all shall be well all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well julian of norwich
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
the creation of eretia from ethopia should have been a perfect post colonial solution, and although the violence has slowed down a bit, starvation and famine have increased to levels seen since the 80s.
what is left ?
what is left ?
Fox Movie Channel will discontinue the broadcast of the Charlie Chan mystery films. Originally restored to meet the requests of mystery fans and film preservation buffs, Fox Movie Channel scheduled these films in a showcase intended to illustrate the positive aspects of these movies such as the complex story lines/ characters and Charlie Chan's great intellect . . . However, Fox Movie Channel has been made aware that the Charlie Chan films may contain situations or depictions that are sensitive to some viewers. Fox Movie Channel realizes that these historic films were produced at a time where racial sensitivities were not as they are today. As a result of the public response to the airing of these films, Fox Movie Channel will remove them from the schedule. In the hope that this action will evoke discussion about the progress made in our modern, multicultural society, we invite you to please click CONTACT US to send us your thoughts on the matter.
from fox, via hit and run
there is no dispute that the charlie chan films are deeply racist, in the same way that gone with the wind was, that said, they are needed to remind us of the implications of our actions, the consquences of our history, and as a way to find how our intentions and actions have changed.
that, and even more difficultly, they are great movies, well acted and written, with brilliant pacing.
(i wonder if an asian scholar could use it as the equivlaent of blaxplotation, cf the blog charlie chans revenge)
seeing this smallville came on the television, and the whole exotic bordello cliches came through, in a poker game in an underground de facto opium den.
from fox, via hit and run
there is no dispute that the charlie chan films are deeply racist, in the same way that gone with the wind was, that said, they are needed to remind us of the implications of our actions, the consquences of our history, and as a way to find how our intentions and actions have changed.
that, and even more difficultly, they are great movies, well acted and written, with brilliant pacing.
(i wonder if an asian scholar could use it as the equivlaent of blaxplotation, cf the blog charlie chans revenge)
seeing this smallville came on the television, and the whole exotic bordello cliches came through, in a poker game in an underground de facto opium den.
johnny depp returns from peru with two pirahans and a vampire bat.
(you do not know how happy i am to write that sentence)
via gawker
(you do not know how happy i am to write that sentence)
via gawker
Cake and Neave make lego reproductions of famous art, mostly pop or conceptual, mostly stuff that is controversial when it was bought, think Carl Andres Bricks, Andy Warhols Flowers and most brilliantly of all
Damien Hirst's The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living
ie
the shark peice
from the minor fall the major lift
(its about the mocking specatacle and hype based art and arts reporting, BUT IT IS ALSO IN LEGO.
Damien Hirst's The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living
ie
the shark peice
from the minor fall the major lift
(its about the mocking specatacle and hype based art and arts reporting, BUT IT IS ALSO IN LEGO.
good music blog
the introduction is one of those indie hipster bitter things, but hey i am an indie hipster and i am bitter, so well you know.
the introduction is one of those indie hipster bitter things, but hey i am an indie hipster and i am bitter, so well you know.
frightening interference concerning the police and yale.
interesting b/c legitimate cause becomes powertripping and overkill.
also interesting because of the yale libraries security mesures
interesting b/c legitimate cause becomes powertripping and overkill.
also interesting because of the yale libraries security mesures
200 virgins in vegas. celebrating not fucking
why so much guilt about sex ?
why so much desire to cause ignorance ?
even masturbation, which seems the safest way to dislodge sexual tension, are viewed as suspect.
fear of the body ?
why so much guilt about sex ?
why so much desire to cause ignorance ?
even masturbation, which seems the safest way to dislodge sexual tension, are viewed as suspect.
fear of the body ?
yesterday was danielles birthday, and then seans.
i drank too much, ate too richly.
it was a night rife with symbolism and deeper meanings, and it was a night of congealing.
at the japanese resturant, after the meal, a slight of hand artist made things disappear, and reappear, joked and pattered and made his routine smooth and soft...
at the patio of a bar at the most expenisve hotel in the city, i encouraged danielles decadence, and mine as well. two cocktails, one bitter and one sweet, and creme brulee (the hard thick crust of sugar, the velvet of processed lavendar and oranges--seeing the couples spill out of the wedding next door into the formal gardens. seeing the rows and rows of city lights, like chinese terraces, -- hearing the dj playing hip hop, balladry, disco--smelling each other, pine, and a whiff of exhaust...
in the car dropping her off, a little drunk, the intimacy came quick and fast, i felt more comfortoble then i had since she left, and the ease seemed to last for the first time.
picking sean up, his father drunk and boisturus, talking smack and violence, each time a lull in the conversation, a cooler or a pitcher appeared, and we drank, more and more and more--we talked about my book, about god, about politics. the words came too quickly, i am still unsure if it was the liqour.
after the bar, walking back singing, collpasing into cool grass, stumbling,
dennys an ice cream sundae, i went to the car alone as the sun rose, and i puked, it came up quickly, and it came up coipously, i apologized over and over again, feeling awful, guilty to make a mess, ashamed of my lack of control, of my hedonism, of my inability to say no, of my taking advantage and of people cleaning up my messes.
got to bryans, and he put me in the bath, tucked me in, gave me a hug...he has taken the domiant role, and i have conceded it, but that scares me deeply.
thruout the evening it felt like a pack, it felt like a crew, it felt like prowling night time hunting, and another week where i go to bed at dawn and get up in the mid afternoon.
today, i slept, and read harry potter, and had a deeply upsetting conversation with jeff.
i drank too much, ate too richly.
it was a night rife with symbolism and deeper meanings, and it was a night of congealing.
at the japanese resturant, after the meal, a slight of hand artist made things disappear, and reappear, joked and pattered and made his routine smooth and soft...
at the patio of a bar at the most expenisve hotel in the city, i encouraged danielles decadence, and mine as well. two cocktails, one bitter and one sweet, and creme brulee (the hard thick crust of sugar, the velvet of processed lavendar and oranges--seeing the couples spill out of the wedding next door into the formal gardens. seeing the rows and rows of city lights, like chinese terraces, -- hearing the dj playing hip hop, balladry, disco--smelling each other, pine, and a whiff of exhaust...
in the car dropping her off, a little drunk, the intimacy came quick and fast, i felt more comfortoble then i had since she left, and the ease seemed to last for the first time.
picking sean up, his father drunk and boisturus, talking smack and violence, each time a lull in the conversation, a cooler or a pitcher appeared, and we drank, more and more and more--we talked about my book, about god, about politics. the words came too quickly, i am still unsure if it was the liqour.
after the bar, walking back singing, collpasing into cool grass, stumbling,
dennys an ice cream sundae, i went to the car alone as the sun rose, and i puked, it came up quickly, and it came up coipously, i apologized over and over again, feeling awful, guilty to make a mess, ashamed of my lack of control, of my hedonism, of my inability to say no, of my taking advantage and of people cleaning up my messes.
got to bryans, and he put me in the bath, tucked me in, gave me a hug...he has taken the domiant role, and i have conceded it, but that scares me deeply.
thruout the evening it felt like a pack, it felt like a crew, it felt like prowling night time hunting, and another week where i go to bed at dawn and get up in the mid afternoon.
today, i slept, and read harry potter, and had a deeply upsetting conversation with jeff.
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