jubjub

My buddy was saving up to go to New Zealand, but ran into some law trouble. Eep. I should have him read your journal, b/c you've made me want to go. I want to travel again, but don't have much time or money. I might get a ten day trip in to Costa Rica, but I always dream dream dream and don't get to do do do ask much as I want. I feel torn, ten days, it seems an injustice. But I have had to teach myself that something is better than nothing, and that three months of travel, or a year, is not always possible.. *sigh* Always off in dreamland, meanwhile my reality crumbles to pieces.

hey, thanks I haven't seen the director's cut yet..I was meant to but I forgot. haha.

You have suave taste in films..although i'd be lying if I said that Lost Highway didn't put me to sleep
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Thanks so much for the nice comment you left on my set!!!


I love PJ Harvey... you are soo lucky. It sounds like you are having one wonderful trip. I hope all is okay and you make it back home all safe and sound. Kiss the girls and make them cry for me!

I loved that movie (The Dreamers)

Hey, I am reading up on 'Dead Man' by Jim Jarmusch(for a myth class) but I loved the film, and do not know if you have seen it(I am sure you have). But this is an aweseome quote from and interview with him that seems up your alley:
"My job is definitely not to presuppose what the audience wants or expects. Commercial cinema is based on marketing analysis. My job is to make films that those people with whom I chose to collaborate would like to see. The rest of the world has to be ignored completely." J.J.
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hey there...i don't have oodles of time to read through all your journal, but i always dig the contents of your brain stuck into the computer's blank white face...have an excellent weekend!

My lovely chum just saw PJ Harvey and loved her, niot being familiar with her before the show. Hey, yeah, well, my writing class is cool and yet not. To much to detail in that sense. Oddly enough, I write less now that I am back in school, the opposite of my intentions. Well, I guess the Muses' must be hioding out and snickering in a corner while pointing to me. Yeah, well, always good to hear from you JubJub! Keep kicking. It does not matter if one gets to live their dreams 24/7, just as long as they keep weaving a blanket of hopes and aspirations. You'll be totally fine...Argh matey!~ Thar be rough seas ahead but sunshine on the other side...

Great play list.

I can't sleep. Today I drank too much caffeine, a vice I hate these last couple years and yet I dabble with nonetheless. Caffeine or not I have sleep problems! Agh! On a positive note, my brain feels like a light switch sometimes lately, a bulb burning bright with ideas, except I can't turn out the glaring shine at times such as this. Back to try and slumber. Maybe the Russian Lit will help me doze, with horrible tales of war and atrocity, a mixed message of beautiful prose saturated with the blood of the dead.

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Hi there, I read only the tiniest bit of the author I recommended, but this whole world of Soviet Lit. during the Revolution is unveiling into my mind, a banner unrolled in bright red, bright against untouched snow. I know so little about that time, and the creative force that was both spawned, and later destroyed, by it. It's late and I have to skeedaddle. I WILL say I turned in a poem today to my class, my writing class, but for some odd reason, I betrayed my essential rawness. I censored myself, and took out some of the vital erotic harsh pieces of the poem, for fear of revealing that aspect of my writing to my peers in class, but more, because I like that to be mine, and those of my close friends I share it with. I coveted my own writing. But in the end, when re-reading it, I wanted to make my poem into a doormat for me to walk on in disgust, for I felt I destroyed it in the process. How does one balance inner vision with exhibitionism of one's work? Yes yes, the usual blur and chaos of the brain....nite nite.

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