akira kurasawa is abso-fucking-lutely my favorite director right now, being convinced of that after having recently seen red beard. also, toshiro mifune has got to be one of my top favorite actors, perhaps on that basis of style that i've mentioned before. i've been watching a ton of films lately, namely japanese, mainly good. there was one weird one that i saw, called taboo, which was about a bunch of homosexual samurai. beat takeshi was in it. "i didn't know he had that leaning." ... haha.
with all of this trafficking my body in and out of the house for hours upon end, i find little time to read, yet somehow i've entangled myself in three books right now: harry potter and the goblet of fire by j. k. rowling, rashomon and other stories by ryunosuke akutagawa, and fates worse than death, sort of a memoir-type collection of personal stories by kurt vonnegut. reading is fun!
sometimes my friends are best when they're aimless. going out, we have this preconcieved notion that something has to happen in order for us to have a good time, when rather we just need to relax and have a good time in order for something to happen, if that makes any sense. let things roll by themselves, and something more cunning than spontaniety yet less forced than self-actualization will occur. trust me. unless of course, we end up sitting at someone's house until three in the morning, then that's fucking bullshit. nevermind, i take it all back. parties planned ahead of time are a sure thing. i hate convoluted blogs. i didn't want this post to be a goddamn pre-write, a train of thought, my meta-fucking-cognition. but i have to say, when we did that random barbeque at alan's, that was pretty cracking, despite how i used to view the notion of going out for no reason. when seth's grandma walked into the room talking about her grandson's cross-dressing habits, that was priceless. so what i was saying, really, is sometimes, the best things happen at or after a random set of occurances. sometimes.
with all of this trafficking my body in and out of the house for hours upon end, i find little time to read, yet somehow i've entangled myself in three books right now: harry potter and the goblet of fire by j. k. rowling, rashomon and other stories by ryunosuke akutagawa, and fates worse than death, sort of a memoir-type collection of personal stories by kurt vonnegut. reading is fun!
sometimes my friends are best when they're aimless. going out, we have this preconcieved notion that something has to happen in order for us to have a good time, when rather we just need to relax and have a good time in order for something to happen, if that makes any sense. let things roll by themselves, and something more cunning than spontaniety yet less forced than self-actualization will occur. trust me. unless of course, we end up sitting at someone's house until three in the morning, then that's fucking bullshit. nevermind, i take it all back. parties planned ahead of time are a sure thing. i hate convoluted blogs. i didn't want this post to be a goddamn pre-write, a train of thought, my meta-fucking-cognition. but i have to say, when we did that random barbeque at alan's, that was pretty cracking, despite how i used to view the notion of going out for no reason. when seth's grandma walked into the room talking about her grandson's cross-dressing habits, that was priceless. so what i was saying, really, is sometimes, the best things happen at or after a random set of occurances. sometimes.