things of summer

i think it's funny that, when you spend all our time playing the foreigner who doesn't understand a certain term or idiom, and when you do this to humour people's egos and when you do this to allow people to feel superior and smart ... the result is not simply their boosted egos, but also the view of you as stupid & naive & earnest & unwitty.

ha!

please.

and one day i will write a film article for spec and it will be about how, in the absence of reading, film is sadly being created as the new book and it will begin: anyone who has ever taken any two-bit film class has heard the phrase, "film is a visual medium."

also, when you live inside your head too much, you exit with a speech impediment.

can you tell i'm changing?

THE INFORMATION AGE
when in _____, _____ said _____, a thousand viewers across america would see their_____ and feel the same annoyance.
and my new thesis idea to tie into defamiliarization and the pre- post- and previous apocalypse(s) of the 20th century (up until now) has to do with apathy, desensitization, incessant repetition (on a linguistic and visual level) & and how increasingly real images of everyday life terrorize our ability to live our everyday lives. the new paralysis/full empty nothingness/politically what we call apathy. we do many small things but are reluctant to do one big thing and see it through to the end. it makes sense in my head. i will basically start with, as always, what comes naturally, the myths, the rhymes, the collective consciousness, the repetition in language, the codes of continuity in film, any representation of normality that we've internalized ... its effect on our reality (because these are representations!) and then the effect of bathos, defamiliarization, and anything to come and terrorize the pattern without making us dismiss it like abstract art or revolutionaries painting slogans on our walls.

i like to think i'm changing.
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send me the pillow
and how could they call morrissey wrist-slitting emo music when in almost nowhere else will you find a spirit so adamant in his pursuit of happiness (however it is perceived, happiness like the others have)? and in the face of perpetual sadness a person who will continuously run into the wall of reality in a vain attempt to answer hope's call? no, nowhere else but in these lyrics will you find someone to try so hard and to want to much despite constant loss and constant emptiness and apathy and heaviness and hurt.

i've said i would run outside and slap the tar
but i haven't done it half as much