My final quarter...

has begun. All I gotta do is finish my thesis (which is almost done) and learn about the long poem (our class is about called "The North American Long Poem" I think).
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Wow. Then I'm done with my MA, done with Western, and off to Las Cruces...
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The wedding is approaching. I'm excited.
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Dave. Again, I apologize. I'm sad about missing Pelican.
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Till next time...

I don't care what anyone says...

Watchmen was pimp!

Charlie Kuafman please zip up your pants

I just watched Synecdoche, New York. After waiting and waiting to see this, I was let down. There was so much stuff going on in this film that just didn't get anywhere. I'm not gonna go into it, but the alternate reality stuff was rad, and sort-of magic-realism, but didn't really do anything other than add cool points to the film. Nothing seems to ever be explored, except the inside of Kaden's head. Yes, maybe that's the point--the whole simulacra angle--a copy of a copy of a copy. But It got old, and old fast, just like the characters. I wanted something to hold onto and just felt frustrated. And where was Keener? She's the best part of any movie and she was non-existant...a ghost...ok, I get that that was the point of her character...nevermind.
I just feel like Kuafman, who is probably one of the only writers out there with auteur status, unzipped his pants and started masterbating--think nick cage in adaptation masterbating in the middle of the night. yes, kuafman, instead of writing just masterbated onto paper and then said, "hey, i'm gonna direct this one. just give me a good cast." He did have a god cast, problem is the film was more of an experiment in levels of narration and complicating narrative trajectory, and avoiding answers, rather than a film with any substance. Well, it had a lot of substance, but the viewer--me and you--only got a taste and never the full meal.
I'm kind of pissed.
I'm gonna watch Arrested Development.

Ah...the break...

I'm officially done with all the work for this quarter. I turned in my Almodovar paper at 12 noon exactly, just in time. It kept getting bigger, starting at ten and moving on up, till I turned in like 20 pages plus works cited. I think there's a good ten more pages in the paper, but not yet. It's good for now. I'm just glad to be done.
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I also printed up the newest addition of to the chapel of light. I got a little work to do. I'm not sure what I have to do will work...I'm gonna give it a shot, but I think the "film" aspect is only gonna obstruct what's going on with the narrative. I'm gonna give it a shot anyway. We'll see. First things first...table of contents...I know that sounds easy, but it's not, 'cause I need title for that. Right now I don't have any.
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Right now I'm watching Little Children. That movie is good.
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I've been listening to the Crystal Skulls a lot lately. Man, I'm glad I saw them before they disbanded. It's funny 'cause the guitar player was in a band caleb and I were obsessed with called Faux Pas (a really mathy-sort of sunny day-esq rock band...) God they were good! That turned into The Dance Imperative. A straight up rock/indie sound, and catchier pop vocals. They were good too. Then they broke up. Then the singer joined the Crystal Skulls. I need to find those CDs. They're good.
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This part of Little Children is fucked up.
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OK. I'm gonna start working on that table of contents.

So...

I had plans to write a bunch. I was gonna write about Vegas, MFA stuff, the braille tapes, wedding stuff, and on and on. But I keep putting it off.
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I'm moving to Las Cruces, New Mexico. MFA in Poetry. Mmm. I've been walking to work and freezing my ass off. I think when I finally decided on New Mexico, I was thinking about the heat. Plus I had just shaved my beard. Cold.
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The braille tapes played our last bar show. It was fun. I'm gonna miss playing.
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OK. that's all for now. I promise to write again, soon...I know I'm really only talking to Dave and Em and a few others...but hey, maybe you're reading this and I don't know you, or I don't know you're reading this. In that case...hey, how are you.
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Later...