Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: c'est la vie, catch-up, claude lelouch, coffee, french press, life, rendezvous, summer, tom waits
I might start using this again. Hm.
How is everyone?
Summer is almost over. In 2 weeks I am moving to the great metropolis that is Chicago. I’m apprehensive and happy and terrified and excited and anxious and ecstatic about the whole thing. Chicago is my second favourite city in this country and one of my favourite cities in the world. I’ve been there many times in my life but I’ve never actually lived there. I’ve been dying to get out of this town (as typical angsty teenager as that sounds) for what feels like years. I think it HAS been years. This town sucks but, again, it is home. And I will miss familiarity and the eastern time zone and my friends. But “if there is one thing I have learned about life, it is that it moves on.” I still have tons of things to do before I leave for school. The only thing I’ve done is pick out a few books, movies and records I’m taking (yes, bringing the record player… really necessary).
In other news, I just made coffee successfully in THIS:
The French Press coffee maker I bought a month ago at IKEA. Btw who the hell came up with IKEA? That place is basically heaven on earth. But you do have to be in the right mind set.
What have I done since I last posted this thing?
I saw Sonic Youth this summer which was incredible. Thurston Moore is literally a god on this god-given earth. or something. They blew my mind. I took no pictures which was a strangely freeing experience.
This summer I’ve lost a few best friends and gained a few. I guess that is normal and expected.
I sold a bunch of my Paris pictures for 265 dollarz. Score?
I’ve watched esentially every Godard movie ever made. Or so it feels. I’m thinking about film editing as a career. Who the fuck knows. I feel like I am an ambitious person but the next moment I feel like I never want to have a “career” as long as I live. I guess that’s deluded. I don’t know. Does anyone?
This is my new favourite thing. yes, thing. Including foods, music, places, feelings, movies, clothes, anything. This is my new favourite thing ever. I cannot even believe how incredible it is.
Hm. I guess the last thing I’ll say is that Tom Waits is the reason I live.
PS changed my layout so pictures are kind of too big to be viewed on it. That’s ok.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: brussels, cinema, film, leonard cohen, london, music, paris, penelope cruz, photography, roman polanski, self, self portrait, tom waits, vicky cristina barcelona
I’ve been busy obsessing over the most disjointed random things/people in the world. That’s what I’ve been busy doing instead of blogging on this shit.
1. Leonard Cohen. It’s because every time that doc Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man is on Sundance I watch it. It changes my life every time. I always love Leonard Cohen because he gets you at all points in your life. And as I’m going through a whirlwind of dullness and mood swings and everything, he is making the most sense. He tends to make sense a lot more than most people do. Something about Cohen’s voice and words and presence is just comforting. I almost wish he was my father.
2. Penelope Cruz. I would do the little accent mark but I have no idea how to. I finally saw Vicky Cristina Barcelona and she blew my mind. She’s just so sickeningly beautiful and amazing. I think I might add her to my extremely short list of people I’d go gay for. (and btw, the movie was really good too, but I’m biased since I love anything by Mr Woody)
3. Self portraits. I’ve been taking too many of them.
(me and Edith, I tried very hard to get her into the photo)
4. This fucking Canon 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 USM Image Stabilizer lens. I NEED IT IN ORDER TO SUSTAIN MY LIFE.
I was playing around with it when Madelaine and I bought her new camera yesterday. It has the best focus of any lens I’ve ever had my hands on. I’m going to try and find a cheaper one somewhere (ebay? reliable y/n?) before I leave in 15 days.
5. Obsessing over the fact that in 15 days (give or take, too lazy to calculate exactly) I’ll be in London, Paris, and Brussels. Yeah. WHAT!? Thank GOD. I don’t even know what to do with myself. We basically have no plans for anything. I can find my own way around London by now so Madelaine just plans on following me around to places that are for sure hits, and then just hanging out. and then eventually celebrating her birthday by doing something dangerous and stupid most likely. Maybe I’ll try and see the family. Who knows. The only plans for Paris is the Louvre, so I can cry and recreate the race in Band of Outsiders while trying to not get kicked out (oh and look at epic art pieces, of course). I might try and visit the Cinematheque Francais so I can weep. No plans for Brussels at all except to get Belgian chocolate.
6. Tom Waits. I am going through a serious musical rut where he is basically all I listen to. I would marry Tom Waits.
7. and last: ROMAN POLANSKI. I finally got around to watching that documentary Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired. I love him so much I refuse to believe he’s a pervert, but it’s obvious he got his groove on with that 13 year old girl, what Humbert Humbert would call a nymphet (that reference was necessary). She wanted it though, I guarantee it. Who wouldn’t want to get it on with a young RP?… Like, come on girl, just admit it, stop tormenting this little man’s soul. He’s a genius, a god of his art form, let’s allow him to frequent our country again and continue making spectacular films…. give it up girl!
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bob dylan, boredom, music, neil young, tom waits
this week has been weird, i’ve just felt really really bored or something, so i’ve been investing myself completely into music. i’m getting more and more into the male solo artists.. the last week i’ve been listening to a SHITload of tom waits, neil young, donovan (who is AMAZING, why haven’t i listened before!?) and of COURSE bob dylan. there is just something about discovering (or re-discovering, in the cases of both dylan & young) music like that. so fucking pure. perfect.
