5 posts tagged “media”

UGH, EW.

Okay, that's it. I'm going to remain celibate until I die. That's right – die. Because, um, just no. I'm officially traumatized for life, thanks.

Thanks a LOT, Lain.

Sometimes I can barely catch up with the myriad of things I end up wanting to talk about – especially recently since, you know.  You know.  (Actually, no, but go ahead and pretend to humor me.)

the world cannot bear the weightlessness of sparrows
or the confetti of our illegible addresses
the moon's breathless ascent
the world cannot bear it
so the world makes heavy things
like airplanes
and skyscrapers
like your heart
and heavy things fall down
because the world cannot bear them either
   
    – heavy things, denver butson

Um, all I have to say is this one makes me breathless.  Because – yeah, no.  Speechless, pretty much, and even moreso because I am drawn to these bittersweets and truths and oh.  Also, I was listening to this guy:

You and Me

What else – oh, celebrity-turned-model photoshoots.  It's these sorts of things that made me want to pursue fashion photography initially (but things don't work out and, well –) and both the photographers and models are amazingly breathtaking in what they do.  One of these days, I plan to bring out the films and digital, costumes and make up, and doll up my friends to model for me.  Because dressing up is fun and so is posing.  It would be fantastic – think The Dresden Dolls except probably dorkier.

Hello, Steven Strait.  In here, he looks so geeky and wonderful and very colorful.  I have a soft spot for people who dress to be unique – reminds me a little of D.N. circa 2002.  Don't know what happened after that.  In any case, how Alice In Wonderland is the girl?  I think it's just the playful themes and overall imagery that make me think of it.  I don't know, I don't know, but it makes me :) like no tomorrow.

I've been perusing our W magazine subscriptions and other haute couture spreads because I'm all squealish and the like when I see creativity like this.

And there are no words to describe Penn Badgley right now.  I think the article said he was from Gossip Girls (uh, what?) but he certainly passes for GQ material.  Oh, oh, oh.

Not relative to this post, but Jason Bateman and Michael Cera are men after my own heart.  So is John Mayer.  And Ellen Page – but she's not a man so, well, whatever. :)  Hm, and movies I need/want/am curious to watch:

• Alvin and the Chipmunks
• Atonement (1/14/07)
• Before the Devil Knows You're Dead
• Charlie Wilson's War
• Cloverfield
• The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
• Enchanted
• The Great Debaters
• Helvetica
• I Am Legend (1/12/07)
• Into the Wild
• The Kite Runner
• Meeting Resistance
• Michael Clayton
• National Treasure: Book of Secrets
• No Country for Old Men
• The Orphanage
• The Savages
• The Violin
• The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep

I will never tire of falling in not-quite-love with people because the sparks and electricity – the general adrenaline rush – makes me grin until my face hurts.  Best thing in the world, really.  You know, and then I laugh uncontrollably because this is all very funny to me, and utterly girlish and silly.

But it was definitely a good distraction, despite the fact we had a mutual understanding that You are you, and I am me, and this is all we are – two singularities with one specific chemistry concentrated on sympathy, concern, and respect.  Eventually, you confuse them (I do this all the time with people).

We sat in his car and talked as per usual.  I'm writing the alphabet on his hand, and he lets me because he knows my quirks better than anyone else while he fills the gaps with conversation, and it's never forced.  It's usually just him thinking aloud, I provide my opinion, and we rally back and forth until things segue in the ways they should.  It's different because I usually have to fish for something to talk about with others.

And then he goes, "Are you okay?"

I flinch a little because I like these things to go unnoticed for the most part.  And I admit it gets a little humiliating when I know I'm going to have to provide details about why and whatnot.  But I tell him anyway because he's more experienced in this arena and, what the hell, I'm tired of having to keep this to myself.

And then what it all came down to was:

"You concern yourself more with the comfort of others than taking care of yourself first."

A tired observation; I get this a lot, actually, and I really don't know why I do it.  It's always, so long as you're okay or let me know if I'm doing something wrong or whatever else I happen to think of at the moment.  In theory, stopping that would give me more time to pick myself back up but honestly?  What I do is basically inherent and would take quite a lot of time trying to reconfigure how I approach complications.

Then:  "You know what I think?  You attach yourself to those who are genuinely concerned about you.  You were deprived as a child, weren't you?"

"Apparently!"

This is followed by laughter because we clearly think it's funny to poke fun at my upbringing.

We pretty much continue this for another hour before he drops me off back at my house, kisses me on the forehead (and here's where I get the chills and punch him for it), and sends me away and makes sure I get in safely.  Lastly:  "Try not to think about it too much.  You can do that when you're dead."

Cue resounding appreciation.  Because it is something I thank him constantly for – for keeping an eye out on me when everyone else is too concerned about the surface.  Which is another reason why I despise him so because it throws me into an emotional frenzy.  Although whenever I look at him, I see a teddy bear I simultaneously want to cuddle and attack with a barrage of kicks.

My relationships with others are so open-ended, it's ridiculous.

I also finished I Am Legend.  On a scale of 1-10, it's probably a decent seven.  Conceptually, it's a good book but the execution was fairly mediocre.  Somewhat emotionally gripping, particularly when Matheson delved into the matter of loneliness, isolation, and the human hope for companionship, etc.  As far as emotional frailties is concerned, it was probably the only time I ever empathized with the main character.  Otherwise, it's all right, and I have every intention of watching the film adaptation.

Here It Goes by Jimmy Eat World has nothing but 'feel good' written all over it.

It actually made me smile today; it's a nice feeling.

Stewie: So broccoli, mother says you're good for me.  Well, I'm afraid I'm not good for you!

Stewie: You look like Snoopy, and it makes me smile.

Stewie: What's that?  Oh yes, yes.  I love crack.  I'm absolutely coo-coo for crack!

Apparently, despite my 'fool-proof' attention to detail during the Christmas rush, I made a big switch up with phones going to Alameda and somewhere in New York. :(  I feel like an idiot now, not only because the customer was super duper nice but that he works a couple of stores down from where I do - and probably now has me burned into his memory to avoid me at all costs - in which I will gladly help by ducking and covering whenever I see him.  (Oi, he was pretty cute too, but not that that's relevant here.)

ETA: OMG, YESPLZ.  Tim Burton is my effing idol.  And a movie adaptation of American McGee's Alice is supposed to be out in 2008.  So yay!