I watched "the science of sleep" a few days ago and I realized that Gael Garcia Bernal is really fucking talented.
July 19, 2009
July 13, 2009
Easter Eggs, Satanic Rituals, horror
Ok.
So.
As a child I used to have nightmares about the easter bunny. Don't laugh. It was serious. Last night, (it might of been the vodka or whiskey...) I had another dream about the easter bunny. It tried to murder me. Now. What the fuck.
Normally I don't pay attention to dreams. I think they're fascinating and provide inspiration for a lot of artists/creative types but I'm more intrigued by the psychological side, the cognition and brain patterns that occur during unconscious sleep. The linear side, if you will, not the symbolic meaning. After researching for a lot longer than I should of, basically, no one really knows why we dream. This strikes me as strange.
why the fuck I keep having nightmares about an Evil Easter Bunny? Where does this come from? What part of my brain. I like bunnies. I have fond memories of easter sundays and church and pretty dresses stained with chocolate from the easter bunny.
Now, however, I wake up in a cold sweat due to a fictions Pagan Christian prototype. Bah.
however, that painting by Sowa (totally makes me proud to be part German) leads me to believe that other people might have the same ideas/fears of the easter bunny. This strikes me as strange also, but not as strange as the actual dream itself in which I am frantically running from a satanic easter bunny who is covered in a thick coat of fur.
Gee, thanks my unconscious .
(sidenote:Freud did a lot of cocaine when he was writing, "the interpretation of dreams" and I'm going to do a rhetorical analysis of it. I want to see how he actually used logic and how the writing mirrors the cognition of a person on cocaine. This will piss a lot of Freudian scholars off. Generally there are those who think he's a coke-head and those who completely disregard it. It's a weird divide that exists. But point is, Freud did a shit ton of coke when he wrote, arguably, his most influncial piece of work on the unconcious and dreams.)
July 11, 2009
Oh Can-a-duh.
Pretext: This is going to be a first person narrative, in which I will hopefully successfully intrigue you with my own ego and voice. It might be a vain attempt, fragmented and hopefully not TOO angsty, morose, or cynical, but goddamn, I'm going to write it anyway, and I'm not even going to proof it.
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This morning started with me pushing the snooze alarm to 710am , 5 minutes before I have to be out the door in my car, driving to work. While running out of my room in just my underwear I step on a piece glass which lodges itself right in my heel. A river of blood pours out onto the worn tan hardwood floor. I hop downstairs, still in my underwear, oblivious to the mysterious man sleeping on my sofa. I look at him, shrug, and hope he doesn't open his eyes.
He does. I walk past, grab my uniform from the dryer and dress in the dining room. I band-aid the bloody river on my foot pour a cup of coffee and run out the door.
The rest of the morning was normal, the practiced redundant process that is the work-a-day world, until, reaching Victoria harbor and older man comes up to me. He's wearing a too-tight button up plaid shirt. "So, what do YOU do while we're all in Victoria?"
"Um. I cook dinner"
"Oh. I was hoping you'd come down with me. It'd be fun"
"No, I've got to cook."
I abruptly turn and leave and put the lines on the bow. I hide downstairs because I don't like this man. He is incredibly creepy. He leaves with the rest and I decide to go to my favorite haven for lunch to get away from work.
It's totally cool and normal until I take a turn down an alleyway (because I'm a brontosaurus**) I walk past two homeless people, one man and one woman sitting against the wall. I hear them crack open two beers. I turn around. The man, missing all of his front teeth says, "Oh no, ma'm! I'm just drinkin a beer."
I pause. "Oh I wish I had a goddamn beer." I turn and keep walking.
I find the out-of-the-tourist view cafe and start ordering. Somehow I end up talking to the incredibly cute server who I assume is gay (he just gave off that vibe) he wasn't. I end up ordering my food confused and embarrassed. I just spent 15 minutes flirting with someone without even realizing it. I. am. awkward. I grab my food and go as far away from him as possible and start reading my book. In the middle of an interesting passage on linguistics I hear two Canadians discuss American politics. I then look up and smell weed.
I start easedropping. Both men were incredibly articulate and well spoken. However in the end, that both agreed that America is fucked until we Socialize basic 'human needs.' They also said most of America is ignorant. I disagree with the first statement, but agree with the latter.
Abruptly, and seemingly out of nowhere a man in an electronic wheelchair drives?? over with a black poodle sitting in his lap. He tries to sell me an independent newspaper that 'exposes the corporate minded media.' I don't know what to say to him. At this point, after the homeless people wearing leather shoes drinking a beer, the political discussions and the mysterious joint, I'm off kilter. I just wanted to read and eat and drink a cup of coffee to suffice my lack-of-nap.
I tell him I'm a capitalist. I tell him that I love Bush. I tell him that America is the greatest country known to man. I tell that I don't want anything to do with the paper.
In my head, all I wanted was peace and quiet, a book and caffeine. Instead I was handed homelessness, incredibly good looking Canadians asking for my number, conflicting political ideologies and an extremist, anti-establishment newspaper. Only one of these is desirable and that is up to you to decide.
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**Brontosaurus vs. T-rex: A metaphorical philosophy on life that stresses the importance of knowing your surroundings that i was told last week. It is also slightly aggressive and incredibly realist. It and puts little faith in the idea of a 'safe' and 'just' society and rather focuses on the the individual, in relation to human nature being self-preservation.
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This morning started with me pushing the snooze alarm to 710am , 5 minutes before I have to be out the door in my car, driving to work. While running out of my room in just my underwear I step on a piece glass which lodges itself right in my heel. A river of blood pours out onto the worn tan hardwood floor. I hop downstairs, still in my underwear, oblivious to the mysterious man sleeping on my sofa. I look at him, shrug, and hope he doesn't open his eyes.
He does. I walk past, grab my uniform from the dryer and dress in the dining room. I band-aid the bloody river on my foot pour a cup of coffee and run out the door.
The rest of the morning was normal, the practiced redundant process that is the work-a-day world, until, reaching Victoria harbor and older man comes up to me. He's wearing a too-tight button up plaid shirt. "So, what do YOU do while we're all in Victoria?"
"Um. I cook dinner"
"Oh. I was hoping you'd come down with me. It'd be fun"
"No, I've got to cook."
I abruptly turn and leave and put the lines on the bow. I hide downstairs because I don't like this man. He is incredibly creepy. He leaves with the rest and I decide to go to my favorite haven for lunch to get away from work.
It's totally cool and normal until I take a turn down an alleyway (because I'm a brontosaurus**) I walk past two homeless people, one man and one woman sitting against the wall. I hear them crack open two beers. I turn around. The man, missing all of his front teeth says, "Oh no, ma'm! I'm just drinkin a beer."
I pause. "Oh I wish I had a goddamn beer." I turn and keep walking.
I find the out-of-the-tourist view cafe and start ordering. Somehow I end up talking to the incredibly cute server who I assume is gay (he just gave off that vibe) he wasn't. I end up ordering my food confused and embarrassed. I just spent 15 minutes flirting with someone without even realizing it. I. am. awkward. I grab my food and go as far away from him as possible and start reading my book. In the middle of an interesting passage on linguistics I hear two Canadians discuss American politics. I then look up and smell weed.
I start easedropping. Both men were incredibly articulate and well spoken. However in the end, that both agreed that America is fucked until we Socialize basic 'human needs.' They also said most of America is ignorant. I disagree with the first statement, but agree with the latter.
Abruptly, and seemingly out of nowhere a man in an electronic wheelchair drives?? over with a black poodle sitting in his lap. He tries to sell me an independent newspaper that 'exposes the corporate minded media.' I don't know what to say to him. At this point, after the homeless people wearing leather shoes drinking a beer, the political discussions and the mysterious joint, I'm off kilter. I just wanted to read and eat and drink a cup of coffee to suffice my lack-of-nap.
I tell him I'm a capitalist. I tell him that I love Bush. I tell him that America is the greatest country known to man. I tell that I don't want anything to do with the paper.
In my head, all I wanted was peace and quiet, a book and caffeine. Instead I was handed homelessness, incredibly good looking Canadians asking for my number, conflicting political ideologies and an extremist, anti-establishment newspaper. Only one of these is desirable and that is up to you to decide.
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**Brontosaurus vs. T-rex: A metaphorical philosophy on life that stresses the importance of knowing your surroundings that i was told last week. It is also slightly aggressive and incredibly realist. It and puts little faith in the idea of a 'safe' and 'just' society and rather focuses on the the individual, in relation to human nature being self-preservation.
July 4, 2009
Late-Nights. Early Mornings II
630 am is brutal. No matter what. I can't fall asleep anymore. No seriously. It's a problem, because I end up passing out in the grass in Canada listening to podcasts. I wake up confused at where I am and how I got there for the first 30 sec. Then I go back and flip the chicken and cook the salmon.
When its not midnight, I'll blog about the following:
Stories about a vacuum.
poking Fun at Sexism
Canada Day
17 hr work days
Plus, my favorite--sexy married men!
July 1, 2009
inordinate amount of trailers.
3.7 movies, I'm excited about
1)Away We Go, even though it looks mushy and emotional and might make me want to cry (ok, sometimes, it happens!) it's co-written by Dave Eggers and directed by Sam Mendes, this almost guarantees it to be *amazing*
2)500 Days of Summer. Partly because the female lead is someone who is characterized as a cynic, but also because I've had a teen-crush on Joseph Gordon-Levitt since I saw "10 things I hate about you" and he wears incredibly attractive clothing. I would pay 8.00 to see him run around in suits and vests with ties and sidebags. The movie looks decent also. Sad, but decent.
3) The pinnacle, it's not even out until Oct but it is worth mentioning in this list. the preview looks incredible, arcade fire as part of the score, written by spike jonze & dave eggers and directed by jonze, it looks fucking fantastic. I will be greatly, greatly, disappointed if this does not do justice to Maurice Sendak's childrens book, because I grew up reading it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NOkQ4dYVaM
3.7) I think i only like this movie because it reminds me of walt whitman's poem 'when i heard the learn'd astronomer'
http://quotations.about.com/cs/poemlyrics/a/When_I_Heard_Th.htm
Postnote: While looking up trailers, i found a preview for this really shitty looking movie, postgrad. It looks.... really really terrible, BUT, Rodrigo Santoro is in it as a sexy neighbor. Oh god. I want that sexy of a neighbor. Blah, blah, skip most until about 1:20 into it and stop it before it goes to 2 min.
1)Away We Go, even though it looks mushy and emotional and might make me want to cry (ok, sometimes, it happens!) it's co-written by Dave Eggers and directed by Sam Mendes, this almost guarantees it to be *amazing*
2)500 Days of Summer. Partly because the female lead is someone who is characterized as a cynic, but also because I've had a teen-crush on Joseph Gordon-Levitt since I saw "10 things I hate about you" and he wears incredibly attractive clothing. I would pay 8.00 to see him run around in suits and vests with ties and sidebags. The movie looks decent also. Sad, but decent.
3) The pinnacle, it's not even out until Oct but it is worth mentioning in this list. the preview looks incredible, arcade fire as part of the score, written by spike jonze & dave eggers and directed by jonze, it looks fucking fantastic. I will be greatly, greatly, disappointed if this does not do justice to Maurice Sendak's childrens book, because I grew up reading it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NOkQ4dYVaM
3.7) I think i only like this movie because it reminds me of walt whitman's poem 'when i heard the learn'd astronomer'
http://quotations.about.com/cs/poemlyrics/a/When_I_Heard_Th.htm
Postnote: While looking up trailers, i found a preview for this really shitty looking movie, postgrad. It looks.... really really terrible, BUT, Rodrigo Santoro is in it as a sexy neighbor. Oh god. I want that sexy of a neighbor. Blah, blah, skip most until about 1:20 into it and stop it before it goes to 2 min.
June 29, 2009
MJ, Ruffles, Mr. Mays, Heartattacks, Gin ,etc.
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June 26, 2009
Sea.Horse. and more!
There's a recent theme of the sea in my blogs lately.
Mostly because I'm incredibly bitter at the current time consumption I spend on it. But, it's also incredibly beautiful, even if it does eat up 50+ hrs a week.
But, on the few times I'm not on the sea, or in canada or in a boat, I do awesome things like:
Buy a bob seger record, live bullet for 3 dollars !!!!!! ah, such a good find (however, I have to accredit this to my boyfriend for finding it, then realizing the personal tie I have to seger via nostalgia) and, most importantly,
seahorses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I don't know why I think they're so cute. I think its because they look like a dinosaur. They are also incredibly pointy and look like they have eyelashes. Things that are pointy and cute and look like a dinosaur (oh, wait)....
Anyway, I seriously want one
SO
bad.
Waking up in the morning to a seahorse!
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Two random Sea-related premises.
I found out that whale watching boats have captains that bet beer for the person to first spot the whale pod.
Quote from captain,"A Breach for Brew"
I also got lost in Victoria. Yeah, I know it's an island, but I was walking, someone got sick, the ambulance blocked the street and I had to take weird turns. However, I stumbled upon this awesome church. Which was totally unexpected and cool, and incredibly beautiful inside.
Then a crack-head homeless women yelled across the street from me and I promptly went back to the harbor.
Mostly because I'm incredibly bitter at the current time consumption I spend on it. But, it's also incredibly beautiful, even if it does eat up 50+ hrs a week.
But, on the few times I'm not on the sea, or in canada or in a boat, I do awesome things like:
Buy a bob seger record, live bullet for 3 dollars !!!!!! ah, such a good find (however, I have to accredit this to my boyfriend for finding it, then realizing the personal tie I have to seger via nostalgia) and, most importantly,
seahorses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I don't know why I think they're so cute. I think its because they look like a dinosaur. They are also incredibly pointy and look like they have eyelashes. Things that are pointy and cute and look like a dinosaur (oh, wait)....Anyway, I seriously want one
SO
bad.
Waking up in the morning to a seahorse!
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Two random Sea-related premises.
I found out that whale watching boats have captains that bet beer for the person to first spot the whale pod.
Quote from captain,"A Breach for Brew"
I also got lost in Victoria. Yeah, I know it's an island, but I was walking, someone got sick, the ambulance blocked the street and I had to take weird turns. However, I stumbled upon this awesome church. Which was totally unexpected and cool, and incredibly beautiful inside.
Then a crack-head homeless women yelled across the street from me and I promptly went back to the harbor.
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