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I am posting from California and it is finally raining! There has been a water problem here, hopefully there will be no water rationing.

Recently I discovered many blogs all about clothes and what's-it. All of these blogging fashionistas love showing their outfits while commenting on trends, patterns, color, texture, and proportions. There are a lot of these blogs. Just like there are an amazing amount of people who have nothing to blog about. But these people do have something to talk about! And it's pretty cool! They have one idea and they go through with it. Usually I think of something and then half way through, completely abandon it. So sad. :(

Since no one else but me will be reading this blog (well I may not even be reading it) I figured why not post something that I like and plan to do. Blogs are amazing in the way a person can talk and ramble about anything without sounding crazy. And it can be as disorganized and mad as the person's mind.

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Narcissus and Echo :)

I have been thinking about doing a project with this myth in mind. I am absolutely in love with this story. It's a sad and depressing myth about love and vanity. Right. The moral of this story is that spouses should not hurt each other. WTF? I still like the unrequited love part. And how Narcissus fell in love with himself. It reminds me of this:


Pygmalion and Galatea. A story about a sculptor who falls in love with his own sculpture of a woman. Aphrodite enchants the piece of ivory and turns it to a woman. Like Pinocchio!

But it is the idea of vanity that I like. It's quite, er, funny and sad at the same time.

I am writing the script for this idea as well as another script about a luckless in love boy and his luckless in love grandpa. This idea of Echo and Narcissus really in a manipulation of another story about a girl who is trying to find her biological parents. However instead of the poor orphan, is a woman who falls in love with "herself." Sorta. She falls in love with her own manifestation of the perfect man. That proves to be a problem when she tries "dating."

This story also reminds me of the time I went shoe shopping. I spotted the perfect pair of boots, by Bruno Magli, and since then have not found a more beautiful boot. I sadly did not purchase the boots (my size is way too common) and now cannot allow myself to buy any other boot. However, since I am trying to move away from this fashion crazed phase and back to my awesomely comfortable track suits and kicks, I am not so demented about a stupid pair of shoes. Stuff.

In this story, there are three parallels.

1. Conscious- a young woman goes on a date with a "man."
2. Subconscious- the woman follows a man up and away from danger.
3. Mind's eye- a reinterpretation of Echo and Narcissus. Who is who?

It's quite confusing. Whatever.

Day One or Three...

I have decided to stop using shampoo. Today is either day one or day three, because I do not remember the last time I used shampoo. It's been hellish so far. I want to scratch my scalp a lot but I put lemon juice all over and massaged it. It calmed it down.
Yeah, this is going to be the start of a hopefully calm week. Hopefully.

My So Called Life

I am terribly angry at the moment. My student life has deteriorated to the point I want to strangle my principals for being uptight assholes.
I would also like to say that Vander Ark guy is a real dumb asshole. If he is so fucking smart, why not just write your own book? Jeez, don't try to make fandom into salable encyclopedias. If you want to sell your work, you might as well analyze the crap out of her books and hope someone will notice your obvious allusions. And really, just get a life. Because of you, I have to post a rant about why I really think you are dumbass. Just ruin my day, why don't you.

I'm not happy at all. I just found out that my school is on the brink of overpopulation self destruction and that the math classes I want are full. Plus I may not be able to go to film school depending on whether my classes are considered "good" enough.
So this life I have, isn't it angsty? Don't you just wanna wear black again and cut your wrists up? No, I don't. I hate angst so I'm trying to make the best of it.

Arch Enemies of Timothy Leary

I haven't post anything in weeks, so now I'm using that fact to post something new. What have I done in weeks that is interesting? I got time to venture up North to play soccer and eat disgusting food at a chain Mexican restaurant which is not Taco Bell or Chipotle. I also shared a car with two overly obnoxious music listeners and one reckless driver. Aside from that, there is possibly nothing newer. Except maybe the new discovery of Michel Gondry! 

Michel Gondry. Wow. What a dude. I've seen Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind and I've wanted to watch the Science of Sleep for Ages. Now with Be Kind, Rewind (I've got the wicked screensaver), Michel Gondry is now on my radar, even though he should have been there since 2004. And what took me so long? Well, many superhero movies came out, so I had to fall in love with Bryan Singer's works, well until Superman Returns and Valkyrie sorta both fail, so then the three amigos, meaning Alfonso Cuaron, Guillermo del Toro, and Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu just had to appear. And those three are wonderful, but with Michel Gondry, the four are wonderful! I recently watched Gondry solve a Rubik's cube with his feet and then his nose and then Jack Black with 10 Rubik's Cubes. Then I saw the sweded trailer of Be Kind Rewind. I have to say, I like the sweded version better than the original version. Sorry Jack and Mos Def, but you guys can't beat Michel Gondry. 

I also realized how many new projects I have to do. First off, I have to doodle. And it's for an icon but I get to choose whatever subject I want to doodle. So I landed of Hitchcock. Yes, the brilliant Alfred Hitchcock. Then, I also I have to write a draft. That I have to turn in by Friday. Sweet. Also, I may have to write a 10 minute script for a shortie. My main problem with shorts is how to keep them simple and short. In order to do that, I decided to go with possibly the most playful and innocent creatures in the world- children. And why children? Because not long ago I was one and I still remember what it was like to be naive, innocent, and cruel. Plus the long list of scatological jokes. On top of that, is a short film video I have to make. Have to because I said so. I'm probably going to make a music video for Unit 4 +2's Concrete and Clay because one, it's a great song, two, the song is too darn cute, and three, the official music video is crap, not that mine will be any better.

Also, I gave up on the Fountainhead. I lost it in some drawer and I have not yet wanted to read it. I still have some chapters left, but I truly and utterly hate it. Hate is a powerful word, and I mean it when I say I hate that book. Ayn Rand's dialogue makes me fall asleep and wonder if her group of friends were that formal. Probably not. But maybe they are. 

And She Will Kiss the Clouds

Living in a very nice neighborhood puts a dampener on any whiner or complainer. So, myself living in a quite affluent place find it hard to relate to issues that others find so normal within their lives. After reading a nice "inspirational" article about following dreams, and hmm, a novel about an uncomprimising soul, well I figured I might as well write something to voice my opinions and to well, just for the heck of it. Plus, there is some lame script thing, but there are no specifications of how long it has to be. I am aiming that this post will cover at least 30 minutes of that script and inspire more scripts.

So...

Living a life without worries but filled with any possibility imaginiable is a life many covet. For many people living in a partiular area, this is what is defined as normal. Young children live with so much vitality and love. This is prevalent everywhere. However, when living amongst these "normal" people, these young children bloom into worry free teenagers. Teenagers are not worry free totally, still having to endure stress from school and studies. However the teens here have only that to basically worry about. The rest just does not exist. When these teens grow up, they finally become adults. Either these adults become shocked, thrown into an unknown world that they thought never existed before, or they adjust comfortably, already knowing so much that they have found a decent job. Either way, these young people are thrown into a different place, almost a different world. The comforts of home have lulled them into a false sense of security which is immediately taken away when the insurances decide to stop covering them, as a result of no longer being a "kid".

... also, as a note, something entirely unrelated, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will be split in to two films.

Parables of Monsters

I am in the mood today to discuss about monsters. I really like monsters. Not the everyday monsters we see walking the dogs or in the store, but the monsters which become an irrational fear. Take for instance a child eating giant with spikes covering his entire body. Or a half woman half snake creature which kills souls, not bodies.

What is a monster? A phantom which haunts and plagues the minds of children? A demon which sulks the shadows? Or rather a small innocuous-looking thing that can actually be vicious? A monster is not imaginary nor out of this world. A monster is an identity that people carry. The next door neighbor may in fact be
a monster. Children hide from monsters, however adults can too. And sometimes
the monster may never be unstoppable and others may not know a monster does
exist. It can be the fatal cut which infects your body and allows you your
torment and woe. A monster can also be a beautiful creature which despite
its deformities, a flawed and imperfect creation. A monster can be born with
a clean slate and naturally good tendencies, or with selfish ones.

Because it's monster time, I would suggest the following: Frankenstein, The Spirit of the Beehive, The Devil's Backbone, Monster, Where the Wild Things Are, and of course, the one with the fairy-chomping, eye-in-hands pale man, uh, Pan's Labyrinth.

The Crippling Ego

I have been reading Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead for a few weeks now. So far, it's been a completely interesting and engaging read. The characters are exceptional albeit sometimes symbols rather than people. The book however got me questioning the ideals of the human ego and individualism. Ayn Rand's quote that man's ego is the fountainhead of human progress pretty much sums up the book and does sound nice on paper. Otherwise if you dare say that aloud and claim it as your basic code of life, well then, you'd be an arrogant dickhead.


The thing about man's ego and his pride is that, well how far can it stretch before you can break it. Observing that has always been an interesting hobby though I have neglected it for a bit too long. Sometimes it is nice to relax and observe others, however as of late I am not observing others, rather more often than not berating group members for not contributing their share into a project. I am not a very angry or irritable person, actually I find that if everyone works hard that there will be some harmony within a group. I truly want people who love their work. Well maybe not love it, but passionate about it. That way if they yell at me that it's usually about some creative idea rather than telling me about how unfair I am. Listen people, listen up! Wouldn't it be great if everyone was a Howard Roark and a Henry Cameron (well before he became a drunk)?




Now that I am done about talking about the breakable human ego, I would like to share some cupcake photos, because they are beautiful. However, they remind me of the feast and the Pale Man.


They are similiar in how you can't eat it so it's torture. And remember how Ofelia eats two grapes and almost suffers the wrath of the Pale Man? Well, lick the computer screen and get some electric charge or some weird diarrhea from the paper.