No pretty pictures today. Days just slipping slowly by, knowing somewhere my paycheck is building up until its ready for payday. For once I'm not working either 24/7 or not at all. Hours are regular. I got time to read at home, please my woman, go to sleep early, then wake up at a decent hour. Work leaves lots of time for the on-going search for pornography and titllation.
But regularity comes with its downsides. Office work kills the soul, atrophies the body. Still keep wonderin' if I'm walking the right path. Kinda either want a job that's more demanding, or not demanding at all. Maybe film shit ain't for me. Maybe I should just start a bar on some Asian beach somewhere with a side business of selling illegal substances. Probably'd pay better too.
So if the body's happy, the soul is discontent. If the soul is content, the body is being worked to death. Will ever the twain meet? Your thoughts?
A feel a lack of creativity sneaking up, one that embraces not only the would-be art in my noggin, but my day to day activities.
But to crawl out of my head for a while, here's some things I've been doing:
I helped a woman with the subtitles for her documentary on the Yi minority in Yunnan. She interviewed two priests there: the good priest and the bad priest. One heals people, the other curses people. So if you've got gout, you go to the one dude. If you don't have any money to pay, no worries. If your pig gets stolen, you go to the other dude and he curses all your neighbors and in the next week they all die.
I dig that: religion you can use.
The communists however outlawed the evil priest from working. Damn godless communists. First the Fa Lun Gong, then the satan worshippers.
Here's a photo of a Bimo priest. You decide: good or bad?
She works for Tian Zhuangzhuang, who did Blue Kite, a really great movie, tho' not as well known as Raise the Red Lantern.
He recently did Springtime In a Small Town, slow but beautiful:
This scene was breath-taking:
It is a remake of this movie, which was rated the #1 Chinese film ever made by Hong Kong critics in 2004:
Much love to all the people who have written nice comments of late. Smooches to my new friends.
But regularity comes with its downsides. Office work kills the soul, atrophies the body. Still keep wonderin' if I'm walking the right path. Kinda either want a job that's more demanding, or not demanding at all. Maybe film shit ain't for me. Maybe I should just start a bar on some Asian beach somewhere with a side business of selling illegal substances. Probably'd pay better too.
So if the body's happy, the soul is discontent. If the soul is content, the body is being worked to death. Will ever the twain meet? Your thoughts?
A feel a lack of creativity sneaking up, one that embraces not only the would-be art in my noggin, but my day to day activities.
But to crawl out of my head for a while, here's some things I've been doing:
I helped a woman with the subtitles for her documentary on the Yi minority in Yunnan. She interviewed two priests there: the good priest and the bad priest. One heals people, the other curses people. So if you've got gout, you go to the one dude. If you don't have any money to pay, no worries. If your pig gets stolen, you go to the other dude and he curses all your neighbors and in the next week they all die.
I dig that: religion you can use.
The communists however outlawed the evil priest from working. Damn godless communists. First the Fa Lun Gong, then the satan worshippers.
Here's a photo of a Bimo priest. You decide: good or bad?
She works for Tian Zhuangzhuang, who did Blue Kite, a really great movie, tho' not as well known as Raise the Red Lantern.
He recently did Springtime In a Small Town, slow but beautiful:
This scene was breath-taking:
It is a remake of this movie, which was rated the #1 Chinese film ever made by Hong Kong critics in 2004:
Much love to all the people who have written nice comments of late. Smooches to my new friends.