No strange dreams to report today. Last night I just collapsed into a deep, empty sleep. Quite invigorating, really. Prior to falling asleep and with nothing else to do (lacking the attention span to watch a DVD and my steadily drooping eyelids making reading look quite unattractive), I busied myself with blowing through the first half of Guitar Hero's Career mode on Medium. I'm not the deftest hand at this game: the introduction of that damnable blue button is cramping my style in a big way. After going through and failing at Helmet's "Unsung" for the fourth time, I decided to call it a night.
Today was another day off. Just as the day that preceded it, I did very little (aside from meeting my mother for dinner, which was pleasant; she doesn't seem as batty as she used to be). Lacking a car in Arizona makes me a prisoner of geography right now. With all the interesting stuff to do over in Tempe and downtown Phoenix, I'm trapped like a bored rat, twiddling my thumbs in Old Lady/Tweakerville (which isn't half as interesting as it sounds). The only things keeping my sanity intact for yet another day: starting to read "Demanding The Impossible", a history of anarchism (very well-written and luckily not bogged down in poli-sci jargon; its always a joy to read something that aspires to be both academic and accessible) and I watched my first Woody Allen film today ("Take The Money And Run"). At first I just chuckled at it, until the malfunctioning switchblade scene came up. A lightning fast gag, but it was enough to make me nearly cough up a lung in glee. Great film. Frankly makes me feel like a bit of an ass for not watching a Woody Allen film sooner. I've never particularly cared about the whole Soo Yi thing; just because someone may indulge in some questionable things shouldn't detract from their art (i.e. Polanski, Celine as Nazi sympathizer, etc). I've always dodged Allen films for the same reason I put off on listening to the Misfits for the longest time: I hate the fans. Most of the people I know who talk up the joys of Allen's cinema are the most humorless, New Yorker-reading, Ivory Tower climbing motherfuckers you can imagine (I won't even get into what annoys me about Misfits fans so much, that is a post on its own). I'll check out his other films and see if I like them half as much as I'm digging on Take The Money. Its the kind of film that I immediately want to show to my friends, because I know they'll love it, and I know they'll resist watching it as strongly as I did.
Bon nuit!
Today was another day off. Just as the day that preceded it, I did very little (aside from meeting my mother for dinner, which was pleasant; she doesn't seem as batty as she used to be). Lacking a car in Arizona makes me a prisoner of geography right now. With all the interesting stuff to do over in Tempe and downtown Phoenix, I'm trapped like a bored rat, twiddling my thumbs in Old Lady/Tweakerville (which isn't half as interesting as it sounds). The only things keeping my sanity intact for yet another day: starting to read "Demanding The Impossible", a history of anarchism (very well-written and luckily not bogged down in poli-sci jargon; its always a joy to read something that aspires to be both academic and accessible) and I watched my first Woody Allen film today ("Take The Money And Run"). At first I just chuckled at it, until the malfunctioning switchblade scene came up. A lightning fast gag, but it was enough to make me nearly cough up a lung in glee. Great film. Frankly makes me feel like a bit of an ass for not watching a Woody Allen film sooner. I've never particularly cared about the whole Soo Yi thing; just because someone may indulge in some questionable things shouldn't detract from their art (i.e. Polanski, Celine as Nazi sympathizer, etc). I've always dodged Allen films for the same reason I put off on listening to the Misfits for the longest time: I hate the fans. Most of the people I know who talk up the joys of Allen's cinema are the most humorless, New Yorker-reading, Ivory Tower climbing motherfuckers you can imagine (I won't even get into what annoys me about Misfits fans so much, that is a post on its own). I'll check out his other films and see if I like them half as much as I'm digging on Take The Money. Its the kind of film that I immediately want to show to my friends, because I know they'll love it, and I know they'll resist watching it as strongly as I did.
Bon nuit!
;-)
see our movie yet?