11/30/10
Watched HP7.1, which, like every other HP film, diverges in feeling from its predecessors; but unlike the predecessors, that feeling is at most secondarily from technical reasons. Certainly the doubled length, the lengthy interval since reading the once-read source, or the filmmakers’ accumulation of experience contribute to the effect. But the setting is different: this is a quest into the real world, not against the backdrop of education. The characters are different: these aren’t shepherded schoolchildren, but mentorless new adults. The theme is different: this isn’t yet another progression step on the path to maturity, but with a defined endpoint visible.
11/29/10
11/28/10
11/27/10
“The kisses of the sun were sweet / I didn’t blink / I let it in my eyes…”
Looking back and forward, and seeing familiar forgotten faces, who are recognizing, remembering, stating firmly and warmly: You are one of us. This is where you belong. Stay.
“…And now the night is gone / Still it goes on and on / So deep inside of me…”
Such familiar faces, with names that on the edge of recollection; such familiar names that have drifted away from the face; such familiar stories that are shared among such divergence. Everybody has a bright future ahead. Everybody speaks, everybody listens, everybody understands each other.
“…And everybody’s singing…”
For one night, everybody was the most popular kid in high school. For one night, Past and Present are balanced in joy.
“…La la la la la…”
Looking back and forward, and seeing familiar forgotten faces, who are recognizing, remembering, stating firmly and warmly: You are one of us. This is where you belong. Stay.
“…And now the night is gone / Still it goes on and on / So deep inside of me…”
Such familiar faces, with names that on the edge of recollection; such familiar names that have drifted away from the face; such familiar stories that are shared among such divergence. Everybody has a bright future ahead. Everybody speaks, everybody listens, everybody understands each other.
“…And everybody’s singing…”
For one night, everybody was the most popular kid in high school. For one night, Past and Present are balanced in joy.
“…La la la la la…”
11/26/10
“You'll remember me when the west wind moves…”
Misheard “I never make promises lightly” as “I never make promises I can’t keep”. Both convey the same idea, but there are underlying linguistic differences. For “can’t” is a definite binary, unlike the spectrum of capability implied by “lightly”, with a Venn diagram of promises that could be kept and promised that were. But the actual lyric is especially disappointing in the context of the following “And there have been some that I’ve broken”. For “can’t keep” modifies promise, but “lightly” modifies make. Thus what is expected to be a contrast, with an impersonal statement instead of the active subject, is instead a parallel.
“…Many years have passed since those summer days…”
I hear a different tune, and I look upon the same path.
“…When we walked in fields of gold…”
Misheard “I never make promises lightly” as “I never make promises I can’t keep”. Both convey the same idea, but there are underlying linguistic differences. For “can’t” is a definite binary, unlike the spectrum of capability implied by “lightly”, with a Venn diagram of promises that could be kept and promised that were. But the actual lyric is especially disappointing in the context of the following “And there have been some that I’ve broken”. For “can’t keep” modifies promise, but “lightly” modifies make. Thus what is expected to be a contrast, with an impersonal statement instead of the active subject, is instead a parallel.
“…Many years have passed since those summer days…”
I hear a different tune, and I look upon the same path.
“…When we walked in fields of gold…”
11/25/10
The worst Thanksgiving travel horrors are those which are self-imposed.
The best Thanksgiving travel graces are those which are gratefully given.
“If they had brought my luggage, but didn’t deliver it onto dry land- it would have been enough.”
“And if I had been picked up at the airport, but hadn’t gone to Nando’s- it would have been enough.”
The best Thanksgiving travel graces are those which are gratefully given.
“If they had brought my luggage, but didn’t deliver it onto dry land- it would have been enough.”
“And if I had been picked up at the airport, but hadn’t gone to Nando’s- it would have been enough.”
11/24/10
“Speaking words of wisdom…”
"Take care" is unoptimistic, assuming a dreary miersable world which requires its occupants to focus lest they never see each other again, their planes not arriving properly unless they doublecheck the destination with a flight attendant. The care is wariness, not meticulousness. And yet, this also assumes a world in which occupants are in complete control over their outcomes: with enough care, anything is achievable.
Whereas "[god] be [with you, [wherever you may go]]": that has a freedom, and the opposite of determination. "[see you] later": clingy, certainly, but acknowledging a bond, by which some day the interaction will be resumed. Unlike "take care", which enjoins us with our own responsibility, these conclusions are passive, with a defined or undefined higher power in control of what will happen.
For I like being, not the overachievement of being. I do not listen to make; I hear be. Lack of control does not bother me; for there is a difference between external and internal control, and what I do not is being unable to control internals, and having to control externals. "Take care" is not my world.
“…Let it be…”
"Take care" is unoptimistic, assuming a dreary miersable world which requires its occupants to focus lest they never see each other again, their planes not arriving properly unless they doublecheck the destination with a flight attendant. The care is wariness, not meticulousness. And yet, this also assumes a world in which occupants are in complete control over their outcomes: with enough care, anything is achievable.
Whereas "[god] be [with you, [wherever you may go]]": that has a freedom, and the opposite of determination. "[see you] later": clingy, certainly, but acknowledging a bond, by which some day the interaction will be resumed. Unlike "take care", which enjoins us with our own responsibility, these conclusions are passive, with a defined or undefined higher power in control of what will happen.
For I like being, not the overachievement of being. I do not listen to make; I hear be. Lack of control does not bother me; for there is a difference between external and internal control, and what I do not is being unable to control internals, and having to control externals. "Take care" is not my world.
“…Let it be…”
11/22/10
11/21/10
“What are you doing? What- what- what are you doing?”
Neither the sassy nor the gay are what’s necessary for averting tragedy.
Neither the sassy nor the gay are what’s necessary for averting tragedy.
11/20/10
11/19/10
Midnight bacon is an amazing thing; but now for 2 reasons.
“Ok, I followed the instructions, but now my bacon is trapped within the microwave. Am I supposed to remove it? If so, how? Please help.”
“My only criticism is that it's too bad its a late night recipe only, my children have to be in bed early so they won't be ever able to try it. :( Please post one for early morning bacon. Thanks!”
“This recipe looks great! Could you please add the instructions on how to switch the oven on and off.”
“You didn't specify which brand of paper towel”
“Do you have any recipes for cereal? The kind in a box? I really like cereal, but it seems tricky- milk first? cereal? big spoon? little spoon?”
“Sounds yummy, but I'm a vegetarian. Do you have a way to make this without meat?”
“I've just realized I let the bacon overlap a bit on the center of the plate and my microwave has already been going for 2 1/2 minutes”
“Ok, I followed the instructions, but now my bacon is trapped within the microwave. Am I supposed to remove it? If so, how? Please help.”
“My only criticism is that it's too bad its a late night recipe only, my children have to be in bed early so they won't be ever able to try it. :( Please post one for early morning bacon. Thanks!”
“This recipe looks great! Could you please add the instructions on how to switch the oven on and off.”
“You didn't specify which brand of paper towel”
“Do you have any recipes for cereal? The kind in a box? I really like cereal, but it seems tricky- milk first? cereal? big spoon? little spoon?”
“Sounds yummy, but I'm a vegetarian. Do you have a way to make this without meat?”
“I've just realized I let the bacon overlap a bit on the center of the plate and my microwave has already been going for 2 1/2 minutes”
11/17/10
"You can follow logic or contest it all..."
Accomplish or experience is a dichotomy.
"...The element of progress that you mentioned's gone / And deevolved to something you were headed toward..."
Pyroclasty or spontaneity is a concern.
"...I don't want to regret what I did..."
Not now or special.
"...Like a cast shadow..."
11/15/10
“Too Much Memory” retells Antigone, but it is, as introduced, a metanarrative: a retelling of a translation. And so on the show’s final night, with the troubles of the previous night avenged, with the Bush administration deposed, with combat troops withdrawn, the play feels superfluous. The actors sit watching action as much as the audience they face; the chorus inserts herself among the audience and actors as necessary. The actual plot no longer seems necessary to the mirrored reactions.
11/13/10
<turns arounds, takes a quick look> Oh, All My Children.
“Busted.”
No, I don't watch it, I just know that it's not One Life to Live or General Hospital.
“Digging yourself deeper.”
As the world turns.
Sometimes I can’t stand how slowly the earth turns.
Hold on to the slowness. We will need it soon enough.
True, I suppose. But if it were so held now, then we wouldn’t need to save it for later.
The thing is, we always and only have now.
“Busted.”
No, I don't watch it, I just know that it's not One Life to Live or General Hospital.
“Digging yourself deeper.”
As the world turns.
Sometimes I can’t stand how slowly the earth turns.
Hold on to the slowness. We will need it soon enough.
True, I suppose. But if it were so held now, then we wouldn’t need to save it for later.
The thing is, we always and only have now.
11/11/10
Imadork but I’m totally taking a 3:14 pie break. (pumpkin)
Totally just made a pie, in the oven presently!
I love how our stomachs are theta-wavy too. (what kind?)
Pumpkin. (what else?)
I nearly got the pecan before I realized, why would I do that.
The first layer of my she is pecan. He it’s good maybe bed it to our .k
haha I understood that.
Good, because t9 did not.
Sometimes I bake scones. I've less time but less stress. Life is good.
Totally just made a pie, in the oven presently!
I love how our stomachs are theta-wavy too. (what kind?)
Pumpkin. (what else?)
I nearly got the pecan before I realized, why would I do that.
The first layer of my she is pecan. He it’s good maybe bed it to our .k
haha I understood that.
Good, because t9 did not.
Sometimes I bake scones. I've less time but less stress. Life is good.
11/10/10
11/9/10
“Your dreams never follow the chronology of history…”
Seeking complements and compliments, traversing into surreality, a world of zeitgeist where one would live if it weren’t already home, and by arriving, it becomes foreign to the eye. For ideal is never actual: we know ourselves too little and the rest of the world too well. All that is requested is one night to sleep in your bed; you needn’t to be there. Easy in third person; impossible otherwise.
“…You people are singing to me…”
Would you date yourself?
“…And your song says what it says…”
Would you be your own wingman?
Seeking complements and compliments, traversing into surreality, a world of zeitgeist where one would live if it weren’t already home, and by arriving, it becomes foreign to the eye. For ideal is never actual: we know ourselves too little and the rest of the world too well. All that is requested is one night to sleep in your bed; you needn’t to be there. Easy in third person; impossible otherwise.
“…You people are singing to me…”
Would you date yourself?
“…And your song says what it says…”
Would you be your own wingman?
11/6/10
11/5/10
11/4/10
11/2/10
Have you eaten dinner yet?
No, but…
Okay, from your apartment, turn right on N. Broadway Ave. Then go to Aldine…
I’m not at my apartment. I’m at a sketch writing session.
Okay, well, when you’re done, you need to go there, because there’s an amazing pizza I just ate called Homemade Pizza Co., and they have locations in Chicago.
Yeah, they’re a chain, I walk by that place all the time, and there’s another a block away from here, that I was literally at for the first time less than an hour ago.
How was it?
I don’t know. See, I had just come from work and I was looking for a quick slice of pizza before sketch writing, so I was like, hm, let’s try Homemade Pizza, and I bought a small without realizing until after purchasing that their gimmick was that it was uncooked, and I couldn’t walk into someone’s home and ask, hey can, I borrow you oven to make a pizza to not share with you. I have too much food shame.
Well, hold on to and eat it later.
They only had transparent bags, and I didn’t have anything to put it in. But I realized how cold it was outside. So I geocached it a block away, and didn’t tell anyone, intending to retrieve it when I leave- but then you call with street instructions to get Homemade Pizza Co. pizza.
Unspeakably awesome.
No, but…
Okay, from your apartment, turn right on N. Broadway Ave. Then go to Aldine…
I’m not at my apartment. I’m at a sketch writing session.
Okay, well, when you’re done, you need to go there, because there’s an amazing pizza I just ate called Homemade Pizza Co., and they have locations in Chicago.
Yeah, they’re a chain, I walk by that place all the time, and there’s another a block away from here, that I was literally at for the first time less than an hour ago.
How was it?
I don’t know. See, I had just come from work and I was looking for a quick slice of pizza before sketch writing, so I was like, hm, let’s try Homemade Pizza, and I bought a small without realizing until after purchasing that their gimmick was that it was uncooked, and I couldn’t walk into someone’s home and ask, hey can, I borrow you oven to make a pizza to not share with you. I have too much food shame.
Well, hold on to and eat it later.
They only had transparent bags, and I didn’t have anything to put it in. But I realized how cold it was outside. So I geocached it a block away, and didn’t tell anyone, intending to retrieve it when I leave- but then you call with street instructions to get Homemade Pizza Co. pizza.
Unspeakably awesome.
11/1/10
“I’m gonna party like a rock star tonight…”
Clothes make the man, overwhelmed in the unnoticed details of quirk and character, across page after page of play. There’s a wizard who knows you, there’s a scroll with the answer, but they are missing. Who all these people are, what they are doing here: none of that matters, so singular the focus as possessions are strewn in location after location, down every alley, within every room, past closed doors, amid every chaos, while that one face seen everywhere and nowhere is sought.
“…Go on / Playing my guitar / Shining like a star…”
If we would but find ourselves, we would recognize where we are.
“…Make you scream my name / Rock the stage / Ain’t no shame in my game…”
I am Waldo.
“…I wanna be a rock star tonight…”
Here I am.
Clothes make the man, overwhelmed in the unnoticed details of quirk and character, across page after page of play. There’s a wizard who knows you, there’s a scroll with the answer, but they are missing. Who all these people are, what they are doing here: none of that matters, so singular the focus as possessions are strewn in location after location, down every alley, within every room, past closed doors, amid every chaos, while that one face seen everywhere and nowhere is sought.
“…Go on / Playing my guitar / Shining like a star…”
If we would but find ourselves, we would recognize where we are.
“…Make you scream my name / Rock the stage / Ain’t no shame in my game…”
I am Waldo.
“…I wanna be a rock star tonight…”
Here I am.
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