sarah polley’s new film looks and sounds right up my alley. i hope it comes out down here.
literally every time anyone posts about the show hannibal and refers to it by its title i think hannibal burress got a tv show a’la louie or maron and for that split second i get so excited but then i remember that there’s an nbc show with the same name and i get a little angry at the injustice that that’s the world i live in.
still find it a little hard to believe that jennifer lawrence’s performance in silver lining’s playbook is considered good, let alone oscar worthy. that whole movie is bap af
i’m not gonna write publicly/explicitly on this blog anymore. for those of you who might care about such a thing, if you want to follow what will be my more consistent writing blog, message me.
a nigga lost two followers following that screencap from killing of a chinese bookie, so like for sure at least two people were not grieved at all to hear of ben gazzara’s death last year.
In other news, Spring Breakers is a fucking fantastic film.
My parents freak out when they can’t open my bedroom door, which I don’t remember locking, which means they’re catching on. I don’t want to forget “the pain” or “the memories”, I just want to forget your number. I’m so weak it scares me, it doesn’t let me off the hook. But this is genuine, real, not self pity, which is why it’s so foreign and terrifying to me. This is an entirely different type of bludgeoning, and there was no amount of delusion that could’ve protected me from this. I am so “in my feelings” that it’s laughable to twenty year old me, but I doubt that fucker is even alive. If you think my music is sad, just wait till you hear it slowed and pitched down. It swallows. Relieves. My life is now in slow motion and its cliches are apparent to me. This post. These thoughts. This situation. The stuff of a shitty Greek play. I sink to the bottom and it’s nice here. I can’t breathe, but at least I’m thinking about that and not your conversations. How do people do this. How how how how how.
it’s a shame whenever i see vampire weekend derided for their ‘twee’ ‘indie’ status, because they actually make awesome pop music. “every time i see you in the world, you always step to my girl” is a brilliantly infectious turn of phrase.
Anonymous asked: Which do you like most - Death Grips, Clipping or Shabazz Palaces?
musically? shabazz palaces. then death grips (closely behind.) then clipping. (aun really fuck with clipping all that much. they’re alright, but i don’t find myself listening to them ever.) conceptually, i think death grips is the most fascinating group to emerge on the scene in years.
Anonymous asked: This might be a little embarrassing because you're younger than me, but you seem like an intelligent/cool/decent guy, but I dropped out of film school last year and now I'm going to college in a small city in California, the idea being I wanted to get a "real" college degree, but I hate my "real" college major, I hate my "real" college city with its overabundance of white bros who don't give a shit about beauty, art, or culture. What should I do man? Drop out? Sorry to get so heavy on you.
I’m really not the person to ask as I am staunchly adverse to schooling (shit blows) so I would tell you to drop the fuck out and follow your bliss or whatever, but according to my ex girlfriend and parents and teachers and other people who care about me, that’s terrible advice. I’m in serious conflict about this sort of thing myself. I’m also fucking 17, so take all of this with a grain of salt (one proportional to my life experience):
I don’t know whose money you’re blowing to go to college, but unless you have the means (and by ‘means’ i mean guap) to drop out and not put a burden on others, you should probably stick it out and pursue your art on the side. If you’re not gonna go the starving artist route, you’ll need a degree to live. Fucked up, but I’ve been told that’s the case. So get through college like you did high school and middle school before that. Your level of enjoyment will be determined by the motivation and artistic fulfillment you seek outside of it, as well as your ability to tolerate stupid people. But those white bros who don’t give a shit about beauty, art, and culture could very well eventually end up employing you, so hone your comedic skills by making fun of them to yourself or something.
It’s conflicting for me, but chances are, the world doesn’t need another 20-something dropout in search of themselves when there’s shit that needs to get done. So stay for now and try and find ways to stimulate yourself creatively. You’re in California, which has loads of cool shit going on. You may find you feel differently a couple months to maybe even a year from now. Takes time, but you’re probably young, and you’ll have time to figure that shit out, and I imagine taking that time is a whole lot less stressful if you’re enrolled somewhere, because at least it provides some semblance of structure. Mind you, you don’t have to listen to me. It’s your journey. Just know and be okay whatever decision you end up making.
To answer your other question, some favorite films of mine are Punch Drunk Love, Straw Dogs, Mulholland Drive, (check out this tag), my favorite director is PTA, favorite books are A Confederacy of Dunces, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, The Stranger, Breakfast of Champions, Siddhartha, some of my favorite authors are Junot Diaz, Kurt Vonnegut, John Kennedy Toole, Albert Camus.
forreal tho my selfie game would be a whole lot stronger if i had a laptop/webcam.
i don’t think there’s any lowkey way of letting you guys know that i’ve been out of a two year relationship for exactly two weeks now, so i’m just saying it. there. the split was mutual, but one of us is having a far less difficult time adjusting. (it’s not me.) wow, feeling like this sucks. and it’s not even because the familiar, creeping inertia of a long term relationship is now non-existent in my life, leaving this confused, absurdly wounded void. no, that’s somewhat expected. what’s really killing me is how immaturely i seem to be handling it. it’s almost as disappointing as the relationship ending itself. i wish i wasn’t so weak, so callow. i can rationalize all i want, but at my core i still feel these ridiculously childish things. how dare you try and move on before me. i’m not the one who was supposed to get hurt. i was the one dreading the relationship towards the end there.
it’s unsettling for me to be reminded that i have all the emotional maturity of a five year old. i’m not as post modern as i thought, you guys. i’m sorry. this is probably a bad time to go off my meds, too. i’m trying out this thing where i throw my hands up and see how much shit i can get everywhere instead of going to my classes. i’ll clean it up later. if i’m gonna implode, i might as well get it over with in one shot. i’ll just write a one act play about all of this, because i don’t know how to make anything that isn’t unabashedly solipsistic. that’ll get me over it. yeah.
Anonymous asked: Sometimes I'm tempted to call you pretentious, but really you're just a more intelligent and culturally sophisticated person than I am yet, and sometimes I am embarrassed by this because I am older than you. I have watched this blog for at least a year and it's almost alarming seeing how much you've progressed.
don’t worry, any ‘progress’ i’ve made has come at the cost of my academics, so the argument could be made that it’s not worth it/all for naught. however, why would it alarm you? people have their entire lives to enjoy art. it’s not as if you’re ‘behind’ or something. at the end of the day, i really ain’t shit and you can call me pretentious if that’s how you feel, there’s some basis for that. thank you, though.
Anonymous asked: Did you peep the Atoms for Peace joint?
YES. I enjoyed it. Nice companion to TKOL, and while I don’t like quite as much, it’s still cool. And that Ingenue video is wonderful.
Mike White actually managed to wrap up two seasons worth of incredible television on a perfect, disturbingly uplifting note. Wow. Another season of Enlightened would be great, of course, but I am totally fine with it ending the way it has. Wow wow wow.