In The Realms Of The Unreal

I bought some dvds. This was one of them.

Lonely people.

This man drew little girls with penises.

He detailed all the deaths of the warriors in his imaginary battles.

They thought he was reclusive and didn't relate to people. The colors are really beautiful. Bright yellows for the dresses. Pale green for the trees. Elegant lines. Cartoon battlegrounds. And what's the connection to Tom Waits?
"The bats are in the belfry. The dew is on the moon. Where are the arms that held me? And pledged her love before. And pledged her love before. Its such a sallow feeling. The hills are soft and green. Its memories that I'm stealing. but you're innocent when you dream, when you dream." Ok, so he was innocent.

the great gap?

Trying to finish my thesis, I try to find the humanity in storage rings. Can I really pull it all together into a living breathing subject, or do I need to just hide out for a little longer and do this last bit of work?

name that movie

Bob Dylan sings, "Most of the time..."
The rain pours down.
"I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing. Keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny tiny increments."

(I'm gonna have to get better at this... I think google solves this one too easilly. "Everything I ever learned about relationships, I learned from...")

sbemail150

The long awaited sbemail150

grizzly man

the things we go through to find meaning.
this film was many things.
i guess i don't really have a summary statement. just a wave of nostalgia and a sense of loss and curiosity at the future.