July 31, 2010
Had another arts & crafts night at the Nevada Street residence with Shanza and Blauvelt. Also featuring a disappearing Mr. Byrne. And, yes, Gillman, I realize I still owe you that CD. I’ve got a miniature Drakkar Sauna RIBCo poster hung above my desk as a reminder. Anyway, back to arts & crafts. While Shanza attempted to bastardize the sanctity of my bandanna with the likeness of one Tigger, I focused on cutting up emo-band magazines to make depressing children’s poetry, a piece which finally earned the title of “scaring kids.” Here is a cutting edge low-quality image of the poster which, although was on my bed for display, will soon earn a spot on my wall:
Shanza also made me a lovely bracelet. It already fell apart, though. So, you know, two points for style, minus several million for good craftsmanship.
And in recent news, I’m about to embark on a roadtrip over to the Washington DC area to visit my friend Mar from Sweden. She’s not Swedish, she’s Spanish, but lives in America, and I met her in Sweden. And then up to Canada, or maybe just to Ann Arbor, to spend a weekend with my friend Daniel, who is Canadian, but I met in my hometown and was an integral part of my childhood (i.e. our friendship). As my current roommate put it, apparently this kind of spur of the moment cross-country driving is rather transcendental. In any case, the drive will be cathartic. I’ve got the Don Quixote audiobook queued up and ready to play. Along the way I also hope to find the world’s biggest ball of twine. Wish me luck, there will be updates along the way.
Love and peace.
July 22, 2010
My brother stopped in to Urbana this week, Tuesday and Wednesday specifically, his unofficial weekend. We got some good vinyl shopping and Risk playing in, but the highlight was going out to an abandoned air-force complex with some of his old photog. comrades from the Daily Illini. I had the secret mission of finding ghosts, which, I’ll tell you right now, didn’t pan out; it’s almost as if they don’t exist. We did, however, have a chance to egress at a sprint when we thought we heard footsteps following us (apparently it’s illegal to be on the grounds or something, as if we could deface the complex’s already decadent and crumbling guts). Realistically, it was probably just another group of young explorers, but that’s beside the point. During our adventure we also: sat on a pile of tires, exploded a fluorescent light-bulb, saved a bird’s life, made a porno (but not really), and probably inhaled a lot of asbestos. My photos from the day are meant to highlight that latter fact.
July 16, 2010
Just back from the midnight showing of Christopher Nolan’s Inception. Fortunately my only pre-show hype was a singular viewing of the trailer a few months back; post-facto I’ve now sifted through what amounts to a whole schlock of fanboy commentary. Mind-blowing? Hardly. It was simply too well constructed to be mind-blowing. As another reviewer put it, I wanted it to be weirder. Blame my stoic reception on works like Persona, Inland Empire, Dogville, and (dare I say it) Memento, but I just have trouble swallowing the hype over this film (pre- and post-debut). That is, the psychological hype. It certainly held up its promise of thrills. So here’s my review, simply: Entertaining to boot. Nothing more, but definitely worth the theater experience.