A really great film, somewhat self-discovery-coming-of-age in a fantasy world that rivals BazLuhrmann, Tim Burton, and Michel Gondry. It's Neil Gaiman's Mirror Mask. Mildly similar to The City of Lost Children, but not really. I absolutely love Gaiman's dialogue. Favorite line: (upon seeing the future and being transformed from the fantasy world to the real world Valentine exclaims) "I don't want to be a waiter!"
Next, I'm starting out a new practice. When I'm done with campus I ride the bus back to the downtown station and walk the 200 feet over to Dagny's, order a large white ice tea, find a comfortable chair (which there are by the plenty) and sit down to spend the next hour or so doing whatever. So far I've read and stared out the window, both are enjoyable. I play to do this everyday after going to campus. Next I'm going to try getting one of the humongous brownies. I'll keep you posted. Oh, and Rob, you should totally set up a goodreads.com account. Try to resist it, you can't.
Tina and I often walk around our neighborhood in the evening when it finally cools off. We like to look at the houses; they have much more character in this part of town than the mundane rows of the developmentally challenged sprawl that possesses most of Bakersfield.
We'll call it at that for poetry in this post. What I'm really excited to post is what is becoming somewhat of a spooky occurrence, well, now spooky, yet, I did say becoming, but, it won't take much more to cross the line. Each time Tina and I go out, well, at least four times now if I remember correctly, I find a green tennis ball. I know right? Weird. I've kept three of them. I like to bounce it as I walk. I hope I find more.
Also, I'm in the middle of watching Man on Fire with Denzel Washington. He's in the movie, he's not actually watching it with me. I did that kind of thing earlier, the whole dangling modifier(?) is it? But I erased it. It was in the second sentence, I got rid of it with a semi-colon, which probably isn't right either. Hmm. This blogging is harder than it looks.
I'm always excited when I stumble upon some quality music. And I really enjoy a good cover. Here's a free download from Amie Street of Wakey!Wakey! doing Gnarles Barkley's Crazy. Quality. Shoot download the whole album. All it takes is a quick free sign up.
Each time I spell the word flier, I wonder, is it flyer, or flier. Well today I shall wonder no more thanks to Apple's built in Dictionary application. Apparently either spelling is accepted. What's with that. In this age of moral relativism (thanks again Apple) is it impossible to keep our venerated lexicon secure. Why the superfluity? our words becoming effete.
And now to the thesis of this post...
I'm looking for help. I'm making a flyier (I just did that) for an upcoming conference and the idea is to have a background filled with text and then using some savvy designer Photoshop® skillz, I'll use the letters in the text as pixels to create the word "STORY" in bold or colors or something. Here's where you come in. I'm asking you to send me the first lines of some of your favories stories (books, movies, whatever) that would either be recognizable or relatable if you were of the college-age persuasion.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times Somewhere in la Mancha In the beginning
Also, I'm looking for creative lines (entirely made up) that will resonate with less mainstream (debatable) stories.
I grew up without a father My grandparents raised me