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    March 28, 2004 Arundel. One of the most amazing places in England. I hope you will come visit us there... It's gonna be a right hoot! We're gonna turn into tweed-wearing olde towne freaks in Arundel. It's a great community; they protest everything and win. Even the local newspapers are awesome. Planning is under way, stay tuned.  March 27, 2004 Listening to Mutherfucker by Beck Dinosaurus! Why is this such a great, great film??? Well, maybe because, like the beautiful music of The Platters, it was created in a much simpler, more innocent time and it shows. There is such a sense of glee that comes from watching a full-colour dinosaur feature created in 1960 - from the acting to the script to the rubber dinousaurs to the editing, it has that first-time-around joy all aver it. Parts of it are dumb as hell (like, how did a stereotypical Irish drunk wind up on a carribean island in the first place?) but that only makes it more of a joy to watch. Some golden moments: when the recently-thawed out caveman and a housewife in dressing gown and face mask send each other screaming off in terror upon sight of each other, and when the caveman tries to stop the gun-wielding bad guy with a giant axe and the little island boy who befriended him cries out "No caveman, it is wrong to kill!" (moments after teaching him to sit in a chair and eat pie with a fork). The whole thing is a scream and as dumb as it sounds overall, it is truly compelling to watch and you actually find yourself liking the sad sacks on this fucked up little island. Try and get your eyeballs around this one if you can find it; it is worth the effort. Like this little gem of dialogue: When I was a leetle girl, in another country, we learned to make bombs with gasoline and bottles. We will need them, no? Bart (bare-chested oily he-man of the moment): We will need them, YES!  March 21, 2004 I fixed the graphic for my last entry - still on my laptop so it's prolly still a bit off. Last night I had weird dreams and today feel very strange. Yesterday it was like a hurricane here and people were huddled together in the bus shelters like frightened, wet little birds. Happy mother's day to those who deserve it. Not to people who use prams as a weapon, or have babies just to increase their benefits. To you I say Piss Off. Enjoy the avenging angel up there. She looks like she means bloody business. March 18th, 2004 Listening to: Charlie's Garden closing music Where have I been? I don't know. In my head mostly. This whole journal-thingie is relatively new to me, and I just can't get into the hang of regular updates. I live; I don't just talk about it. As Travis Bickle said "I don't believe that someone should devote his life to morbid self-attention. I believe someone should become a person like other people." Well the part about becoming like other people you can keep, who would want to be like most people? Unless you're talking about a bunch of Buddhist monks or something I'll pass. I did find this website where a guy just over-analyzes the shit out of Scorcese, it's apparently an online essay. A good read. This really happened!  Sorry if the type is scrunchy, I'm using a decrepit old version of photoshop tonight. The other worthwhile quote of the day comes from Jon Lovitz as Andy Kornbluth in the feel-good film of our generation, Happiness: Wait this one is even better: Pretty much sums it all up as far as I'm concerned. We saw bunny rabbits frolicking (or whatever they do, wuffling maybe) on the island inside the motorway. Spring must be near. The IRS owes me 300 bucks. Spain rules.  March 5th, 2004 Listening to: Thirteen (live) by Big Star  Dear Bubbles, The lyrics for this movement from Mozart's Requiem M (K626) are in Latin: Lacrimosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla, judicandus homo reus. Huic ergo parce Deus. Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem. Amen. Which, in English is: Ah, what weeping on that day when from the dust shall rise guilty men to be judged. God, oh spare them in Thy mercy. Gentle Lord Jesus, grant them rest. Amen. Hope this helps, Gary March 4th, 2004 Listening to: Superstar, SY's version Happy 5th (month) anniversary. I love you more than I thought I was capable of. Thank you for reminding me why we are here. March 3rd, 2004 Listening to: Beethoven's Mondshein Sonate   a note a dot a molecule a planet go forth come back empty regret nothing learn to smile again March 1st, 2004 Listening to: Can I Touch It? (Demo) by Derry Wootton    Come in and kiss us, spring. |
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