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Tue, 28 May 2013 13:40:04 -0400

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my first love....errrr...car...

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 22:07:07 -0500

tomorrow, i’ll see my first love for the last time. the one who held my hand for the first time. the one who guided me through relationships. the one who took me to coffee shops in the morning to wake up, in the afternoon to work, in the evening to converse. the one whom i sat with for countless nights, discontent as a teenager in the dimly lit streets of the suburbs. the one who carried me to safety from the storms. the one who would sit with me on new years eve when there was no one else. the one who let my hair feel the wind and my shouts ring through the freeway air. the one who heard so many tough conversations and never left. the one who carried me away from loneliness. the one who became my home when i didn’t know where else it could be. the one who gave me freedom and an identity. the one who helped me learn what community really means. the one who held all of my stuff as i moved. and moved. and moved. and moved. and moved. and moved. my consistency.

adventure in the midst of bore. joy in the midst of depression. grace as i learned to love. sharing my joys and laughter and fears and tears and excitement.

last tuesday, this one was hurt by an accident completely out of my control. i wasn’t hurt, thankfully, and this car collision didn’t look like that big of an event. but, as cliche as it sounds, i didn’t know how much this one meant to me until it was gone. when i got the call on yesterday that that was it, my car had been totaled, i went into business mode and started figuring out what actions i needed to take, what the insurance would take care of, what forms i needed to fill out, blahblahblahblahblah. then, thankfully in the midst of the most loving, caring, honest, gracious group of women i know, it hit me, accompanied by a whole load of tears. i loved this car. i didn’t know how much of my self was tied up in this big pile of metal. it had been a huge part of who i was. and yeah, it’s just a car. i know. i’ll get a new one. i know. i’m lucky in that. but there was something about all that i had experienced with this car and all that i had grown with this car. it was just being taken away from me. i’d always expected it to keep going until finally it couldn’t go anymore. then i would get to say a proper goodbye. but someone else decided that it was time. that i couldn’t have it anymore. that it’s damage would cost more than its worth. i wanted to tell bob at the repair shop that it was worth more than he knew. more than he could write me an insurance check for. but really, what would that do? nothing. it was gone. tomorrow i will go pick up the pieces of my life that i had left behind in it and say goodbye.

i’m sure this is just the next step in growing up. seems like i’ve left behind nearly everything else that defined me in my youth: houses, cities, places, clothes, guitars, old friends, singledom. a part of me knows that it’s time. time for me to move on and move into the next breath of my life. but it almost feels too soon.

so maybe i’m over-dramatizing this. and given, i’m still processing. but different things are different big-ness to different people and i’m not gonna be ashamed for spending a night bawling in the arms of the one i love about my pronounced-dead car. i care about this thing. so dammit, i’m gonna be as upset as i need to be and you can’t tell me that it’s not valid. it is. i am. this is what i feel. don’t tell me not to cry. to calm it down. not to be so extreme. to be reasonable. i am an emotional creature.

and because music helps me process, i will now go make a sentimental car playlist, full of cheese and beach boys songs. but the one that comes to mind first is by a family favorite, nanci griffith, called “ford econoline”: a song about a woman who finds freedom through this ford econoline. so i’ll allow these last lyrics to rush over me and speak truth and hope to me. and though i don’t hope i get a coupe deville, i know that once i get my next car, i’ll sing these lines about me and my lovely little honda:

“she drives a coupe deville but her heart rides still in that ford econoline.”

"It’s amazing how peacefully we can set our stage when we call on all our hands. They’ve got the grip..."

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 11:13:21 -0500

“It’s amazing how peacefully we can set our stage when we call on all our hands. They’ve got the grip we’ve been missing.”

- Pondering Pool

Cat nap time.

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 18:07:27 -0400

Cat nap time.

I love you, kitten. (Taken with Instagram)

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 18:26:34 -0400

I love you, kitten. (Taken with Instagram)

Sunday mornings home alone #gourmetbreakfast #youremissingout...

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 10:07:55 -0400

Sunday mornings home alone #gourmetbreakfast #youremissingout (Taken with Instagram)

“if time is money, then i’ll spend it all for you. i will...

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 21:09:47 -0400

“if time is money, then i’ll spend it all for you. i will buy you flowers with the minutes we outgrew. i’ll turn hours into gardens, planted just for us to tame. i’ll be reckless with my days, building castles in your name.”

"we women have lived too much with closure: ‘if he notices me, if i marry him, if i get into..."

Thu, 06 Sep 2012 00:06:49 -0400

“we women have lived too much with closure: ‘if he notices me, if i marry him, if i get into college, if i get this work accepted, if i get that job’ - there always seems to loom the possibility of something being over, settled, sweepingg clear the way for contentment. this is the delusion of a passive life. when the hope for closure is abandoned, whine there is an end to fantasy, adventure for women will begin. endings - the kind austen tacked onto her novels - are for romance or for daydreams, but not for life. one hands in the long worked on manuscript only to find that another struggle begins. one gets a job to find new worries previous unimagined. one achieves fame only to discover its profound price. somehow men have known this, but women rarely, i at all. but with the coming of age can come such knowledge. sometimes, as with woolf, or anne sexton, or others we have all dow, it can lead to the trough of despair and to the sense of life as without value, or at least of oneself as without the necessary courage or desire. but most often, particularly with the support of other women, the coming of age portends all the freedoms men have always known and women never - mostly the freedom from fulfilling the needs of others and from being a female impersonator.”

- carolyn g. heilbrun, writing a woman’s life

"and i said to him, are there answers to all of this? and he said, the answer is in a story and the..."

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 09:52:05 -0400

“

and i said to him, are there answers to all of this?
and he said, the answer is in a story and the story is being told
and i said, but there’s so much pain
and he answered, pain will happen
and i said, will i ever find meaning?
and he said, you will find meaning where you give meaning

the answer is in a story and the story is unfolding
the question is not where but how
the question is never finished or exhausted
and the question’s in the asking not the answer

the answer’s in the breathing of the question
in the love of holding onto what was never whispered, never seen
but what we dreamed of in the morning
then forgot while venus crept around the nighttime of our sleeping

the answer is in the living not the knowing
the answer’s in the telling of the story
in the half-forgotten memory and all unfinished stories

the answer’s in the showing time of senses
the answer’s in the question, in the learning
in the faded page of writing
in the letters sent to lovers
in the paying for the other

the answer is the generous, is the truthing
the absolutely truthful anger
and forgiving is the giving of what you don’t deserve
it’s what is served because you’re hungry
even though you may not know it

the answer is in the living and the dying
in the trying for redemption on an empty hill of crosses
it’s the shoring up of hope and the gathering of losses
it’s the looking for companions in the hills and in the glens
it’s the waking up and walking up and starting up again

the answer’s in the living and the trying
and i said to the wise man, what is the answer to all of this?
he said, the answer is in the story and the story is just unfolding.

”

- Pádraig O’Tuama

Vertov on film

Sat, 16 Jun 2012 17:19:30 -0400

Vertov on film

“one good idea could cost you thousands of your days but...

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 12:21:18 -0400

“one good idea could cost you thousands of your days

but it’s just time that you’d be spending anyway

you have no choice, you have to pay time’s price

but you can use the price to buy you something nice

so i’ve decided recently to try to trade more decently”

my summer song.

"We are all in danger now and have a new everything to face, and there is no point gathering an..."

Thu, 24 May 2012 18:51:49 -0400

“We are all in danger now and have a new everything to face, and there is no point gathering an audience and demanding its attention unless you have something to say that is important and constructive.”

- Anne lamont, bird by bird

Some mornings you just need to drink tea out of a creepy face...

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 10:35:53 -0400

Some mornings you just need to drink tea out of a creepy face mug, ya know? (Taken with instagram)

Feist! Feist! Feist! (Taken with instagram)

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 22:03:29 -0400

Feist! Feist! Feist! (Taken with instagram)

This is happening. Shake and bake. (Taken with instagram)

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 21:48:38 -0400

This is happening. Shake and bake. (Taken with instagram)

So close. (Taken with instagram)

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 19:25:46 -0400

So close. (Taken with instagram)

Interview with Walter Murch, inspiring a night of editing

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 21:14:46 -0400

Interview with Walter Murch, inspiring a night of editing:

”It’s very similar to gunslinging,” says Murch. “That’s the reason I stand when I edit — I’m fully engaged in my body.” It’s an inspired notion — the physical answer to what is, in many ways, the most cerebral element of filmmaking.

"Because he lives, I can face tomorrow Because he lives, all fear is gone Because I know he holds the..."

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 11:10:48 -0400

“Because he lives, I can face tomorrow
Because he lives, all fear is gone
Because I know he holds the future
And life is worth the living just because he lives”

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence..."

Sat, 07 Apr 2012 13:01:10 -0400

“

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

”

- W.H. Auden

SXSW 2012: Film Day 1

Sun, 18 Mar 2012 15:48:24 -0400

I’m two hours back into schoolwork and my brain isn’t ready for this. so i decided to distract myself with sxsw blogging. one can only research the implications from the music of an italian neorealist film about the algerian revolution for so long, right? so, until i dig deep in myself to find motivation for school, and before i the cinematic and musical experiences disappear from my brain, i must write. First, film.

Trash Dance: ‘twas my first film of sxsw. and what a wonderful way to start off the week. i remember seeing portions of this film fall of freshman year in one of the boring, intro film classes. this was one of two lectures that i actually stayed completely mentally alert for. they were the two documentary lectures. clearly, this is what i love. all that to say, it’s been a long time coming. i’ve been excited to see this for a while. it’s made by an rtf professor, andrew garrison, who teaches the east austin stories class that i’m eagerly anticipating for next spring probably. there were so many beautiful aspets about this film. it was a pretty traditional set up for a storyline: following the process of putting on a performance. but it’s not just any performance and they’re not just any performers. these people are hard workers. not who you would traditionally pick to be involved in a dance performance. and they were very suspicious of their own involvement in this undertaking. but the arc of this movie was beautiful. by the end, everyone came around, put on a beautiful performance and showed the audience of the performance and the film that beauty and grace can be found anywhere. since this was the world premiere of the film, the entire cast of the film was present and it was so clear how involved each and every person was in the film, both physically and emotionally. this was a story that really matters to people. those are the stories that need to be told. stories of people and beauty and grace and joy and redemption. check it out at trashdancemovie.com

Degenerate Art: after i saw that wonderfully inspirational film, i saw degenerate art. the trailer made it look like it might be really interesting. there were some beautiful shots i then trailer and i could definitely see the potential for something really intriguing. but this was not. to summarize the entire film: pipes are cool, nobody knows about them, they’re art not paraphernalia, they should be celebrated. there was no emotional involvement in the story. and there easily could have been. i remember this moment where a pipe maker was talking about how his young daughter had to be a part of the dare program against drug use at school. police officers were telling her that these things were bad and she came ome that day and saw all the pipes on her dad’s wall. the pipe maker talked about how his little girl has to deal with and try to understand this tension that they live in. now that’s a story. i wish that’s what the whole film had been about. but alas, it wasn’t. if you’re interested, check it out here (http://www.degenerateartfilm.com/), but i don’t recommend it.

Girl Walk//All Day: i finished my first day of sxsw off with this film. in my journal, after i finish the film, i write a little summary of my first impressions of the film. all i wrote for this was “fun! fun! fun!” i didn’t know what i was getting myself into. the film is a flash mob, dance music video of 3 characters dancing through new york, set to the girl talk album “all day.” the filmmaker and some of the cast was in the audience, and after the usual no talking, no photography, no texting, no tweeting warning, they screamed out, “NO! IT’S NOT TRUE! TALK! TWEET! THAT’S BULL SH*T!” there’s not way to describe this experience. i’m sorry if you didn’t get to experience this film this week. i don’t know if it’ll happen any other time. there was a massive dance party after the film ended. there was mid-film dancing. the entire film’s online, and if you ever have a couple hours free, please watch it. and today, if you need a bit of joy in your so-tired-after-sxsw day, watch this:

i should probably get back to some for-school writing now, so i’ll finish this film update later. but now, enjoy your day back in the real world.