| | Today I shaved my brother's head.
Well, only the last bits. He did most of it himself.
I've been watching Robert Altman films. Everything I can get my hands
on. I love his subtle humor, the way he can be simultaneously realistic
and absurd and the way he can paint setting and characters (-so- many
characters) with such detail- and yet at the end of the film I can
never say for sure what it was about. I can't find anything as cheeky
as Nashville, though. I guess I just wanted another Nashville, which is
a mistake (and I don't mean that with surly sarcasm).
I'm back in Perth.
Some people I know are engaged. Including former lovers. Significant
lovers. Lovers who, whether I admitted it to myself or not, have
lingered to the back and fore of my head and have just by existing
given me reason to pick up and continue more than once. You would think
their engagements would make me just a little jealous? Or that I would
feel some sort of loss? Oddly (or maybe not) , I'm nothing but excited.
And anyway I've a new romantic target. I'm very far gone. I'm ringing
this person for no reason- and just after seeing them. It's alarming.
This person manages a band and works at a toy shop. But of course this isn't what has me so smitten.
This person has a heart. A massive, massive heart. And a mind like no
other. And peculiar habits. I'm a sucker for peculiar habits.
I'm such a dumb little girl. Sometimes.
I've got a few projects going.
I'm going to make a website dedcated to absurd haiku because as far as I can tell there isn't one and there needs to be.
I'm writing a series of interrelated short stories about fake ancient
Greeks, robot colonies, pretentious atoms and twleve year old girls
who've had 'vagina' tattooed to their foreheads. Pretty standard,
really. Or obvious. You know when you read/watch/hear something that
makes you think its creator just kicked about a bit of dirt until s/he
uncovered an idea- and it's all too easy- and you wish they'd spent
more time digging?
A lot of my stuff makes me feel like that.
Oh, and armies of invisible Elvi. Elvises. In the stories. Hm.
I have more projects but (as exciting as they are to me) I fear I'll bore you if I prattle.
Otherwise... um?
I'm really liking Outkast. And the Mary Poppins soundtrack.
And Fiona Apple's new album.
And The Moldy Peaches but I've always liked them (aren't they perfect?
One of the few musical acts with whom you feel you can let your guard
down completely? Obvious comments about lo-fi-ness (which by the way is
an arbitrary means to measure honesty) aside- they're just dirty,
pointless and immature enough that it's possible to take their sweet
stuff without making a face).
I'm having trouble sleeping and it makes me loopy.
But I'm back to front by nature so it goes unnoticed.
That is all. That's the update.
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