Saturday, August 14, 2004

The silent calm jumped up and screamed at the loud booming sound of the major domo's mad dash to the end of the rope, killing at least fourteen chicken hawks stood in a row smelling the sea air is invigorating to the point of nausea, don't forget to hold the rail. I like tomatoes. The monster ate the brain bursting math problems that arise cannot be easily accomplished tasks at hand me that wet paper towel please. Do you want to go to New York City is the largest city in the United States have been around for over two hundred years is how old Chebacca was during a New Hope. The cheetah is very fast hand me that hammer and nail your ass, that's a good idea is often serendipity is not the way to get along in life is just a game we played on the weekend. How come you never come by and visit your grandmother on sunday afternoon is for doing nothing good can come out of all your lies. Do you want to dance if you want to you can fly around the house for a few minutes while I go and get my things are all packed an the truck should be here we are now we're getting somewhere over there is where he went sir. Why not? There's only so long my friend why didn't you come over here when I'm talking to the man please be quiet if you want to have a cookie, it's on me.

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Friday, August 13, 2004

"There's a little loss, but not too much."

"Why is that?"

"Why is there only a little? Because I've only loved a little."

"Doesn't that make you sad? Don't you feel, just a little empty inside, knowing that you've only loved very little?"

"I've always felt empty inside. That's why I visit you, that's why I've visited you for such a long time, because when I'm with you, I don't feel so empty."

"Neither do I. So do you believe in love. Don't you want to love? Don't you want to love?"

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"Love is nothing but a shadow, a myth. It's something that old people talk about fondly, but never seem to remember acurately. Love is blindness that leads to apathy if felt too long, or hatred if felt too intensly."

"You don't believe in love?"

"Oh I believe in it, the worlds too messed up not to."

"It's that attitude that prevents others from loving you."

"Perhaps, or maybe it's because I know the truth."

"What truth? That you were rejected once or twice? That things didn't go your way? That you have to come see me to get any satisfaction? That you are going to die a lonely old man."

"We all die alone you know."

"No, just those of us who've never known love."

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Thursday, August 12, 2004

Garumph, garumph
Halugia, nay
Fuliak, frump
bumpnunny, nay

Garumph, garumph
Insolitie, hoy
Niniak, Kuliak
ungraphy, boy

Garumph, garumph
Ninini, huh?
Absoloot, hakenie
agro mail duh.

Garumph, garumph
halugia, boy
insolitie, hakenie,
agro mail boy

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Monday, August 09, 2004

Medea is not a plotline most people want to think about.
The tale of one womans revenge on the man she loved, who betrayed her, is levels darker than things most happy people want to imagine.
Last night I rented von Trier's 'Medea': filmed in 1988 it's a danish version of the film set among the back drop of a darkage Denmark.
The imagery is incredible, that and the subdued, and subtle nature of the actors gives the film a haunting quality.
The movie itself is played with spurts of dialogue filled with long silences, and 'beautiful pictures.'
Medea in the swamp, gathering herbs, and poison is particularly striking, especially when Creon and his men enter to banish her from the country.
One of the most striking scenes is where Medea actually does sacrifice her children to finalize her vengeance agaist Jason; the older of the two children knows what is coming, and only asks for his mothers help so he can do the deed himself.
One cannot help but feel sorrow for Medea, as one feels sorrow for Jason.
Jason blind drive for power, and Medea's foolish desire for veangeance leaves them both without anyone.
In the end there is a sick feeling in the gut, knowing that you've just watched a beautiful film dealing with a terrible story, but it also gives you much to reflect on.


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WOW!!!!

What good times this weenend! What good times.
Joel, Deanne... I love you guys, I hope you made it back safely.
This weekend's highlights were:
Seeing Joel and Deanne, hanging out with a theatre crowd... what fun people,
pulling a dart out of my knee, watching a couple of fun movies and a very artistic film.

Good times, good times.

Now a few comments:
Katrina, that's lovely song. I want to suggest some music to you, they're not opera, I struggle with opera. The pieces I'm suggesting (perhaps you already know them) are orchestral: The Rite of Spring, by Stravinsky; and Concerto for Orchestra, by Bartok... not opera, but two of my favorite pieces.

Gen, I think your oversimplifying the human conditition, it's true that chemicals play an important role, but there is much, much more at work than just the chemicals. Medication can only go so far to help, once people become accustomed to the medication, more and more is required and eventually the medicine must be changed, or if too many cycles have occurred, the individual must wait for something else to come along. That's the weakness of drugs fixing the problem of war, it wouldn't last.
Now don't get me wrong, I think such drugs are a blessing, and they have helped an incredible amount of people, live good, well adjusted lives. I think that they are a much needed part of society now. But one has to wonder at the bigger issue; what's the cause of the chemical imbalances? Is it solely heriditary, or is it also largely caused by the gross amount of unnatural chemicals we ingest as a society, either through food, or in our enviroment? Do societies that consume more natural food, and less fast food and chemically rich foods have a lower rate of deppression? I don't know. It would be interesting to find out though.

Sherry, how was your weekend?

Bruce... I have Darth Vader as my desk top image now, thanks for posting that pic.

Well that's all from me.... more another time.

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