Watched Godard for the first time. I'm not much of a filmie (film buff sounds.. creepy. *grin* Like someone who whacks off in movie theaters.) (I just typed whacks off), but I like 'em. Going to most American Cinema stuff makes me cranky, but feeling all artsy and watching a snippet of how Paris might have been around 1965 appeases the wanna-be-hipster inside of me. We watched "Masculin, féminin", and the intertitle of "The children of Marx and Coca-Cola" probably would have been a better title (you were right, Mr. Godard).
Mr. Godard (according to the great god Wiki) said things like "I mix images and sounds like a scientist, I hope. The mystery of the scientific is the same as the mystery of the artist. So is the misery." and "A tracking shot is a moral act." This gives you an idea of what the film was like.
- oooh! 21 year old boys are dumb! Even if you live in Paris, and try to pick up girls by asking them about Socialism! Dumb!
- oooh! 21 year old girls are dumb! Even if you are a cute pop star, and have 21 year old depressives following you. Dumb! Stop hanging out with him!
- oooh! That was the best eating-an-apple scene ever.
- Note: if you live in Paris in the 60s and are a girl, chances are that you're really really cute. Like adorable cute. Like a badass Amelie.
I have started the great Goal collecting of 09. Good for me.
- Work on my house. Finish bits, then have a party. Kitchen ceiling, last bits of the bathroom, and THE BIG ROOM. I've come to realize that my house is almost 100 years old! (It was born in 1917) Nice job, house! Let's treat it like it should be treated and get the stuff done that needs to get done.
I have bloggy co-conspirators (here! and here). I am pretending that we are BFFs. GenXers with messed up old houses unite! And then blog about it!
- Kick some credit card debt butt. Granted, I spent goodly chunks of 2008 creating that credit card debt. Let us attempt to pay for that.
- Kick my physical butt. I feel pretty good about what I've done, and I'll continue because I'm a vain bastard and I like the way I feel, but.. let's do something scary. Like take a dance class.
- Actually, let's make 2009 be the "Do Something Scary" year. Not stoopid, just scary. Do things I've never thought were part of my.. um.. milieu. (Surf! Go to Oktoberfest someplace far away! Take a dance class! Learn how to wire a lamp! This sounds both incredibly lame.. and kinda awesome.)
- Also, go on more auditions. Audition for that big blue box, just to see what happens.
Fell asleep after watching black and white cinema, and then reading "The Power of Now" (I will get all enlightened! Just like Oprah.) Dreamt of the world and the moon colliding (My friend Ruth and I could see it happen in the sky), the stars falling from the sky (which was rather beautiful), and basically the world was ending. It was really pretty, but also terrifying. I'm glad that Ruth was there, because she would be a good person to see the end of the world with.. and possibly put it into perspective.
(I was also going to live in Beth's basement - - but Beth now lived in a huge, 1960s style ranch house, with lots of faux stuff and green light).
Please have an awesome and safe New Year's Eve!! It's 2009!! (almost) Who thought that would happen?
Onward.
2 comments:
I resolve to help you with your ceiling as i have all the necessary things to do it, and i should use it up.
You already know how to re-wire a lamp. You made a pop can night light in like 8th grade. Can't remember how? Bring me your lamp. I can help. Really. I'm talented like that. :)
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