Super Exciting Top of the Morning

First off,
I'm VERY excited, because, upon closer examination of my latest issue of ReadyMade, I saw an ad for their SXSW event!!
As it is described:
Live acoustic performances, hands-on project stations (ooh boy!), exciting sweepstakes, gift bags & more!
Anyway, I'm totally going to be there, Saturday the 21st 11am - 4pm (yes the whole time) at Halcyon. I hope they'll be serving s'mores as well...

Equally exciting, my tires were slashed for the fourth time in the past month. YES!
Seriously, if I see you, I will without hesitation mace you and then pursue you down the alley with my recurve. I'm a VERY good shot, you motherfucker.
The van just looks so sad.

A huge thanks to Rhea who introduced me to the best movie I've seen since.....the one I watched the night before?
Anyway, Survive Style 5+ is full of delicious sets and warm fuzzy love with just the right amount of black humor and surrealism. I definitely want whoever was in charge of the production design to decorate my future home. This film feels like happy giggly balloons floating in your stomach.
Plus, the soundtrack is really good. Too bad it's like $30 because it's so crazy foreign. Seriously, the dvd title menu is in Japanese.




A list of things that are on my kitchen table right now:
laptop
note from mom
nail polish
scissors
squishy lucky cat

I Had A Dream Last Night (Whatever)

My dreams have been giving me no rest from the absurd and bizarre lately. Maybe it's good for me. I feel like my subconscious always knows what's up. Better than I do, anyway.
I can't wait to take some animation classes, I'm suddenly so inspired! If I knew how, I'd animate some of this weird shit. But let's see what I can convey using a picture from the first page of a google images search.
So, in the past two weeks there has been:

a werewolf man who I failed to kill with my bow and arrow:

strangely enough, he WAS dressed in Native American tribal stuff


a live palm-sized fish that I had to eat alive, which turned out to have a woman's face:

This is totally unrelated.


slitting a friend's throat vertically with a knife:



this is actually a chick, I think, which is very sad but I'd say equally as disturbing


being on top of the twin towers, which were taller than usual and swaying dangerously in the wind:


they were thinner and scarier than this. Plus, slippery, and I really thought I was going to die.


large panthers that were trying to brainwash Frances's cat Charlie:



Charlie:


That one ended with me having to hammer a spike into Charlie's brain without destroying it....

Thank god I woke up.

Anyway, if you haven't ever read it, you definitely need to check out ReadyMade magazine. It's absolutely spectacular and makes you wish you had a house to build or a trailer to refurbish. For real. And it just has really good intuitive tips for everyday life. I love it!

How cool is this??


Yeah...
If anyone wants to make a bookshelf or a house or something, please let me know.

Fighting Whitey

As I'm pretty sure no one would appreciate hearing what's going through my head right now (actually pretty much nothing), I'm just going to talk about the movies I've seen in the past week or so. Week? How many times have I been to I Luv Video this week? Who knows.
Let's see....

There has been a preponderance of blaxploitation amid my recent viewings. Which is great!

First off, there's Superfly, which I was expecting to be about a hardass drug dealer who kicks white ass. Which is almost entirely true but he actually turned out to be somewhat of a softie when it came down to it. I think I recall a scene in which he was watching children play in the park with his girlfriend with a sort of longing but entirely unsexual look. I know, right?
Also, the soundtrack is THE SHIT. I actually went home after watching that movie and picked up my bass for the first time in months.

Anyway, his mustache says it all.




Then I watched Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song (three a's, five s's.) While I guess I can see how this film jump started the whole blaxploitation cycle in some aspects, it mostly just came off to me like a French New Wave film. Most of the actions scenes that are so prominent in the other films are pretty much masked or subverted by the abundance of overlays, psychadelic color contrasts, and discontinuous editing. There is a good amount of (apparently unprotected) sex, during which the actor acquired some gonorrhea. Leaves you wondering which one of those girls gave it to him... My money's on the red-headed chick with the really bad tan. Anyway, it's really a good film, definitely gives you something to think about. But if all you're looking for is some ridiculous violence and funky outfits, it's there, I guess, but you'll have to sift through a whole lot of artsy stuff to get to it.


This is pretty much what he looks like for the entire film. Except when he opens his mouth to deliver his 6 or so lines. "Fuck."

Foxy Brown I'd have to say is probably my favorite out of the three. Maybe it's because I love girls who beat the shit out of people. Or maybe I was just in the right mood. But either way, it's undeniable that Pam Grier is superhot and has an amazing wardrobe in this film. Plus, someone's dick gets cut off. Whoops! Oh who cares. Anyway, if nothing else, this film demonstrates the functionality of the afro as a great place to hide guns.


damn.