cutriver

it seems you are standing between two worlds at the moment, a foot in each. If you move and don't like it, you can always move back, no?

What does a tat feel like? Pick the area you want to get it. Take a push-pin. Scrape the area with the pin, kind-of hard. More or less, that's what it'll feel like.

ok, i just did a double take ... two things ...

1. i just looked left - - colour me honored

2. teeth ... always always teeth ...

Dark City...I'll check it out...sounds a bit scary though. I might leave all the lights on for that one.

I am currently editing a storybook wedding...you know the whole bit. I don't mind weddings so much but this one imparticular...woah. Rather stick my hand in a meat grinder.

So you didn't sink your teeth into Ab Fab? (Love the abrieve). The humor was vicious...I enjoyed that part...American TV doesn't pull out it's nails like that.

I got "Lovely and Amazing" coming next.

Thanks for the recommendation...same director as the Crow ((+_+))





[Edited on Sep 09, 2004 7:52PM]

I love the cinematic talk. Restasure someone is listening. What an exciting time for you...writing in Paris. Au natural. I know you are going to kick ass. It is inevitable. SO much around you...you are golden if you are holding a pen..or a laptop for that matter.
Don't know if you are a hip hop fan but in Mos Def's latest album (1999) "Black on Both Sides" someone asks him where is hip hop going and he replies "ask yourself where are you going?" I think that is true. SO where is literature or cinematic critiqing going? Let the world know.
peace

I'd love to get back down to a beach with a group of friends and do some fire walking & skinny dipping in the ocean, I do miss the freedom and intensity of it all.

I should really stop talking shop in these journals. Like as if anyone's actually interested, right? your right, I don't understand half the stuff you write, but I persevere haha

Nuckinya

[Edited on Aug 30, 2004 4:41AM]

ok. first allow me to say that i am a height fetishist, and therefore swooning that you are 6'6". YOWZA. and as for the clothing perils that it creates, well, i know by association of what you speak -- my youngest brother is 6'5 1/2", 275, size 17 shoe (US). he is enormous. seriously, his legs are like tree trunks. the poor kid basically has to get reupholstered each season. madness.

and i am very excited for you and all your oz like prospects - that is excellent. i really don't think you can go wrong moving there. whilst i'm sure every section is different, i've truly never met an aussie i didn't at least enjoy. mostly i genuinely like them all. and ohhhh, the red clay is marvelous. i kept my hiking boots from there for years for the love of red dust. the water is the best i've ever seen too. so clear - i went swimming in the ocen in a secluded spot and was able to travel with several layers of tropical fish and a smallish shark!! it was amazing. of course, i also had to run from a sea snake at one point, which was terrifying, but cool in its own way.

and of course they want to keep you! you are clearly a bright mind. however, since misery loves company, that may not be best for you. whatever your decision, it will all work out for the best.

well, snogging dreams are always bonus ~ especially if there is levitation involved. right with you on the balloon thing, tho ... *shudders* eep.

I'm saving my place here...I'll be back to edit later!!!

Hey, I was buisy! Sorry!

I hate when you see someone and you desperately want to say something but the words just wont form. That's the stuff that haunts you.

I think Maurice Dantec could very well be spot on.

Three questions, donc:
1. I'm sorry, but, isn't Dean Koontz something of a hack?
Wash your mouth out, I can't believe you kiss your mother with that mouth, I love his work trashy as it may be.

2. Maybe I ought to know this, but what does Nuckinya mean?
it is an Aboriginal word from a tribe in northern NSW meaning hello, seeya later and how are you doing all at once, it is pronounced phoneticly.

3. Who is Liz?
Liz is a young lady I met a year ago at a friends birthday party and I have been wanting to ask out for a while and I did so last week. (she said yes)

you know this will sound trite, but i hope you'll give it a go anyway:
sometimes you get the bear, sometimes the bear gets you...


now, since you seem a little tense i have a mission for you. Go to a park, sit on a bench. make time to do this for at least an hour. stare at every person that attracts your attention for the first half, and i mean study them (bring a notepad if ya like), how they move, how the speak, hand movements, what they eat, how they breathe, etc. then just relax and smile at every pretty boy or girl you can, and remember you most likely will never see any of them again, so there can be no consequences for good or ill.

or drink yourself silly in a darkened corner of some little shithole smelly place, and stumble blind and vomiting back to your bed. either way you'll probably feel a little different about yourself tomorrow

Oh, sweetest cutriver. You simply reboot. Start the next day at zero. And again. And again. Clean slate it, Baby. If you keep doing the dance like Lot's wife, you'll turn to salt. I can't have that.

You know...why don't you write to his PR people? And if that doesn't work, write to his management....and if that doesn't work, write to his studio...and if that doesn't work... (so on, so forth). Then, it would even be a PLANNED meeting. And you'd have more time. Paris is so close to you. You could jump over there, just any old time, Sweet One.

SALLY FORTH, Baby.


s


[Edited on Aug 23, 2004 12:14AM]

Funny. Over here in North America, I see capitalism as the only form of social interaction we seem to find acceptable or can count on. I see people treating the process of purchasing as an opportunity to pretend they are part of some sort of community: the inane pleasantries etc. It saddens me.

My sister worked a part time job at a grocery store while she was at university. She told me about this one old lady who was all spiffily dressed up who asked my sister to carry her groceries home for her. When she showed my sister to her pantry, it was filled to the top with the exact cans of stuff she'd bought that day. It appeared to be her only social outing.

T. Coraghessan Boyle. I forgot about him. I remember reading a completely funny story of his about Fugu in Harpers. And a book about an illfated grow op. wow. long time ago.

I'm with Swoo: fuck guns and celebs. Gimmee sex. Thank you.

you're right, that is a long journal..lol.. anyways, sounds like you're enjoying the travels and what not..

i've approved you to the SGAU group, come by and introduce yourself when you get the chance.. as far as members in adelaide go, there's tonia and thats about it.. there's been an influx of australian members to the site recently but they're usually quiet, and generally speaking, not interested in the community aspect of SG..

anyways, good luck with everything, and remember melbourne isnt that far from adelaide......

No WAY you could be a piss artist... or crap for that nature, darling.

(Sigh) I missed your cutriverness. You are still my number one muthafucking crush. And I am waiting for your hands, Delicious.

Keep Having Fun.

s

Yes, travel and the lack thereof... My girlfriend, alienprincess, and I were supposed to shack up w/ her grandmother who was renting a cottage in Ireland for a month. This one-time opportunity turned out to be a likely three or four-time opportunity. So, we'll most likely be joining them in Italy next year. This works well for my better half for it lands on her grand list of places to travel with which she's near mastered the language. Iceland and Tibet beat Ireland on the list.

Your thoughts on I, Robot remind me of the series of animated films the Wachowski Brothers produced & co-wrote based on The Matrix. Similar philisophical themes and amazing visuals from anyone even marginally interested in Manga films.

I live less than a half kilometer from an free internet cafe. Being someone who you'd to run coffeehouses for a living, I was terribly jealous of those able to capitalize on free broadband connections as well as hand-delivered pots of ginger tea & biscuits. Who am I kidding, I'm still jealous.

I wrote about my feelings on skateboarding here. The June 10th one. I quit caring about the endless chase after the next trick and have tried to go back to the smile I had just rolling over blacktop and not busting my ass. Although I would have to say I would be damned impressed to see someone skate a dish then kickflip through a barrel. I would be stunned as well

I love London, I tried to move there about five years ago but it did not pan out. Whenever I have money I try to go there for a week or two.

I have more but it's 6 am and I feel brain dead.