The task of creating a book is interesting and long. Good thing too, as it keeps me out of trouble. Fortunately, I distracted myself by tweaking this site. Hopefully it's alright with you.
In other news:
Streaming Festival: Synapse
Elated, I am.
24.10.09
20.10.09
Kibo
No one knows where you go when you're sleeping, but occasionally it feels as if a parallel dimension is colliding with your own. Only then does the past seem to haunt me. You can walk with a skip in your step on this Earth, building upon your experiences and aiming for some form of peace, but what can you do when you see a bit of honesty of yourself as you peer into the mirror that is your dreams? Damn the subconscious for creating a new scenario, and damn me for knowing what I would do.
How tragic, the human that is in us all.
In other news: Coppola's Dracula is at the Dryden tonight, I plan to attend.
How tragic, the human that is in us all.
In other news: Coppola's Dracula is at the Dryden tonight, I plan to attend.
19.10.09
Mild Monday madness, maybe moroseness?
Scraping the ice off my car this morning, knuckles white, I had to think to myself: you're all idiots. Being from Texas, I won't ever get used to the morning chill up here in NY and can only hope to hold my own schedule one day.
And yet I would probably wake up early then as well, occasionally. But I would not find the cold as unbearable for some odd psychological reason that I do not know of yet. I suppose all the little inconveniences are made greater when it is all for someone's desires other than your own. Oh well, until I can stop being lazy, I will endure this.
My flowers don't have names. I think in it's lifespan, a flower would only see so much to need such an extensive vocabulary to identify objects, let alone another flower. Then again, I have them speaking in english. Who's to say what the mode of communication is between floral or fauna, other than physical?
Waiting to hear back from a film festival is torture, but fortunately I tend to forget to wait and when I do hear back it's like a pleasant surprise (if it's good news). They are rather kind to not inform you when it's bad news, but now I do remember and I have to wonder what's to come. Oh bother.
Last week a child was swept away in a silver balloon and flew across the Colorado skies at 30 miles per hour (~48km/hr) only to gently land on a farmer's field. Everyone's elation could be felt through the flatscreen TVs that covered the walls while real news and events were left uncovered.
Actually, let me edit that.
Last week a child was swept away in a silver balloon and flew across the Colorado skies at 30 miles per hour (~48km/hr) only to gently land on a farmer's field. Everyone's elation could be felt through the flatscreen TVs that covered the walls while real news and events were left uncovered.
There we go.
And yet I would probably wake up early then as well, occasionally. But I would not find the cold as unbearable for some odd psychological reason that I do not know of yet. I suppose all the little inconveniences are made greater when it is all for someone's desires other than your own. Oh well, until I can stop being lazy, I will endure this.
My flowers don't have names. I think in it's lifespan, a flower would only see so much to need such an extensive vocabulary to identify objects, let alone another flower. Then again, I have them speaking in english. Who's to say what the mode of communication is between floral or fauna, other than physical?
Waiting to hear back from a film festival is torture, but fortunately I tend to forget to wait and when I do hear back it's like a pleasant surprise (if it's good news). They are rather kind to not inform you when it's bad news, but now I do remember and I have to wonder what's to come. Oh bother.
Last week a child was swept away in a silver balloon and flew across the Colorado skies at 30 miles per hour (~48km/hr) only to gently land on a farmer's field. Everyone's elation could be felt through the flatscreen TVs that covered the walls while real news and events were left uncovered.
Actually, let me edit that.
Last week
There we go.
13.10.09
secret handshakes
Turning leaves always give me a chill. A silent sign of seasonal sorrow.
That is, what's to come. So we all gather to stay warm and ward off such unpleasantries.
Like rainfall, the sudden shift in character thrills me. Although I, too, am affected.
It's perhaps the period of proper productivity for myself.
That is to say - it's difficult for me to be productive during the Summer, or so that is how it appears to be. Summer vacation, much? It's a period of scribbling great ideas down when you're out getting into trouble with the world; only to seek shelter soon after the chill winds come through, in order to assist an idea that might fester into an expression. The medium? That, too, will come howling in the night.
Expect more this season.
That is, what's to come. So we all gather to stay warm and ward off such unpleasantries.
Like rainfall, the sudden shift in character thrills me. Although I, too, am affected.
It's perhaps the period of proper productivity for myself.
That is to say - it's difficult for me to be productive during the Summer, or so that is how it appears to be. Summer vacation, much? It's a period of scribbling great ideas down when you're out getting into trouble with the world; only to seek shelter soon after the chill winds come through, in order to assist an idea that might fester into an expression. The medium? That, too, will come howling in the night.
Expect more this season.
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