This week, I had an insane paper and presentation due Thursday about Native-American Musicians. Tuesday and Wednesday, I was going insane so I almost didn't finish: Sponge Bob Square Pants

Heidi's got this on tape.

Even odder preview of the show:


Anybody? Showtime? Ah well. I'll have to start reaserch on TV looking or the show will have to leak. Midnight Nap.

Say, does anyone know a TV that shows Showtime (no limits!)! In a hotel lobby maybe? Let me know soon, for This American Life, the TV version, is premiering the 22nd.

fun brook so far. lots of visiting. relaxation!

The video in the last post is so good; though, it might only make sense to you if you've seen The Summerstick, a near full-length documentary they showed last year at the EL film contests in wells.

Even though the soundtrack is stolen and the movie was made by kids my age, this little film (The Summerstick too) is better than anything Jeff and Ivan have made at MSU. My tips for them:

1) You can waste your time making bad movies, but don't dupe your interns into working night and day for you on a piece of shit. I realize that any experience is valuable, but it's just depressing when the finished product is The Final Curtain...If it's going to be bad, make it ironically bad. Like SAM raimy's The Evil Dead.

2) I realize that Jeff and Ivan are, you know, veterans in the industry and everything, but they need to realize that you can't make a movie if there's nothing in a script but a chupacabra plot(?)line--with no sense of humor. (Who writes a horror script about the legendary goat-sucking creature without making a few self-reflexive jokes about the ridiculousness of it?)

3) They can't rely on shirtless MSU film professeurs to provide all the chills.

4) Finally, they should rely on their interns' slave-labor for more than just menial tasks like mic'ing and heavy lifting. Some talented kid is going to win the Creative Writing Awards in scriptwriting this year and it will be better than anything Jeffy B. and Ivan R. have put together without the help of their brothers. What about using a good script?

Oh, I also feel the summerstick-shaped void.

My top five postmodern movies;

1) The Never Ending Story
2) Adaptation
3) Blade Runner
4) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
5) The Princess Bride?

This clip reminds me of the time I was fighting a grendel-like monster in the middle of an earthquake and there was a knife-shaped rock and I was lucky there was.

Telex.



You may notice that the lead singer is relaxed. He had this really cool and humble idea that pop music always should be light, and always disposable.

I'm thinking of a number between 450 and 850, do you know what it is? It's my fucking credit score.

Cool performance. But also, this video makes me feel better about past trumpet fracks and anti-climactic saw solos. Play it Laura!

[good day today]

Happy Victory in Europe Day everyone!

For some F.ruckus and some of Matt's pontifications musings, go to this page and under WDET Program Archives, go to "Front Row Center" for the fourth of February (2007) episode--3/4 of the way through.

The vulgar thus through imitation err;
As oft the learned by being singular.
So much they scorn the crowd that if the throng
By chance go right they purposely go wrong[...]

--Alexander Pope talking about indie-chic, three centuries into the future.

Strange Weekend:

Friday. Confused me and the Justin Timberlake party.

Saturday. Great band practice (which is a better stress relief than 20 of those little squishies), dinner with my dad and ben, and then a poetry/frontier-ruckus folks party mixed with unexpected things (foosball) and people (Ali, Killer Miller, Sara K., Carolyn, etc.)--all chased with the apple juice of these thoughts: 1) "must write." 2) "must read."

Sunday. The Powwow of Love at the field house: it's a very fun, very warm, very friendly place. Nobody could come-with, but it was nice going alone nevertheless. Met people; watched dancers. Ate fry-bread; drank cola. Then, I helped Seth and Natalie make my delicious dinner--spicy lentil soup and bread.

That north duh. That north duh coda!
That north duhha! That north explode's ya!
--lyrics by Zach Nichols
[I'm an idiot].

I went to the J.-T. party last night and against all expectations, and despite Ben's (and others') great costumes it wasn't very fun. Atmosphere was lacking something; I as in a weird mood, and there was a creepy guy hitting on everyone--no, not JPamp--another guy. A quote from him: " what would I have to say to get you to give me a massage?" That with his incessant back-rubbing left most of us wondering who he knew at the party. I was relieved to find out he was more than 4 degrees of separation from me [Creepy-guy :: random people down and hallway and to the left :: ~disconnect~ :: Ben P. :: Me]. Though, somehow I can empathise with him. Lately and often, I've been making a fool of myself, dishearteningly.

Friends got cought underaging it this weekend. I am untouched because I left the party early to do HW. Also, cops are mean.

It's recently come to my attention that the photagrapher or, at least, the saver of the digital photographs for the big green thinks I'm cute.

http://www.thebiggreen.net/article.php?id=653

Take a look at the picture of me playing saw 3/4ths down and check the properties or save it to see what it's saved under:


[f. ruckus cute guy with a ha(t)].