Hello internet
In light of us being such chums this week (I feel like I can bare my soul to you), I shall now divulge some guilty pleasures. Gasp.
1. elginpark.com - Dreamy music from Michael Andrews, creator of the Donnie Darko and Me and You soundtracks.
2. Elyse Sewell's Livejournal - Elyse was in America's Next Top Model Cycle 1. I wanted her to win because she was so obviously smart and witty, like her LJ.
3. Oh Froz Fruit, boon of my summer existence - Just now I bought two of every kind - coconut, pina colada, melon, watermelon... Glorious!
4. Hashbrowns in a McDonald's Sausage and Egg McGriddle - Take McGriddle, open, insert hashbrown in between, reassemble. Inspired by burger with hashbrown from Ateneo foodstall.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Monday, July 18, 2005
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I saw Me and You and Everyone We Know last week at BAM after a quick stop at a Coldstone tucked into a corner of the Atlantic Mall.
I went into the theater having read a glowing review in Filmmaker so I had really high hopes for the movie. Miranda July is a multimedia artist and this is her first feature film. It came out of a screenwriters lab and a directors lab at Sundance and won numerous prizes at Cannes and Sundance.
Well, okay, before I'd read that Filmmaker Review and Feature, my cousins and I found ourselves in front of the IFC Center one Sunday night. A friend had dropped us off there prematurely because we had all feared going too far towards the direction of the Holland Tunnel and ending up in New Jersey where said friend lived. Me and You was playing. A week after, July's picture is on the cover of at least two magazines and the movie is mentioned in Flavorpill, a weekly email mag I subscribe to. It was like a collective message to go see the movie.
So I finally did. Movies written, directed and starred in by the same person always make me leery (hello, Vincent Gallo). I thought of it as extreme narcissism. On my way out of the movie theater, a guy gave his friend his one-sentence review, "Bad writing, bad acting, bad directing."
I liked it though. It's not going to be a classic. There are parts that make me cringe. Some scenes don't quite blend into the next one. And yet, I still think about the movie a week after seeing it. It has a plethora of beautiful images. The storyline is relatable. The characters are well thought out and endearing. I thought the actors really fit their roles, especially the 6-year-old kid who plays a 7-year-old (Listen to this priceless snippet of Brandon giving Miranda advice).
I think one of the reasons I like it is that it started out as a pet project, that turned into a script in a workshop, and then into a real movie. Suddenly, July finds herself with a producer, auditioning for actors, with 50 set people working to make her movie, being whisked off to other countries to receive awards and give interviews, getting hair and make-up done for shoots and whatnot. Yes, it's all very rags-to-riches romantic. I just like how I feel like all the people who worked on the movie gave it their all. I like how it's so heartfelt.
And in defense of the written-directed-acted-in aspect, I think all of us need validation. We all engage in self-affirming activities (hello blog). And if our self-affirmations create products that bring forth emotions from other people, then so be it.
Upcoming movies that may or may not be heartfelt as well: The Talent Given Us. Mirrormask - You have to watch this clip. From neva. Rent. The Baxter. March of the Penguins looks interesting in a documentary-of-migratory-birds way. Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs is currently shooting. Whew. More to come.
By the way, the Me and You soundtrack is awesome. In a check-it-out-right-now way. Yeah, if I had money, I'd buy it. After Songs for Silverman.
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Two more of GMA's Cabinet members resigned. If Gloria quits, who's going to replace her, Noli de Castro? Anyway, I'm one to comment. I'm usually apathetic; it's sad.
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It's funny how the first two letters of BOYS and BOLLOCKS are exactly the same. I'm going to sleep.
I saw Me and You and Everyone We Know last week at BAM after a quick stop at a Coldstone tucked into a corner of the Atlantic Mall.
I went into the theater having read a glowing review in Filmmaker so I had really high hopes for the movie. Miranda July is a multimedia artist and this is her first feature film. It came out of a screenwriters lab and a directors lab at Sundance and won numerous prizes at Cannes and Sundance.
Well, okay, before I'd read that Filmmaker Review and Feature, my cousins and I found ourselves in front of the IFC Center one Sunday night. A friend had dropped us off there prematurely because we had all feared going too far towards the direction of the Holland Tunnel and ending up in New Jersey where said friend lived. Me and You was playing. A week after, July's picture is on the cover of at least two magazines and the movie is mentioned in Flavorpill, a weekly email mag I subscribe to. It was like a collective message to go see the movie.
So I finally did. Movies written, directed and starred in by the same person always make me leery (hello, Vincent Gallo). I thought of it as extreme narcissism. On my way out of the movie theater, a guy gave his friend his one-sentence review, "Bad writing, bad acting, bad directing."
I liked it though. It's not going to be a classic. There are parts that make me cringe. Some scenes don't quite blend into the next one. And yet, I still think about the movie a week after seeing it. It has a plethora of beautiful images. The storyline is relatable. The characters are well thought out and endearing. I thought the actors really fit their roles, especially the 6-year-old kid who plays a 7-year-old (Listen to this priceless snippet of Brandon giving Miranda advice).
I think one of the reasons I like it is that it started out as a pet project, that turned into a script in a workshop, and then into a real movie. Suddenly, July finds herself with a producer, auditioning for actors, with 50 set people working to make her movie, being whisked off to other countries to receive awards and give interviews, getting hair and make-up done for shoots and whatnot. Yes, it's all very rags-to-riches romantic. I just like how I feel like all the people who worked on the movie gave it their all. I like how it's so heartfelt.
And in defense of the written-directed-acted-in aspect, I think all of us need validation. We all engage in self-affirming activities (hello blog). And if our self-affirmations create products that bring forth emotions from other people, then so be it.
Upcoming movies that may or may not be heartfelt as well: The Talent Given Us. Mirrormask - You have to watch this clip. From neva. Rent. The Baxter. March of the Penguins looks interesting in a documentary-of-migratory-birds way. Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs is currently shooting. Whew. More to come.
By the way, the Me and You soundtrack is awesome. In a check-it-out-right-now way. Yeah, if I had money, I'd buy it. After Songs for Silverman.
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Two more of GMA's Cabinet members resigned. If Gloria quits, who's going to replace her, Noli de Castro? Anyway, I'm one to comment. I'm usually apathetic; it's sad.
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It's funny how the first two letters of BOYS and BOLLOCKS are exactly the same. I'm going to sleep.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
I'm missing you like hurricanes
You know how it is. You had a bad day at work. Your nerves are frayed because you're addicted to coffee. You know you should quit, but you'll never get through the day without it. You feel like you're going to have a heart attack at 25. Maybe this is a sign from God that I should quit my job, you say. But you don't think God would want you to go hungry or leave bills unpaid, either. You're feeling too angst-ridden lately, like a bad emo anthem.
Well, with friends like these, it doesn't really matter how shitty your day was.
My friends have serious shit-blocking powers via emails and a heartwarming blog entry that circumnavigate the world and hit the spot.
Drey, whom I met in high school and have been friends with for over ten years, is in Japan exploring possibilities. If you think that sounds kick-ass, well, you're right because she is.
Bodge, who made college so much better, quit her corporate job and went to med school. She is so freakishly cool, you forget she has an insanely huge heart.
Girls, I wish I had your guts and your admirable conviction. Not to mention your stunning good looks. Hello!
I miss you so.
You know how it is. You had a bad day at work. Your nerves are frayed because you're addicted to coffee. You know you should quit, but you'll never get through the day without it. You feel like you're going to have a heart attack at 25. Maybe this is a sign from God that I should quit my job, you say. But you don't think God would want you to go hungry or leave bills unpaid, either. You're feeling too angst-ridden lately, like a bad emo anthem.
Well, with friends like these, it doesn't really matter how shitty your day was.
My friends have serious shit-blocking powers via emails and a heartwarming blog entry that circumnavigate the world and hit the spot.
Drey, whom I met in high school and have been friends with for over ten years, is in Japan exploring possibilities. If you think that sounds kick-ass, well, you're right because she is.
Bodge, who made college so much better, quit her corporate job and went to med school. She is so freakishly cool, you forget she has an insanely huge heart.
Girls, I wish I had your guts and your admirable conviction. Not to mention your stunning good looks. Hello!
I miss you so.
Thursday, July 7, 2005
Wednesday, July 6, 2005
Okay, fine
So I woke up Thursday feeling fine and dandy as I had the day off, took a long train ride to La Guardia, and got dropped off at the wrong terminal. You can hardly blame me, it's very confusing. Deep in my heart of hearts I know I should have insisted that the cabbie bring me back to Terminal B. Instead I got off at C, frantic that Deo was all alone at some gate in the middle of a bustling airport terminal, and after much hand-wringing and brow-furrowing, caught a bus to B, where I found Deo alive and unharmed. Then we had dinner at my fave resto.
Friday, we went to Ground Zero, Battery Park, the Met, MOMA, Guggenheim, had dinner with my cousin, and watched Avenue Q. Made pretty good time seeing as we walked/took the train everywhere and I am not handy with maps. But. As Deo put it, it's impossible to get lost. Yeah, only idiots like me do. Avenue Q is still spectacular the second time around. I was disappointed that a noticeably thinner Asian girl played Christmas Eve, but she was very good.
Saturday, we took a three-hour train ride to Montauk! Inspired by curiosity brought about by repeated viewings of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It's not that bad. It's a bit cold on the train so if you plan to do this, bring outerwear of some kind. Montauk is the last stop on the L.I.R.R. The plan was to go to the Montauk Point Lighthouse on the tip of the island. Obviously, it looks a little different in the movie by virtue of the absence of snow and conversely, the presence of hordes of pale people staking out their own little spot on the sand. We took a cab/van that smelled of algae, driven by a tour guide kind of guy with a slight Midwestern accent, with ten other people. The lighthouse itself is picture perfect. It used to be surrounded by a lot more solid ground but water erroded most of the soil and it is in danger of literally being swept out to sea, the Atlantic Ocean in this case. However, a local woman rallied to save the lighthouse and boulders have been lined up to form a sea wall and the slope has been reshaped to look like the Banaue rice terraces. The tower itself, probably visible from Connecticutt and Rhode Island, is lit by a 40-watt bulb. It has 137 steep steps, and I have the bruises to prove it. We had lunch at a restaurant where an aggressive seagull was hanging out. On the way home, we dropped by the Amagansett Farmer's Market to visit friends and their 9-month-old baby, whom we took out to dinner when she was a mere 11 days old.
Sunday, I met Deo at the Met and we went to St. Patrick's, Rockefeller, Times Square and the Empire State observatory. We chuckled at the Skyride people enticing everyone to pay twice as much to get into the building to go on their motion-simulation ride before they closed the Empire State. No thank you, we will gladly stand in line for two hours, thank you very much. And none of those audio guides or pictures taken against drab backgrounds. The bare essentials, that's it. Besides, we were standing in line with a group of old ladies who had already made my day. The observatory did not disappoint. Afterwards, we met up with the cousins and a friend and stood in line for another hour to have dessert.
Monday, I brought Deo to the airport, took the bus all alone to Queens Mall, met up with cousins, and went bowling. I rarely go bowling as I tend to embarrass myself with the little dances that I have to do as the ball makes its way down the lane. These have no proven effects on the ball's path, but I feel as if they do. I did so enjoy the game, which may have been the most physical exertion I've had since the last snowstorm. Afterwards, we went on the Dance Dance Revolution machine in the arcade, where I met a really cute guy. His name was Daniel and he said I had to pump the gas pedal twice for the nitrous. He challenged - and beat - me on the Malibu racetrack, where I must have died about ten times. He also beat my cousin. He said he worked there and came to the bowling lanes every day. He was very cute, except that he had to ask his Dad for a dollar several times, which sort of cramped his style. He also hit my cousin and I for quarters. Well, I guess when you're seven you don't really have that much disposable income.
On the way home, the fireworks started as my train was passing over the bridge. It lasted about a minute before the train went under the tunnel. It made a very nice ending to my very nice week-end.
It was nice having Deo around. I wish we could have gone to see a lot more places or just sat at the Met for a longer time. Deo is my shmartypants friend who, when we were 15, said that if the dorm burned down, he'd save his thesis. He works with crystals, which seems mystical, except that they're protein crystals, and therefore require a certain kind of genius.
It's 11 p.m., so I guess I'll watch Safe instead of Das Boot.
So I woke up Thursday feeling fine and dandy as I had the day off, took a long train ride to La Guardia, and got dropped off at the wrong terminal. You can hardly blame me, it's very confusing. Deep in my heart of hearts I know I should have insisted that the cabbie bring me back to Terminal B. Instead I got off at C, frantic that Deo was all alone at some gate in the middle of a bustling airport terminal, and after much hand-wringing and brow-furrowing, caught a bus to B, where I found Deo alive and unharmed. Then we had dinner at my fave resto.
Friday, we went to Ground Zero, Battery Park, the Met, MOMA, Guggenheim, had dinner with my cousin, and watched Avenue Q. Made pretty good time seeing as we walked/took the train everywhere and I am not handy with maps. But. As Deo put it, it's impossible to get lost. Yeah, only idiots like me do. Avenue Q is still spectacular the second time around. I was disappointed that a noticeably thinner Asian girl played Christmas Eve, but she was very good.
Saturday, we took a three-hour train ride to Montauk! Inspired by curiosity brought about by repeated viewings of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It's not that bad. It's a bit cold on the train so if you plan to do this, bring outerwear of some kind. Montauk is the last stop on the L.I.R.R. The plan was to go to the Montauk Point Lighthouse on the tip of the island. Obviously, it looks a little different in the movie by virtue of the absence of snow and conversely, the presence of hordes of pale people staking out their own little spot on the sand. We took a cab/van that smelled of algae, driven by a tour guide kind of guy with a slight Midwestern accent, with ten other people. The lighthouse itself is picture perfect. It used to be surrounded by a lot more solid ground but water erroded most of the soil and it is in danger of literally being swept out to sea, the Atlantic Ocean in this case. However, a local woman rallied to save the lighthouse and boulders have been lined up to form a sea wall and the slope has been reshaped to look like the Banaue rice terraces. The tower itself, probably visible from Connecticutt and Rhode Island, is lit by a 40-watt bulb. It has 137 steep steps, and I have the bruises to prove it. We had lunch at a restaurant where an aggressive seagull was hanging out. On the way home, we dropped by the Amagansett Farmer's Market to visit friends and their 9-month-old baby, whom we took out to dinner when she was a mere 11 days old.
Sunday, I met Deo at the Met and we went to St. Patrick's, Rockefeller, Times Square and the Empire State observatory. We chuckled at the Skyride people enticing everyone to pay twice as much to get into the building to go on their motion-simulation ride before they closed the Empire State. No thank you, we will gladly stand in line for two hours, thank you very much. And none of those audio guides or pictures taken against drab backgrounds. The bare essentials, that's it. Besides, we were standing in line with a group of old ladies who had already made my day. The observatory did not disappoint. Afterwards, we met up with the cousins and a friend and stood in line for another hour to have dessert.
Monday, I brought Deo to the airport, took the bus all alone to Queens Mall, met up with cousins, and went bowling. I rarely go bowling as I tend to embarrass myself with the little dances that I have to do as the ball makes its way down the lane. These have no proven effects on the ball's path, but I feel as if they do. I did so enjoy the game, which may have been the most physical exertion I've had since the last snowstorm. Afterwards, we went on the Dance Dance Revolution machine in the arcade, where I met a really cute guy. His name was Daniel and he said I had to pump the gas pedal twice for the nitrous. He challenged - and beat - me on the Malibu racetrack, where I must have died about ten times. He also beat my cousin. He said he worked there and came to the bowling lanes every day. He was very cute, except that he had to ask his Dad for a dollar several times, which sort of cramped his style. He also hit my cousin and I for quarters. Well, I guess when you're seven you don't really have that much disposable income.
On the way home, the fireworks started as my train was passing over the bridge. It lasted about a minute before the train went under the tunnel. It made a very nice ending to my very nice week-end.
It was nice having Deo around. I wish we could have gone to see a lot more places or just sat at the Met for a longer time. Deo is my shmartypants friend who, when we were 15, said that if the dorm burned down, he'd save his thesis. He works with crystals, which seems mystical, except that they're protein crystals, and therefore require a certain kind of genius.
It's 11 p.m., so I guess I'll watch Safe instead of Das Boot.
Tuesday, July 5, 2005
Riders on the right won't you help me
I was thinking maybe I could do such useful things as catch up on my movie backlog (films lent to me or rented that I need to watch for maximum turnover) or study for the GMAT that I might or might not take. Or maybe I can redesign my site or upload thousands of photos on flickr that I've still got on my camera. But no, I'd rather sit here and wander aimlessly through the internet.
In other news, Deo was in town for the week-end and we had a blast. Will post pictures, depending on procrastination levels tomorow.
In other other news, I will be posting posts with Beulah lyrics for titles for a significant amount of time.
I was thinking maybe I could do such useful things as catch up on my movie backlog (films lent to me or rented that I need to watch for maximum turnover) or study for the GMAT that I might or might not take. Or maybe I can redesign my site or upload thousands of photos on flickr that I've still got on my camera. But no, I'd rather sit here and wander aimlessly through the internet.
In other news, Deo was in town for the week-end and we had a blast. Will post pictures, depending on procrastination levels tomorow.
In other other news, I will be posting posts with Beulah lyrics for titles for a significant amount of time.
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