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So, what was I thinking? I obviously did not read all of this. It is confusing and makes very little sense to me, despite my knowledge of Tarkovsky's life and films. Physics!?!?!?! Where does science have a place in film. A Deleuzian Analysis!?!?!?! Jesus, what was I thinking? I don't know, I just read the first half again and it seems pretty cut and dry, not much physics, just some historical background on Soviet cinema and Tarkovsky compared to the old masters like Eisenstein. But I do not really care much for his time-image theory. It makes a little sense, but in a way it doesn't matter because its boring and I do not have the stamina to read this at 10:00 AM on a Saturday. Let's watch Ninja Turtles!!!!

I would just like to point out the fact of my false scholarly attitude. At the time I found this webpage I am sure I was on some research kick into Soviet film for my thesis class(es). But it sounded cool. I wasn't going to use it. But read the title--its some bizarre Canadian cats final paper, a research paper encompassing another topic that he feels truly passionate about. Maybe this is why I searched it out. One slavophile to the next. Zdrastvyi. Kak-u vas dela?

See, this is the globalization of pennies. A natural shift into the chest of another culture. Like football players beat each other on the battlefield, soldiers neglect to plunder a forgotten city. The world is about to implode on itself and who knows, maybe you'll be stuck, locked in a position next to an Egyptian, an Armenian, and an Italian for all eternity.

All because of what David George Menard calls "cine-physics".

So I'm listening to Give it Back! by the BJM(Brian Jonestown Massacre) and I really enjoy it. Except I know how crazy they are, so I cannot enjoy it that much.

Anyway, today I went to a locksmith and had Alberto's keys made into new keys. It took less than one minute for me to hand the keys to the guy, turning to talk to Al to tell him about my interview today and the one I have tomorrow, and then the guy interrupting us giving us back the old keys and the new ones.

Now this is a gentleman who knows what's up! I bet this guy knows how to drink!!! You know what I'm sayin'? Why? Well, because! Because you're not supposed to start sentences with the word 'because' but I just did. Because now it is okay! Whoo-hoo! What a breakthrough.

Here's a funny pic I found going through old pics. I'm not going to show it to you because I'm lazy right now. But I will describe it. Its a picture of Bill, Shaw, and myself. Shaw is making a funny face. Bill and I are smiling. My hair is somewhat short. And we're all wearing jackets. This sounds like maybe a Christmas party or something. Who took the picture. Maybe Lauren, I don't know, maybe not.

Hold on, let me eat a bowl of cereal and call Lauren real quick.



She didn't answer her phone. She's probably in the shower. She'll call back in a second before she has to go to work.

So the plan was to go to the beach today after my regular morning looking for jobs. But today I think I found a good one and am confident they will get back to me. I wrote an excellent email and if they read it, then the job is mine. At least I will be granted an interview, which will be reason to leave the apartment. Speaking of apartments--I think I might have to snag my own at some point. For some reason the last two nights sleeping have really bothered me. First I need to find a job and earn some money. I thank Mark and Al for letting me chill on their couch for as long as I want--it is a huge help since I have nothing to pay for except food. But I do not know if I can wait until October when their lease runs out. Its not up to me just yet.

In related friend news, I'm happy for Bill. I already expressed how happy I was to him via the Internet, so let me do it again! Today I am really enjoying emailing old friends who I know cannot read them immediately since they are at work. Its just more fun for me. I think I am getting used to this waiting.

Sorry for this post, this diary-style feel is good only for the first paragraph, then it feels like a list. I would use profanity, but what is the point.

I'm passing the mic back to Bill. His posts are entertaining.

BEAST WARS JULY 2005



DEFEATS



in eight rounds.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sure

It's a blueberry morning. I need to go to the store to buy some things to eat for the remaining (fourteen or thirty and beyond) days I remain here in this ye olde city of brotherly love. I also should cash my tax refund, maybe buy some sneakers. Unfortunately I can't get me a speedboat just yet. I don't think I'll ever have a bathroom as bright as this for some time. Four big unshaded bulbs protrude from the wall above the mirror and politely tell me that I need to shave. "It's my birthday. Fuck off, light."

"Plus,” added Sheikh al-Thani, “the robots don’t need to be fed, and don’t cry for their mothers.”


Shmaha. This was in the metro today. Look out humans!

By now most of you know I am in Los Angeles. I believe it is Los Angeles County as well. I have looked at a map a few times and noticed Orange County, what has been popularized as the OC, is south of Los Angeles and Ventura County is north creeping along the coast. Mark has verified this somewhat, in no direct way did he say Ventura was north, but I know for a fact the town is and what better county seat then that of the largest town in that county. Maybe it is not the largest town in the county north of Los Angeles, but it is a town noticeable on a map while driving across the country.

I do not like writing "LA". It does not feel natural. I like writing Los Angeles. For one, it provides me a sense of multicultural significance, being a Spanish word and all. I do not even know what it means. Maybe "The Angels", maybe something a bit similar where I find my language skills a bit rusty; at least the Romance languages. Those I do not find myself enjoying very much. But they sound delectable do they not? Especially French and Romanian.

Driving across the country caused mountains to look like bowls of pudding in the distance and the spotted trees and shrubs that covered them made them look dirty for some reason, but also covered with raisins.

The ground disgusted me. It was not barren, it was not the dunes of Lake Michigan or some desert in northern Africa. The ground was dirty. It was scarcely covered with dirty shrubs and small cacti. You have to look deep into the horizon, climb over the mountainous cloud formations and see the land from a different view because the view I had was not special. It was not serene or bucolic. The rivers were not crystalline. They were fake. They looked pure like blue blood. It was disgusting. By the end I was ready to cross glaciers. The southwest is beautiful, but not through sunglasses and a highway. I remember what the real southwest looked like from my childhood vacationing there. The sand was red, the oxygen was warm and burned your lungs when you breathed in too deep. The shrubs were greener than they are now, especially the saguaros in Arizona. This time they were dull. Perhaps they were dying, I could tell some had holes in them. I could see the holes from the road. I imagine small desert rodents crawling in and making them their homes. What a success that would be for a small rodent or a desert bird, to find cactus innards delightfully roomy and spacious--are they full of water? How hard are they? At one point I wanted to jump out and go Casey Jones on the cactus staring at me with their arms ready to pull God from his heavens and let him loose to attack me like a vicious dog. Imagine that power. Cacti rule the southwest and my heroes, the saguaros, rule only a small portion geographically, but they are the proudest, the most natural in their environment, and they tower over everyone else. Are they thick like trees? If I rammed into one with an automobile or a bat would they crumple at the force or would they destroy me instead. I am too afraid to even try, but the thought crossed my mind.

Boy, is it ever a hot one out there today. I advise you to walk on the shady side of the street, please. Wearing two shirts was the equivalent of "milk was a bad choice." But, I'll learn.

My two free days each week always go by rather quickly even though I'm up before 8:30 with things to accomplish. Of course today started with downloading three Savath & Savalas records. I am beginning to realize the moral dilemmas I may have to face sooner or later if I'd like to continue on the path to contract attorneyhood. Until then, gimme gimme gimme.

I would also like get my mild addiction to myspace in order before school starts again. Until then, though, I will continue laughing at things like this:

stank asssssss ho.


One of these days I'll make some money and buy myself those things I want.
Acrylic paints.
Acoustic guitar strings
A new bicycle seat for my ride over to your house each night.

I'm in Houston. I'm driving to Galveston to pick up a package. More details later...I love you all dearly.