November 19, 2001
Well. I promised RedStripe that I would continue updating my site. She's also linking to it. I now realize what the allusion she made to not worrying to much about surprising her meant. As usual we had our life direction questioning conversation punctuated by laughs, cigarettes, and Lone Stars (not to be confused with character of same name).
RedStripe will also be linking to my sight. The fact that someone else besides her might read my sight kind of freaks me out.
This weekend was good but busy. I went to see the Waxploitation/Blackploitation feature at the Alamo on Friday. Black Belt Jones was pretty funny. I also ran into one of my favorite people to run into. Sara was in my Sophomore German class. The next year, we ran into each other in the mattress store right before our Junior years. It was obvious that both of us had made the move out of the dorm. We were both buying beds. We also were both having the same awkward conversations with our fathers about how we needed full-sized versus twin-sized beds: "I just need a little more space these days." Since we would run into each other at parties, it was a favored anecdote of ours. Apparently she is returning soon to Ecuador to teach English. Pangs of wanderlust rushed through my body when I heard this.
I went to see Evolution of Woman on Saturday. The production was pretty funny. By far the food fight scene entertained me the most. I guess pie-in-the-face comedy appeals to me the most.
Yesterday I interviewed the best friend of the author I am profiling. That was interesting, if not intimidating. He has a nice home in West Austin complete with Lexus with Brown sticker out front. Later on I met up with he and the author at the Book Festival. Then, sound meeting for the animation feature that a co-worker asked me to help on. I probably won't have time to help very effectively, but it might be a good experience if I take the filmmaking course with RedStripe in January.
November 12, 2001
The Power of Forgetting
"I didn't say that." "When did I say that?" "Tell me one time I said that?!" Having a good memory is often not the key to having good relationships. I recall Kundera's Book of Laughter and Forgetting. Forgetting has a definite therapeutic effect. Pregnant women apparently forget the depth of pain they have during labor. They might recall being in pain, they may guilt children about it later on, but apparently cannot recall the specific episode (unconfirmed, I heard this on the radio). Actors can forge comebacks or people will continue to see movies with Keanu Reeves.
If I could forget things, I think I would carry less emotional baggage around. Forgetters seem happier. I can recall episodes in therapy that other people involved have forgotten entirely. And, of course, they can also deny.
LoneStar has been contradicting himself lots lately. "I think I want to see Modest Mouse instead of Built to Spill." One week later: "I think I might try to see Built to Spill." "I think that the military has no business being in our airports." One month later: "I think I'm going to join the Texas National Guard [the military in the airports]".
Well. I promised RedStripe that I would continue updating my site. She's also linking to it. I now realize what the allusion she made to not worrying to much about surprising her meant. As usual we had our life direction questioning conversation punctuated by laughs, cigarettes, and Lone Stars (not to be confused with character of same name).
RedStripe will also be linking to my sight. The fact that someone else besides her might read my sight kind of freaks me out.
This weekend was good but busy. I went to see the Waxploitation/Blackploitation feature at the Alamo on Friday. Black Belt Jones was pretty funny. I also ran into one of my favorite people to run into. Sara was in my Sophomore German class. The next year, we ran into each other in the mattress store right before our Junior years. It was obvious that both of us had made the move out of the dorm. We were both buying beds. We also were both having the same awkward conversations with our fathers about how we needed full-sized versus twin-sized beds: "I just need a little more space these days." Since we would run into each other at parties, it was a favored anecdote of ours. Apparently she is returning soon to Ecuador to teach English. Pangs of wanderlust rushed through my body when I heard this.
I went to see Evolution of Woman on Saturday. The production was pretty funny. By far the food fight scene entertained me the most. I guess pie-in-the-face comedy appeals to me the most.
Yesterday I interviewed the best friend of the author I am profiling. That was interesting, if not intimidating. He has a nice home in West Austin complete with Lexus with Brown sticker out front. Later on I met up with he and the author at the Book Festival. Then, sound meeting for the animation feature that a co-worker asked me to help on. I probably won't have time to help very effectively, but it might be a good experience if I take the filmmaking course with RedStripe in January.
November 12, 2001
The Power of Forgetting
"I didn't say that." "When did I say that?" "Tell me one time I said that?!" Having a good memory is often not the key to having good relationships. I recall Kundera's Book of Laughter and Forgetting. Forgetting has a definite therapeutic effect. Pregnant women apparently forget the depth of pain they have during labor. They might recall being in pain, they may guilt children about it later on, but apparently cannot recall the specific episode (unconfirmed, I heard this on the radio). Actors can forge comebacks or people will continue to see movies with Keanu Reeves.
If I could forget things, I think I would carry less emotional baggage around. Forgetters seem happier. I can recall episodes in therapy that other people involved have forgotten entirely. And, of course, they can also deny.
LoneStar has been contradicting himself lots lately. "I think I want to see Modest Mouse instead of Built to Spill." One week later: "I think I might try to see Built to Spill." "I think that the military has no business being in our airports." One month later: "I think I'm going to join the Texas National Guard [the military in the airports]".
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