Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Monday, August 8, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
if you're feeling sinister
There's nothing like going to a New Year's party and running into an ex...that reports a conversation that he's just had with another another ex...
His parting words: "You're out of your fucking mind...but in the best possible way." What does that even mean?
Word. Happy New Year.
some self-portraits with a weird border that I don't understand.
i need techy help.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
happy finals
heidi: thanks for taking care of me
Labels:
Celebrations,
heidi,
the weekend,
things that are hard,
time
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
reasons not to date until you're over it...xx (you know what i mean)
today we had to talk about books we'd read outside of class... mine: The Third Policeman (which was absurd and delightful)
amelia immediately brought up this
clip...god love her
Labels:
body,
creep,
film,
i like,
irony,
kafkaesque,
literature,
read,
things that are perfect,
time,
woody allen
Sunday, November 21, 2010
FULL MOON IN TAURUS
-key phrase for an emotional weekend of purging, purging, purging, purging....
what to do when the veil is lifted and you realize that you haven't gone as far as you'd told yourself you'd gone? a visible gap reflecting what 'is'. what you don't have, the long strides you must take to get there, who's missed.....buzz kill
next week better be all....peace turkey
Labels:
astrology,
depression,
dream sequence,
nostalgia,
tears,
the moon,
time
Saturday, November 13, 2010
watching...
"Nothing sorts out memories from ordinary moments.
Later on they do claim remembrance when they show
their scars. That face he had seen was to be the only
peacetime image to survive the war. Had he really
seen it? Or had he invented that tender moment to
prop up the madness to come?"
-La Jetée
28 min. released february 1962.
writer/director: chris marker
are substantial memories so haunting because we need them to withstand
the weight of the meanings that are assigned? which images are real,
and which do you rely upon to get you through the day?
Labels:
Chris Marker,
death,
dream sequence,
film,
french,
memory,
nostalgia,
time,
war
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