Open Apology to the Former unofficial Residents of #15:
I know I was probably an uptight jerk who was always trying to regulate shit. I wish I had been able to find a way to enjoy the chaos and the mayhem, but I didn’t realize then that I could make life a real adventure and that it could be fun. My anxiety always led me to try and find safe, steady gigs— dealing to clean, rich white kids, shoplifting art books to sell to tourists on Bedford, forging prescriptions… meanwhile you and Z were stealing $500 belts from the Louis Vuitton store, plotting drug store capers, and setting the futon on fire.
I remember secretly being mad when you spray painted “i have no friends” in big pink letters on my tv screen, even though the apt hadn’t had electricity for months (years?), nevermind the fact that there was never anything on TV anyway. I wasn’t upset because you were hurting or lonely or felt isolated; I was upset because you had vandalized my stupid worthless property and turned it into art. I always I envied the way you seemed to be able to enjoy the down and out life, something I could never manage.
Adult contemporary playlist for Sunday morning. You can tell this is my adult playlist because I was going to call it the “Better Homes & Gardens Bitches” playlist but I decided tone it down a little. I’ll actually probably end up just listening to some Stones (Let It Bleed/Sticky Fingers), some Dylan (Highway 61 Revisited), Bolero, Swan Lake, and Marriage of Figaro this morning.
Mysterious, intoxicating, and utterly original, Upstream Color is a deftly-made, beautiful, challenging movie that opens up all kinds of possibilities. As intrigued as I am by the enigmatic story, it’s the richness and inventiveness of Shane Carruth’s cinematic language that really makes an impression. Yes, the narrative structure is innovative and yeah, there are probably deep philosophical and phenomenological issues explored here, but man, what a luxurious movie-watching experience, one that truly engages the senses as well as the mind. A deliberate and fully-realized work of art— and these days, I think that’s saying something.
(I know this is pretty much word-for-word the exact same review I gave “Escape From Planet Earth 3D,” but I really mean it this time.)
I would post some words here in order to seduce you into watching this video but my bagel just popped out of the toaster and while I like and appreciate you and think highly of you (sometimes) and am somewhat desperate for your approval or even admiration, I want to go eat my bagel so you’re pretty much on your own here.