Side effects of being sick

I missed my only class this morning (a French class) even though there was a quiz. I felt horrid but not it's not as bad. I missed a lot of things today but am determined tomorrow will go as planned: go to the see a doctor's assistant to demand antibiotics, pick up portfolio materials at Blick, visit the Viva la Revolución art exhibit to get a bit more meat for my street art article, go apartment hunting, and see Case 39 (finally a flick I don't have to review) with some friends. I'm fairly certain I won't get around to apartment hunting though.

There is a perk of being sick though. I always feel creative. I finally started up my Little Prince painting again. I want a series of brightly colored paintings that may or may not show the same scene. It's going to take me forever though at this point. I have a long ways to go on the stars and planet texture.

The aftermath.

The other one is a different color. It's a grayish blue that is a lot lighter than the one in the photo. I'm probably going to do the planet a more vibrant color to contrast with this more brown one. I don't know in which one the Prince or his flower will be. Maybe neither.

My cat, Gandhi, just walked across the canvas so now it's got some unique topography.

On an unrelated, but always needed, note:
Roxy Music - "Do the Strand"

Oh, Beck. Why have you left my dreams?

For maybe a month Beck was always in my dreams. He's left me though and now my dreams are a darker place.

Here's the video for "The Golden Age" from the "Sea Change" album.

"The Social Network" and the emptiness within a desperate attempt at communication

I really didn't want to like it, not really sure why, but I really didn't want to jump on board. However, I liked it. "The Social Network" won me over within the first ten minutes. It's a fantastic film. David Fincher and Aaron Sorkin really manage to capture the desperation behind Facebook.com in a very real film that manages to define my generation (whether or not we like it). I'm finding it oddly difficult to write the review though. Having troubles arranging my thoughts in a fairly intelligent manner. I have 288 poorly written words and I feel like a twelve-year-old trying to appear adult. Actually, now that I think about it, I've felt that way for the past two weeks. Looking for an affordable place to live while trying to build a decent writing portfolio, dangerously close to actually getting my diploma and being faced with Graduate School, I have no idea what I should be doing with myself. I suppose that's where we all are though; in a place of strangely contented confusion. At least I'm not alone.

Continuing my current obsession with The National and the always-current Muse (what I wouldn't give to run my fingers through Bellamy's hair...maybe some of his musical genius would rub off), here's some videos.

Muse - "Space Dementia"


The National - "Slow Show"

Grinderman 2

The new Grinderman album (Grinderman 2) was released today! Pick up a copy and enjoy some amazing music by a group of guys who continually prove that they are still way ahead of the game. Check out their MySpace page to listen to the album for free. I cannot wait to see them in San Diego.

Party on, Garth.

Why must I continually fail to save a story/paper after I have been working on it for more than an hour? I'm trying to go back through this short story and get it to where it was but it's not happening. It just seems lacking now. Is there any way I can get Microsoft Word to automatically save my progress as a backup file every ten minutes or so? That would be pretty amazing.

On a different note that doesn't make me want to weep...for my friend's sister's 21st Birthday I shall be dressing as Garth Algar from Wayne's World. She's celebrating her Birthday over three days and the first day consists of a costume party. What better costume than Garth?

So far I have myself the glasses and a wig. Sadly, the wig is pretty pathetic. It just doesn't look right. I'm going to try and...well, destroy it a bit to try and get it to look as haggard as Garth's hair. The clothes will be a snap. My friend has agreed to be Wayne so she better not back out. Although if she does, I guess I'll be Garth sans Wayne. I'll just look gloomy as I morosely chew on red vines, giving a sad little "schwing" to passing ladies.

I still don't know what I am going to be for Halloween so if anyone has any neat ideas, throw them my way. Please.

Back to trying to bring my story back to life.



Oh, and who else is obsessed with this song by Florence + the Machine?

Maybe, possibly...bad call?

Have you ever gotten home after doing something and be forced to wonder if the actions you partook in will turn out to be a bad decision and only keep you from what you actually want? Today has been one of those days. To fight it, here's some Jeff Buckley.

She said, "Don't ring while he's here."

Whenever I'm doing something at a leisurely pace (like checking messages or putting lotion on), I very often find myself singing this Billy Bragg song to myself and it is always this lowkey version.

Machete don't text.

Just saw this tonight and it was pretty enjoyable. Fantastic for what it is. I just finished a rough draft of my review for it for my college paper. I'm too tired to complete it. Tomorrow's a new day, as they say.

Cineaction

A couple months or so ago I discovered Cineaction, which is a film studies journal based in Canada. I am completely in love with it and fully plan on sprucing up an analysis I wrote on three Western films in terms of how the films follow and stray from Western tradition (Fistful of Dollars, Rio Bravo, and The Proposition) and submitting it for consideration. If you love reading about films, you should certainly check this journal out.

If anyone knows of any other amazing film/music/literature journals or blogs (anything really), let me know!

We're the young ones...

I've been on a Young Ones kick. Out of all of my BBC obsessions, Young Ones is certainly the most...intelligently juvenile. If that makes sense. I just love the characters, especially those of Rick and Vyvyan. It was hard to decide on a clip so I went with a scene from Rick's party.