A CHANGE IN ADDRESS

I have come to face the inevitable problem (nearly) every early twenty something slacker must face. And that is the possibility of moving back in with good old mom and dad. Without revealing too much baggage given to me by good old mom and dad, which I am forced to carry with me day in and day out, this is a hopeful move rather than a painful one.

The positive side to this weary decision is the fact that the money that slips from my possession month after month to a place that isn't really mine can now go to a wonderful trip. The destination is Italy. For about a month, I shall occupy a floor in the apartment in a good friend's flat in Italy whilst he attends grad school. After this month, we'll be free to go anywhere and everywhere. The plan is France, Germany, Denmark, Sweden, England, Scotland, Egypt(?), etc.

What this all boils down to is...

I need to get the fuck out of Albuquerque.

LYRICS

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!

1. i've been in the narrow slashes. velvet red and real as rashes. california's got me wanting more.
2. now look out. i took a record of pretty music. i went down and baby you can tell.
3. cold light. hot night. be my heater, be my lover. and we can do it to each other.
4. it's raining on me. i don't want it to stop. i don't want to breathe anymore.
5. so you're in a fix. bones brittle as sticks. who put your fire out? yes, you've been burned.
6. one drink. two drink. three drinks. four. she had that eyes i couldn't ignore.
7. noodles are the smell of denial that you will never grow up.
8. fed up with girls in pretty dresses. with boys who want to teach them a lesson.
9. oh dear. you better stay away from me. for fear. i'll tell you how i feel.
10. won't you please let me go. these words lie inside they hurt me so.
11. i can't deny what i've become. i'm just emotionally undone.
12. shoot to kill and leave. what good's a heart if it ain't on the scene. nobody knows. nobody sees.
13. young bones groan. and the rocks below say, "throw your skinny body down, son." but i'm going to meet the one i love.
14. you spurn my natural emotions. you make me feel i'm dirt, and i'm hurt.
15. one in louisianna. one who travels around. one of them mainly stays in heart-throb town.
16. i don't want a girl to fool around with. well i don't want just a girl just to ball. what i want is a girl that i care about or i want nothing at all.
17. standin on the corner. suitcase in my hand. jackie's in his coat. and janie's in her vest. and me i'm in a rock n' roll band.
18. i believe. i believe. i believe. i do believe. people get ready. there's a train coming. don't need no baggage. you just get on board.
19. come on skinny love. just last the year. pour a little salt, we were never here.
20. buy me an advent calendar. it seems the thought of days without you make me sadder.
21. curious talk at the fotomat. do you really think that you're all that?
22. too many teardrops for one heart to be crying.
23. though i'd like to be the girl for him. and cross the sea and land for him.
24. can you tell me about yourself? i am partial to life without. how long have you wanted this? how do i say this?
25. one too many go's. the measure of your worth. sick of wait and go.

SARCASM IN SCHOOL

And now, a response paper to an interview with Charles Burnett which I found in a box of crap in my room.

This was written about two years ago.

Charles Burnett is a pessimist.  The racial issues that plague our country along with the future direction of mainstream cinema appall him.  I do not hesitate to admit that I have fallen in love with Mr. Charles Burnett.  I know he is a bit older than I am, (he earned his college degree before my birth): what's more, he's married with children, but I believe these mere obstacles shall strengthen our bond and add a sense of eccentricity to our relationship.  We could even buy a dog together.  

Alright, so I really don't love Charlie (although I'm still interested in the dog).  I do happen to find his interview, The House Where I Live very fetching.  I agree with his opinions pertaining to film students of today, and yet, as a film student I too feel insulted.  Burnett says, "If you go to UCLA where everyone is 19 years old, has seen the same movies, and has the same background, you cannot learn anything from each other.  It is no wonder that the kids can only think of selling movies."  Does this mean Charlie thinks I'm after the almighty dollar?  I don't care about making a difference, or enlightening society through my art?  And yes, it is art.  This is turning into one messy love-hate relationship with this guy.

Not only does Charlie have a problem with the future filmmakers of America (me), but he also doesn't appreciate today's audience (again me).  "Well," says Charles, "the audience also makes things difficult because they accept movies with no substance."  He thing complains about how some children preferred Wayne's World and Addam's Family Values over a film with substance.  I have a problem with this, and I'm not talking about how dated those films are.  Yes, I do cringe every time my mother prefers to watch the most recent Lifetime melodrama rather than a French New Wave film, but I have to admit I watch my fair share of bad films.  It is not that I love to watch them, I've realized that it is much easier to watch a bad film that a good one.  Some of my favorite films are ones I have only seen a couple of times because they are extremely difficult to get through.  Why, exactly?  Well, I'm not sure.  That would be an entirely different paper altogether.  

With all the negatives, Charlie adds one more subject to the mix.  Although hard to accept, I take Charlie's words as warnings.  He says, "Everything is a money problem in this business," which saddens me.  Cinema is the most expensive art form.  Because of this, business triumphs over creativity.  Charlie even refers to it as a business rather than an art form.  He continues to talk about the people that are involved in the making of a film, and how the direction can change very easily if there's not a definite idea within the writer or director.  As an artist, the last thing I would want is for anyone to butcher my though and ideas, so they could make more money.  I refuse to hand over my soul to the man, although I could then afford The Wayne's World DVD box set.  No.  I mustn't do it.

Within these last words, I would like to thank Charles Burnett for all the advice he has given me.  I'm sorry things didn't work out between us, but maybe it's better this way.  We will part.  I'll meet someone who will love me for who I am, and respect me rather than judge what romantic comedy I watch to help me fall asleep at night.  I will take the memories of Killer of Sheep, and will hopefully develop as a filmmaker.  And one day, Charlie, I'll live up to your caliber.  

DOLLAR THEATER GEMS

For those of us who are not wealthy enough to attend fancy movie theaters,
the cheaper, less attractive choice of the dollar theater shall suffice.
Tonight's gem was How To Lose Friends & Alienate People.

The initial interest sparked from Simon Pegg.  Not only is he hilarious, 

but he resembles Stuart Murdoch.  Shaun of the Dead is such a great movie.  

And although Hot Fuzz wasn't as funny, it still had its moments.

Sorry Simon, these last two movies are not up to par.  I'm quite disappointed.

So, I'll sigh, sip on my diet coke, eat my stale popcorn, and enjoy what two

dollars will get me.