, and you have a very preposterous test of Western audiences appreciation...
Alone Time Is Exhausting
During my run this evening, I rehearsed several ways to ask, at the end of my Cultural Studies seminar, if anyone planned on seeing Midnight in Paris? Debartolo Performing Arts Center is running these tremendous flicks, and I don’t want to wait the requisite two or three weeks before finding that casual graduate school friend to burden with film-going.
Although, this example may illuminate...
I got a stipend.
I took myself from 13.5 to 10.5 credits, in consideration of the 15hour work week I’ll be logging. Oh god and it feels good to look at this completely manageable course-load. I work under the dome. I look for formatting errors in theses and dissertations—the easy part; the difficult part is accessing all the files from 35 different mark-up programs, network drives, email accounts, etc. I...
Postmortem 1.0 "Introduction" →
I figured out how to use Mega Upload, so if you wanted to start at the beginning, you may do so now. The second episode should be up this evening, hopefully before True Blood. My friends Allison and Liz helped out. Anticipate more cicada sounds on the noise floor. And my own canny over-use of the radio effect in Garage Band. Pretty much a dream come true, non?
An Important Breakthrough
I am eternally grateful to Martin’s father for soliciting the connection. My trauma is nearly healed over.
True Blood Recap: Straw Dogs →
Watched most of this episode with Cody tonight, and then couldn’t finish it because his computer over-heats (it does, even though I’m not supposed to talk about it). I went to Grantland, a website I learned exists late last week, on a whim, and found that MOLLY FUCKING LAMBERT DOES TRUE BLOOD RECAPS. And they’re on point. They’re not a writing competition between recappeur...
Stage Collapses at Indiana State Fair; at Least 5... →
The video footage of this event is of course disturbing and sad. The young woman and mother interviewed, however, are well-spoken and sincere. She uses “triage” in a noble way. The BBC reporter pronounces Hoosier “Who-seer” instead of the vernacular “Hooszure”; a noble variation. But god damn it.
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WatchJeremy reminded me to read Hua Hsu’s take on the Jay/Kanye album over at Grantland. I didn’t know the website exists.
Later that night, Kate and I crawled into a borrowed evangelion unit then revisited Graduation by dancing in LCL. I’m pretty handsy and she’s got hips. This is um performance art. Ah ha ha ha. Eh! Ha!
I have four more days of this summer job. If...
WatchA.J. invited me over yesterday to play a grueling round or fifteen of “Island Booll,” a game he devised with the help of the Siblings Greenwood. Despite her taciturn nature, Libby proved a genuine virtuoso, off-setting many of A.J.’s deficiencies on the garage-court. I never got the hang of bouncing the tennis ball to score a four-pointer. When the girls left, of course the game...
Anxiety Is Creamy Tahini Spread on a Carrot
The three of us have been open to the glut of possibility for months now, really gutting ourselves on off-chances, on the fly-bys, on stick-poky prospects of a living wage. Now that the student loan bubble is like a thing again, not just a vapor, we’re even feeling a little brash. Between the two of them, he’s got three phone calls, and she’s been hired by the school. I applied...
Further Engagement
In a previous installment I discussed “Work It,” a show that doesn’t seem destined for Emmy glory but nonetheless gave me a chance to remark on media depictions of the LGBTQ community. I wrote then, “Duck Beater is all about advancing the queer agenda and articulating positions in the epistolary form.” Indeed, this morning I’m publishing an excerpt from an...
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Mere Implication Is as Energizing as Foreplay, pt....
Scandal is inscribed from above. You can be totally unawares of flirting with disaster and then boom, a truck coasting over a bridge as its girders snap, hell’s gaping maw. Guys on the track team call me a fag, I’m not a fag, S said, one night. My look was unsympathetic. I asked, Well, I mean, in what particulars aren’t you a fag? He didn’t like the word, first, the whole...
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Mere Implication Is as Energizing as Foreplay, pt....
I think what I enjoy about scandal is its sense of competing authorship. Let me develop this point with some personal consideration before I enter the present, which is actually why I’ve sat down to post on a Tuesday—to get a grip on the present, however circumspect. Anyway: At a Christmas party in college, I was introduced to a tall dark stranger probably a foot height-wise out of my...
