OK people, please get ready for the world premiere of the explicit epic
length video/ short film for “Don’t Play No Game That I Can’t Win.”Though no Yeti’s were harmed in the making of this video, please remember, that there are some scenes that are a rugged and raw depiction of a world that is at times violent, and even frightening.
That being said, please heat up the butter and the popcorn, sit back and enjoy. Directed by Spike Jonze and written by Adam Yauch, we hope you have fun.
There Will Be Blood: Thomas the Tank Engine Edition
This is the most philosophically relevant link I have ever witnessed.
I think I’m having an existential crisis!!!!
i’ll put it across blatantly…. for future references. hee.
People of the east are all mutually related and actionably gay. I am trying not to mind, but it’s difficult because of these facts. I have second thoughts about the already uncertain future. hypsm+nyu/utaustin/ucla/uscfilm must be the weirdest combination ever. Or the most ingenious. the Great Conflict of ‘13. Goin down in history.
Anyway a log of what I’ve hitherto done in the supposedly free week that is this. I still can’t get over the fact that the National gig on Tuesday was cancelled; I have two tickets intact, untorn by the old lady ushers who usually ripple their dainty spiderveins on the perforated edges. But there’s still the Jo newsom gig on friday so I guess I can’t complain.
I’ve been on a rejectionist streak for the past few months; my first attempt at some admittedly (incredibly) cheesy poetry has bore no results, just because I refuse usage of fruits in this context because it would further cheesify the quality of my trial prose. I never expected rejection letters (or emails in this case) to sting at all but found myself a little peeved to be reading them at all. Can’t blame a startup poet biz for trying. I’ll be back huh?
So other things I’ve done the past week: obsessively checking admitted profiles of Yale to look out for slacker entrants; duhfully has been almost futile. Of course there are a few but I have no intention of taking up classics due to my poor foundations of absolute NILNESS. So that’s kind of an out the window statistic. But I guess I can bank on a creative yellow and my weakness in nerd topics. (surprise, surprise)
I’ve also dug up my HTML knowledge from the vastly dusty vault in the cranial throes and goddamn it is supremely dusty. But with previous muscle I guess the fat will be burnt easily. Badanalogy.
Great Gatsby also. Carraway embodies FSF and obviously nick was made to be awesome, and everyone else flawed because Fitzgerald doesn’t like these characters so obviously they should be bad and negative. I should be mad but I am not; instead I am kind of relieved that he as an author is brave enough to address the inaneness of brite yung thugs. Sometimes we should dare to look at ourselves in a nice spotlight, a shiny beam of positivity. For me that is totally easy. I’d go into detail but then everyone including myself would try to kill me. I’d try to escape such animosity I think.
Last thing: just a note to self that I gotta brush up, on theatre, Alec Guiness-y craft text, stanislavsky! Strasberg! for the love of god! And on eternal darnation gotta read faster. My eyes don’t work in tune with the brain. Finally: on plays! Samuel Beckett especially. Avant garde is on the rise in curricula. Like omg right?! Happy yet cautious. They may totally screw you over. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
Swanlights (October)
VW to Singapore (October 24th, A FUCKING TUESDAY OMG WHY) (not that i won’t go anyway)
The Age of Adz (October 12th)
Bitte Orca x2
Lisbon (14th)
Personal Life (7th)
Fuck Dance, Let’s Art (28th) (besttitleever)
“Kanye/Jay minialbum” (whenever)
So yes I am pretty sure you can deduce that this time of the year is often Christmas for my ears. Actually just Christmas, what else would I rather receive?
:)
trilliums:caffeinelover / thequietworld / fujiidom / annahinks / dontquityourgayjob / likeadoll:
I’m Leo. I’m 35 years old and I don’t need a governess!
THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF BRRRRRRRM I CAN’T
LIKE. A. MUSICALLOVINGBOYSCOUT.
YEAH RIGHT, PEOPLE WOULD ACTUALLY SURVIVE THREE DAYS IN CAMP COACHELLA IN HEELS AND STILL HAVE THAT SMIRK ON THEIR FACE? Heck no. I demand to be told that that is actually an empty grassy lot in suburban Chicago.
Of course, I am yellow, and thus have no relavant ground to stand on this topic, but really my opinion is the more logical one. Hee hee.
BTW, i made a quiche today while listening to los campesinos!(!)
Life is good!(!)
That was a Campesino exclamation reference!
get ready for a page long (or more. definitely more.) dissertative thesis essay regarding a phlegmatic jubliation upon realising, almost two hours in, that we’ve won.
i hold no other affiliation to the glorious country of spain other than speaking elementary spanish. also, loving the damn country. come on now, le bleu can’t always hold distinctions for everything. we gotta share it with our other european sisters.
for the record though i do not live in europe. neither do i have (much, at least to my credit i have a wee association) affiliations to the continent. i am a full fledged yellow, which i sometimes am proud of, though most other times, not.
ok, so in my usual fashion i detracted so humongously from the ball, my main point of posting.
great.
check in soon.
