I'm dipping my toes into the warm, warm waters of the 20th century. I am now the rightful owner of a very small, 14'' TV/DVD combination player. Santa Claus got fed up with my two year technological showdown. I will tell you this: a back-to-back Lawrence of Arabia and Doctor Zhivago session is seriously satisfying on a rainy Sunday in Los Angeles. You know what's better? Drinking dirty gin gimlets while watching Shaun of the Dead and pining after Simon Pegg right before drifting away for the night. (Thank you to Itsalivemedia for the moral support and four-wheels as I hurled myself into this brave new televised world. Aces, dude.)
But: mark. my. words.
No cable. I have no self-control when it comes to that kind of devious programming.
On the flip side, I did also succeed at purchasing something a bit more edifying for the ol' brain. A book called "A Thousand Plateaus." Fuck if Gilles Deleuze isn't one of the sexiest analytical thinkers/writers of all time. His vocab gets me all lusty.
Sorry for the pause in communique... I was in glorious Dubuque/Chicago for two weeks and have been desperately trying to catch-up with my real life since my return to L.A. a week ago. It was a bit of a bittersweet return - my very good friends have moved away from here to pursue M.A.s in New Mexico.
So, as of last Thursday, I am the sole survivor of a gang of folks who joined me in this trek to California.
I win.
But, without the "Show her what she's won, Bob!"
But: mark. my. words.
No cable. I have no self-control when it comes to that kind of devious programming.
On the flip side, I did also succeed at purchasing something a bit more edifying for the ol' brain. A book called "A Thousand Plateaus." Fuck if Gilles Deleuze isn't one of the sexiest analytical thinkers/writers of all time. His vocab gets me all lusty.
Sorry for the pause in communique... I was in glorious Dubuque/Chicago for two weeks and have been desperately trying to catch-up with my real life since my return to L.A. a week ago. It was a bit of a bittersweet return - my very good friends have moved away from here to pursue M.A.s in New Mexico.
So, as of last Thursday, I am the sole survivor of a gang of folks who joined me in this trek to California.
I win.
But, without the "Show her what she's won, Bob!"
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escape LA?!
who do you think i am?? snake pliskin?