Ramblings while on a slow suburban death.
Month: February 2014
The basic rules of romance novel writing is simple: The male should always be wealthy, stunningly handsome, driven with a purpose, prone to many mistresses and incapable of distinguishing between rape and forceing sex from a woman mouthing “NO!”. Once you understand these principles, the rest is as simple as filling in Mad Libs.
From the Oxford (MI) Film Festival.
During that phase of my life when I dabbled with fundie-style Christianity, I remember others lamenting the lack of faith-based films. Of course it was during this stage that I made several of my own films, although I aggressively went down the path of disjointed pathos, murder and decadence in stark black and white, reminiscent of Marguerite Duras. Dipping my toes into Christian tales was never an option or preference. I never felt that faith had anything to do with my choice of film style, and I personally abhorred most Christian films that were aired during church events.
Not just any Smart Car from London! This beauty is totally eco, and would you really notice if someone took a hot poker and seared…
Skateboarders that liked to weave through foot traffic on city sidewalks used to annoy me, especially when they would veer dangerously close to my high…
On Sunday early afternoons along San Francisco’s south of Market behind the Emporium, the bars open early enough to let in all the Saturday night drunks. That is the only sign of cognizant life until you get to the little corner shoe store, where boxes of poorly made girls footwear line a long table. My father came here armed with $20 and orders from my mother to find my next pair of school shoes, and he held my hand steady as I peered on tip toes to see rows of shiny black shoes, all with goldish buckles.