If you have any doubt who is the best James Bond, let
Roger Moore's eyebrows of fun! charm your Connery-loving pants off. I dare you.
"the deadliest bullshit is odorless and transparent" - William Gibson
If you have any doubt who is the best James Bond, let
In the Monday NYT, the folks at adbusters are running a full page ad for their Unbrand America campaign. Even though i cancelled my subscription to adbusters early this year, i still have their corporate logo version of the the American flag hanging in my bedroom.
Fuck the FCC, Fuck Michael Powell, Fuck Parents Television Council, Fuck Sam Brownback, Fuck Elizabeth Dole, Fuck John Edwards, Fuck John Kerry, Fuck Infinity Broadcasting, and Fuck John Winthrop and the rest of the puritans while we're at it.
For father's day, i got my dad a dvd on Extreme Ironing.
i have a little present for all of you techno-fetishists that are fascinated by my proximity to "robots".
I was trying to find a cetain painting byJasper Johns and i came across this great quote about art.
article from Cincom re: Improvisation.
Intersting documentary on the biz lessons of Don Quixote making the rounds on PBS. no sign of it on the UNC station though.
My knee's been bad lately. well, not bad, just not much better than before surgery. I can ride the bike longer, and i don't pay as heavy a cost for doing too much the day before as prior to the most recent surgeries.
i started re-reading mamet's "on directing film" eventhough my roomate hid it from me, b/c he though mamet's influence was hampering our ability to write together. he might be right, but there were a few quotes i wanted to get right in my head as touchstones:
some art toughts:
flood.
Today i met an old friend and we drove out to a house down Old 86 and further down a long single lane gravel road. and there miles from nowhere we shot a 7ft long potato gun. we loaded the barrel full of rave extra hold hairspray and triggered the sparkplug and kaboom.
one of the first video things i remember doing was a project i did in 7th grade. i think it was for english class, but i definitely remember that it was a james bond movie and i was james bond. i remember that i killed a bad guy with a toliet paper dispenser and there was a confusing climactic fight scene in the woods that involved shots with fishing line suspending martial arts weapons in mid air.
finally.
There is a god.
I still sleep on the floor. It's been 4 weeks since surgery and i still sleep NEXT to my bed, like I'm my own shadow, my own drooling golden retriever. At least, I've advanced past using the polar care 3000 ice machine at nights, but i still sacrifice sleep and comfort to purchase the assurance that during the night i will not find a position which will cause me extra pain the next day. Am i being ridiculous? the scene from above sounds weak and pathetic instead of somehow resolute and spartan. i'm really afraid of the mornings when the cozy of bed plus the pain of my knee might make me sleep to long and feel so lethargic and unmotivated. perhaps that's the reason for ths continued mechanism. crikes.