I can't even begin to express how excited I am to be going home. This time next week, I'll be at home (probably writing like mad for my newsgathering class, but home nonetheless)
Things I'm looking forward to: seeing a cosa production and everyone there cast party!! el indio, sushi at bistro, world curry, etc sleepovers w/ aly sleepovers w/ lauren cookies and movies with james anything and everything with nicole sleeping in my own house my livingroom my mom's cooking hanging out with my brother walking around the island warmer climate the beach orange ave walking down the street and seeing people I've known for years and years stopping in on cam at work in video land palm trees cheap, good mexican food a breeze that feels nice, not death-inviting the view of downtown at night the del yes, even the tourists my friend kate who will be visiting from malibu on sundaaaay!!! I just really miss coronado-being back home for the first time since august will be incredible it would be incredible even if I did nothing but lounge around on my giant couch (which I also miss)
there are a few people I'll miss who won't be on break at the same time as I will (like Laura, prob. nick unless I see him the same night as lauren, suca, etc) but laura might be visiting me in va in april and before I know it I'll be back for summer on May 4th!
:)
On another note, this episode of Heroes is way enlightening. it's intense. lots of background information. lots of suspense. OH.MY.GOD there is something insane going on right now. oh nooooooooooo DON'T DIIIIIEEEEEEE
oh my god. claire bennett kicks fucking ass.
holy shit. this show is so good. sorry, okay, commercial break. This show is honestly so much better written than lost at this point (alarming, I know). lost is slacking. c'mooonnnn, jj abrahms.
(speaking of which, I'm really excited for comic-con this year...I hope there's another heroes panel!!!)
As soon as I get through this week, my life will be amazing. jer is picking me up on friday after work, then I'm going to w&m and then on saturday morning we're getting lunch and then I'm off to the airport!!! :)
In other other news, I just bought the prestige on dvd the other day. major fan. ps, it was about fucking time for scorsese to win. how many times has he previously been nominated? six times? seven times? whatever the case, he's been cheated until this year. also, the grandpa from little miss sunshine winning best supporting was the highlight of my night :)
(pps, I'm almost tempted to stay up and watch the black donnellys...not sure, though)
In any case, I've been listening to the same few songs over and over again and they're ridiculously good...in case anyone's interested, here they are:
1. chicago-sufjan stevens 2. on the bus mall-the decemberists 3. (hold on)
I just sobbed at the end of that episode. he always reminded me of my dad...if he's really dead I'm writing jeph loeb a letter. fuck that. he can't be. I refuse to believe it for my own sake.
okay. (deep breath)
3. disarm-smashing pumpkins 4. all good naysayers speak up! or forever hold your peace!-sufjan stevens 5. dashboard-modest mouse 6. how to grow a woman from the ground-chris thile 7. engine driver-the decemberists
okay, this new show the black donnellys is actually very good.
HAHAHA YESSSSS THEY'RE PLAYING 'HOW COULD I FORGET' BY THE FAINT RIGHT NOW IN THE SHOW...they're only using the instrumental bits, though...listen for it if you decide to see it.
it's like boondock saints but not overrated yet (HAH! take that overly-dramatic, over-hyped cult film that isn't that good!)...man...I shouldn't say that, though...boondock saints fans are fucking crazy about that movie....meh.
this post is such a weird cacauphony of cultural media review...but honestly-mob show about the black irish (mmmmm black irish boys), written well, good cinematography, lots of characters, all given equal time=caught my interest.
now I have a play to read...see most of you this week :)
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EDIT
this video is amazing and wonderful-first of all, the decemberists (one of my faves) are playing in july at the hollywood bowl with the LA SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA...yeah, um, that's gonna be amazing. tickets go on sale on the 3rd (this sunday)...I have no idea how much they'll be...probably considerably more than the $20 they're charging for a norfolk, va show...if you like them, though, I'd love to get a group to road trip up to la and see it!
ok-this video (sixteen military wives) is like a wes anderson film (reminds me of rushmore-takes place at a school- and the royal tenenbaums b/c of the text narration) and then throw in some political commentary and set it to a fun song and there you have it.
ok, so, let me say that... well I have no idea what I'm really trying to say except that I just need to write.
Today for my Beat Generation class I read 'Howl' by Ginsberg. I fucking wish I knew him or had some way to say hello or ask questions-through 'Go' his personality, actions, epiphanies...you name it, have all been captured in time...not frozen, but it almost feels like they could still be existing somehow...that he could still be frantically wandering san francisco or ny running from apartment to apartment, looking for new gossip about friends and happenings, seeing Blake in visions. I wish I had known him. Out of anyone else in history I wish I had known him. But back to 'Howl'. It honestly affected me...not even 'Howl' so much, but well, part Part III, but mainly his 'Footnote to Howl'. How beautiful it is! How beautiful it all must be to see a holy light in all and to actually believe it.
I feel like (well, first off that Neil Cassady was a dick...no pun intended) but that Kerouac, despite his stories I'm not a huge fan of, could have been a good friend. I feel like John Clellon Holmes felt a lot like I do sometimes, amongst friends and a background more creative, more driven and fanatical than I could ever be...but that's okay.
These people are all dead but it still feels like they can be alive...this post probably doesn't make much sense...I feel like I'm ranting but I just need to get it out
every! single! word! is poetry to them...I wish I could wind words, twist them into being maybe someday
recently I've been feeling torn...what do I do with my life? I talked to byron the other night about journalism a tough job to get into, he said yes, I said. I agreed.
I can't tell how I'm supposed to write. news? just report the facts. poetry-be fluid, express creatively. I love dickens. I love novels with piles of superfluous semicolons and submersive stories and dependent clauses. fuck that hemingway shit. give me detail and emotion.
I feel like my brain is sort of melting in confusion I don't know if I have enough time to decide, but I sometimes feel that I'll be in college or some net forever.
'I'm living in eternity, Stofsky,' wrote Holmes. I like that quote. I love all of Ginsberg's antics and his feelings on time.
my favorite part of any of his poetry reads exactly:
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time
think about it, people. just THINK. I want to be great. I want to be greater than great. I want to make a name for myself and I want to make it now. I want to be successful...I think that's my greatest fear...failure. even the word is harsh. not just the implications. say it out loud. go on. failure. fffaaaaiiiiilure.
it's horrible. just the sound of it.
there's too much in my brain and too much energy I need to put this to creative use, not just writing in my blog right now but see THAT'S the entire question of it! HOW? HOW???
What do I write? poetry? do my newgathering hw? should I write an article about something completely fictional? I need to be languid. what the fuck is the form of this post? there is no form it's incredible.
I need to walk up and down the streets of san francisco. I think I'm losing my mind...this should pass within the hour but I don't know how to cope...oh man...what's going on with me..I need to get out of here and run around...maybe I should go outside.
maybe I should go outside and write. where is all of this going? where am I going?
I'm typing so frantically..................dear god. stofsky. ginsberg. marx.
they are all the same. can't you just imagine? just ponder it all.
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