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Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
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9:50 am - Eternal Sunshine
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I finally got a chance to see Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind the other day, and I was not disappointed. I'm not really much for writing reviews, so I'm going to keep this short. The imagery was nothing short of stunning. Michel Gondry has proven himself to be capable of much more than directing music videos. I loved the way the story unfolded, shifting back and forth between Joel's head and the people performing the procedure. Some parts of the story were seen coming long before they actually happened but they were delivered in such a way that it was pretty gratifying to see. I'm downloading the soundtrack right now. I'll need to watch the movie a few more times to let my appreciation sink in fully, and I'm sure I'll pick up on more subtle details with each viewing.
current music: Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime
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| Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
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7:11 am - A change of venue
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I spend quite a bit of time thinking (or daydreaming, if you will) about where I'd like to live outside of Vancouver. Whenever I bring this up to someone in conversation, they invariably point out that "(insert whatever city it is that I've given thought to moving to) sucks dude, Vancouver is way better."
Approximately three-quarters of the time this happens, the individual is blindly defending Vancouver, having never actually been to the place I've mentioned. In most instances, if they have been, they've usually only spent a few days vacationing there, or just happened to pass through on their way to some other location. Even if this weren't strictly a matter of opinion, a passing glance or few days in a hotel in one area of the city is hardly authoritative enough to change someone's mind. I love it when people rate a city or region strictly on the time they spent vacationing there, as if it's in any way an accurate depiction of what it would be like to actually live there. Nobody who spends more than a month in a city wants to spend all of their time doing touristy bullshit, I mean how many long-term New York City residents regularly visit the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building?
Now this doesn't necessarily mean I'm down on Vancouver, it's a beautiful city, and British Columbia is widely regarded as one of the best places to live in Canada (in terms of education, environment, etc), but it's hardly the only place worth spending time in. I've never lived anywhere else, and I just feel that a change of venue is necessary. I feel stale here, despite the fact that I've hardly scratched the surface when it comes to all the things this place has to offer. I need a fresh start, far away from the people and places that have inadvertently kept me from properly maturing. I'm 18 years old, but I feel like a child that's trapped in an 18 year-old vessel, unsure of what to do or how to properly live life.
When I think of where, specifically, I'd like to live, the idea of living somewhere in Québec (Montréal perhaps) has been growing in appeal. It's in Canada (though I hear that could potentially change in the not-too-distant future, as another referendum is looming), so it'd be homely enough in that regard, but it's also got its unique culture and way of life. I've forgotten what little French I learned through school, but I'm pretty sure I could pick it up again without too much trouble.
I think that living somewhere like Montréal, that's so colossally different from Vancouver, has an incredible potential to inspire creativity. I've been toying with songwriting, among other things, for quite some time now, and to be able to put an experience like that into music would likely be pretty gratifying. I've considered a few other places, but as of late, the most prominent has been Montréal. It's proximity to other major cities (it's not far from New York, Ottawa, Toronto) is pretty prime, and let's not forget the potential for meeting cute French-Canadian girls.
This isn't a permanent thing though, I'd like to live all over the place, living in one city for a while, then moving on, because one thing that really troubles me is the idea of spending your whole life in one place. There's an entire planet here, and so many things to see and experience, that I couldn't live with myself if I didn't spend some of my youth exploring it, because eventually I'll want to settle down and pick a permanent residence, and I'll want to know that there aren't a million better places to do it.
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| Wednesday, October 13th, 2004
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10:45 pm - An intruder
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I can't sleep until I've killed him, and he knows this, so he's torturing me. I'm dead tired, but until I've rid myself of his presence, there's no way I can even consider getting some rest. It's been close to 8 hours now, the longest any bug has lasted in my room before being exterminated.
Don't get me wrong, I'm hardly scared of bugs, I mean, sure, I'm not even certain what kind of bug this is, but that's beside the point. The reason I can't possibly sleep until he's dead is simple: I don't want him getting stuck in my hair or biting me as I'm sleeping. It wouldn't be the first time. If this were, say, a moth, there would be no problem, moths are a common presence around here, but this thing is bigger than a moth, and from the few fleeting glimpses I've gotten, he appears to be something closer to a mosquito. A large, red, mosquito.
I think he knows better than the others I've dealt with, maybe he notices the mangled bodies of his kin, still caked to my bedroom wall from past intrusions. He knows that staying still on a flat surface for even a second would be his downfall, and yet he knows just when to make his presence known: he waits until I've let my guard down, and I'm in the middle of something engaging, it's at this point that he'll make himself peripherally visible, just long enough for me to react and rush across the room to grab my instrument. The instrument being a headless mop with a flat head, perfect for getting into high places or corners. He never stays visible long enough for me to know where he is once I've gotten my instrument, though. He returns to hiding in dark corners, out of sight. He knows to lay low for a few minutes after mocking me with his presence, which is incredibly frustrating, as every time I see him, I drop everything I'm doing and start stalking him, only to give up after several agonizingly slow moments of fruitless searching.
I wouldn't be quite as intent on exterminating him immediately if most of the sightings I've had of him weren't on or around my bed. I mean, he has the balls to fly right in front of my face, and still manages to get away. It's obvious that he couldn't care less about my presence, this is his room, I'm the unwanted pest.
So here I am, losing the fight against sleep, yet unable to let my guard down for fear of another sighting. I can't believe I'm being bested by an insect.
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3:35 am - Hello
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Alright, things seem to be set up the way I'd like them to be. I have a specific purpose for this journal, that being that I've always wanted to develop my writing skills, and this journal serves as a place for me to write freely without any specific reason or pressure. I'm a somewhat private individual, so this journal won't really be dedicated to documenting relatively mundane daily activities (as so many Live-Journals are, not that there's anything wrong with that). No, instead, I'll be using it to write creatively, express my opinions, and to generally write about the things that interest me.
For a list of my interests, consult my Profile. I'll start actually writing about things soon, goodnight.
current music: mando diao - the band
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2:58 am - Initial testing
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This is just a test post so I can customize the settings and whatnot accordingly. I may even delete this post once I'm satisfied with things.
current music: rjd2 - exotic talk
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