Tuesday, September 28, 2010
NYFF 2010: Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives
Monday, September 20, 2010
beautiful bodies.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The Invention of Comics, Amiri Baraka.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Why I am taking African American Literature.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Steps, Frank O'Hara.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Meditations from a Boy, Meditations on a Boy.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
The City and the Pillar, Gore Vidal.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Summer Log (June-September), film and music.
06/18 - The Killer Inside Me (Michael Winterbottom) [IFC Center]
Erratical, Fanatical
Friday, May 28, 2010
2010 in film, so far.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Spirit Youth - The Depreciation Guild (out now on Kanine Records).
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Subiza - Delorean (out now digitally, in stores June 8th).

Monday, April 26, 2010
memory.

Lucky you can judge yourself in this water.
Lucky you can be purified over and over again.
Lucky there is the same cleanliness for everyone.
Lucky life is like that. Lucky life. Oh lucky life.
Oh lucky lucky life. Lucky life.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
the manipulation: or how I'll never be able to listen to Noah and the Whale the same again.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
The Function of Marxism in Jean-Luc Godard’s Masculin féminin (1966).


Thursday, April 15, 2010
rub down that set, son.
i see us all as lonely fires that have burned alive as long as we remember
but like all fireworks and all sunsets, we all burn in different ways
you are a fast explosion and i am the embers
and though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year,
but expire like a sudden falling star
that only nightingales had seen, before migrating to southern jungles
and in this way you will come find me in December
he said he'd like to move to Nashville to master the guitar
where he would live a single day the way i live a single year
covered his body in mud, went hunting for the sun
then went swimming in the lake of holy water
oh you are too hot for me, i am too slow for you
you are a fast explosion and i'm the embers
you need the one who slowly burns, and burns to stay alive
and in this way you will come find me in December
so let me hammer this point home
i see us all as lonely fires that have burned alive as long as we remember
but like all sacrificial virgins, we all burn in different ways
you are a fast explosion and i'm the embers
and though your flames are quicker than me, they will not last the year,
but expire like a sudden shooting star
that only nightingales had seen, before transforming into bluebirds
and in this way you will come find me in December
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
balancing acts abound.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
NJ Transit is the spawn of Satan.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I am the master of astronomy.
Monday, February 15, 2010
House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
First day of class, as a commuter.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sundance: A trip in photographs.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Nightmares and delusions of grandeur.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
The Facebook Stalker Manifesto.
It’s funny how these social networking sites, like Facebook, are supposed to help people keep in touch. I am not one of those people. I admittedly have a Facebook, but it helps me less with keeping in touch with people and more with stalking them.
This becomes problematic when the people I’m stalking know I’m stalking them. With new applications like “Profile Watcher”, anybody with a Facebook can find out who is looking at their profile. Is this information correct? Who knows, all I know is it makes me worried that people may know I’m looking at their profile or through their endlessly boring photo albums.
Or does it, really? I can’t say I’m really worried, because first of all not everyone adds these applications. Secondly, what do I care if my classmates from high school know how many times I go on their profile or through their pictures?
Finally, and most importantly, I actually do wonder what the people I stalk think. The people in non-question are people I do not see on a daily basis; the people in question are the people I do.