The Projekt (part deux)

After hearing about DJ Williams Projekt back in the spring and then hearing the song "Remember Me," I was absolutely determined to see them live. Then it became a necessity to see them once more, which was even more enrapturing than the first show. Just as most everyone does at the end of the year, I started to scramble to make plans for New Years Eve. That is until about 30 minutes ago. Unbeknownst to my knowledge, DJ Williams Projekt will actually be in the big ole city of Roanoke on New Years Eve. So, for a small price of $10, I plan to ring in the new year with amazing music, surrounding myself with amazing people, hoping to result in an all-around amazing night. Rock on.

Lovers. Rock.

If you wanna end it (It's a...)

If you wanna end it (war of the...)

Just say (hearts.)

Sade's music makes me weak in the knees. Pure, flawless beauty.

Unknown Legend

I happened to catch the greater end of Rachel Getting Married recently. Even though I haven't been keeping up with my love of film lately, this one scene has made up for all that I've been lacking. So, I finally got a chance to watch it in its entirety. Seeing the movie from the beginning only makes this moment much more beautiful, genuine, and worth the time spent watching this dysfunctional family pull through for love. I may just be a sucker for glimpses into others' dysfunctionality, but this, nonetheless, is pure, raw beauty. Why this movie didn't get more credit is beyond me.

Held by a Thread

As much as this Taylor Swift phenomenon has me cringing with every song of hers released on the radio, I decided to (somewhat randomly) give this song a thorough listen. It's given me a completely different view on Ms. Swift. The song has layers of emotions which are pulled away, verse by verse, accompanied by the melody of the guitar. An added bonus is that she supposedly writes her own music, which gives a genuine sense of true feeling throughout the song(s). Not to cheese it up, but when lyrics tend to coincide with what you're feeling or have been through, the music makes it seem that much more personable. I'll admit - it was the opening bending of notes that reeled me in. Enjoy for what it's worth.

Moondance

While riding down the highway in the passenger seat, the full moon's beams shone brightly enough to trick my eyes - 'twas as if a blanket of snow sheathed the bordering terrain. This full moon has by far been the most luminous as far back as I can remember. And as much as I hate the cold, maybe my subconscious is punishing me for my longing to remain in a summer state of mind year-round, forcing anticipation for that first dusting of snow.

Cold. The word itself makes one feel lonely and hunger for the feeling of warmth, to have someone to warm you.

If you have someone, the cold may be your closest friend. But then again, it will prove to be your worst enemy in the case of the unrequited.

Staying warm.

"Sleep"

The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight

What dreams may come, both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.

-Charles Anthony Silvestri

"Sleep," unbeknownst to me before wiki-ing it, is an adaptation of Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" (no wonder I love it):

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

And below is a phenomenal choral transcription by Eric Whitacre of Silvestri's "Sleep":

Blank

Do you ever get that feeling where a feeling isn't reciprocated? Where no matter how much you want to say, you just can't put it into words? And even then if your thoughts somehow translate into some sort of language, you yourself still can't even understand their meaning? It's a total catch-22 because you want to say the right thing, but don't want to risk losing something or someone that you've grown to care about. So at this pivotal point, the question stands: what to do to show that you care and are interested without seeming overly eager/borderline crazy? A simple phone call, or even a text, is all it takes. Just one. Don't keep me in the dark. Not knowing and hovering in an oblivious state tends to take a greater toll on one's consciousness than knowing (with a possibility of getting hurt) and dealing with consequences...picking up the pieces. Honesty is key. Just...tell me.

Miss my cupcakes. That's all.

Couch Talk

Since my return from the oh-so golden state of Cali-forn-ia, I've been living the glorified life of sleeping on a couch at my pops' house, waiting tables at a local restaurant, while waiting to hear from jobs. My frustration level at this point is through the roof, seeing that I have a 4-year degree, yet am living the life of a student on summer vacation...working for money just to get by for a couple months. I've come to realize that this job hiatus has a certain way to trodden one's sense of perseverance, persistence, and an overall sense of being. What makes employers tend to blatantly look over people like me, a recent college graduate? How am I supposed to gain experience in the field...if no one will hire a fresh student - with little to no experience? It's a total catch-22; they want me to have experience, yet no one is willing to give me that experience. So here I sit, mindlessly blogging/whining about it while sitting on my couch/bed for the time being.

When I first arrived in San Diego, I was beyond eager to begin my job hunt. Now, 4 months later, the whole searching aspect of starting a new chapter in life has pretty much lost it's charisma. After applying to 70+ jobs at this point, the idea of something coming along seems to be somewhat of a joke by now. I'm fully aware that it takes awhile for HR departments to get back to applicants (if they have an ounce of heart and actually decide to get back at all). But, it's very disheartening to know that hours of applying after 4 years and countless hours of work has only led me here. To the couch. Serving at a restaurant, which, in itself is demeaning to know that it is the only possible job for me; so therefore, yes, I will put up with people's shitty 1.8% tips and continue to get yelled at for doing the right thing.

On the plus side, I have no expenses other than gas and the occasional $10 movie ticket. "Going out" doesn't really spark my interest as it did before, and I don't particularly have the dinero to blow on overpriced beer. Having little money at this point has made me cherish those things that I once took for granted: a roof over my head, tasty home-cooked meals, a comfortable resting place, and family as a support system. It all sounds cheesy, but at some point these simple luxuries start to dwindle away (except family). And since my westward departure back home to the east, I have a new-found appreciation for many things in my life. Now, it's time for me to start living.

Noise.

Just a couple things. San Diego has the most beautiful, perfect weather just about all year round. Therefore, air condition is completely unnecessary - open windows create the perfect air flow with the perfect temperature. I have kept my bedroom windows open solely for this reason (and also so I don't sleep in longer than need be). But...sometimes there's a pay-off for leaving them open.

Pros:

-nice breeze

-hearing the ocean at night

-waking up to sunrises beyond the palm trees

Cons:

-waking up to any of the following (sometimes before dawn): jumbo jet airliners taking off every 10 minutes, squawking parrots (not the cool, talking kind), children screaming/crying, homeless people (sometimes families) with shopping carts full of recycling, people rummaging through dumpsters for recycling, fog horn every 3 minutes, traffic, other people's music/conversations, jackhammers, hedge trimmers, leaf blowers, dogs, cat fights,

-overheating in the middle of the night..but this may not be due to the open windows

-again...just...loud things in general

So there it is. My mini-rant of how loud it can be here. Other than that, I couldn't have picked a better city to settle in for a bit. I love it here, but the east is where my heart lies. It's notoriously tacky, but this is stamped on my heart forever - and I love it:

Because from that, you get this:

Keep me where the light is.

On Skewl

For the past 17 years of my life, the last couple weeks of August always held a modge podge of feelings. At the start of every summer, there's a desire to do everything you can, yet want to do nothing at all. I would always plan out my whole summer - go here, there, and anywhere in between. But I found that some of the best days were those spent when plans weren't made, expecting nothing from nothing. Don't get me wrong - that doesn't entail sitting inside twiddling my thumbs while staring at the wall, waiting for something to happen. Doing nothing means going with the flow and accepting whatever comes along. So, within those few days of summer with the thought of the first day of school creeping in, there's a desire to get everything done that you had put off the whole summer. That's when it hits you - the very last weekend is overwhelmingly depressing. Then when that Sunday night rolls around and you realize that secretly you anticipate that first day of school - seeing your friends for possibly the first time in months, being able to use all the (sometimes unnecessary) new school supplies, showing off your phresh new school clothes, and most importantly, finding out who's in your lunch. So after all the built-up depression that last weekend, you finally realize that this is what you're used to, this is the cycle that you've grown to repeat every summer since age 5. With every excitement and new opportunity, there's a price to pay - may it be homework, a shitty teacher (or boss), or just the idea of settling into another routine.

And then there was college. Imagine the Sunday night before your first day of middle school. Take that anxiety, multiply it by about 50, and add that to the idea of not knowing where the hell any of your classes are...in different buildings...that may not even be within the 15-minute time slot alloted between classes. And there you have the first day of your freshman year of college. Then, by the next semester, your collegiate arrogance allows you to think you have everything laid out to the T. But little do you know, you'll still be learning (beyond the classroom) about the place you've grown to love - your home away from home - even beyond your own will. My senior year, I think I learned more than my previous 3 years combined. Since I've been on my own, I've had a chance to grow into myself, who I'm meant to be. I've yet to completely find that out, but it's been a hell of a ride getting there. With every mistake, failure, regret, there's always something to have learned from it. Without them, I wouldn't be here. Each one has shone a new light upon me, and I am able to know what I don't want for myself. Take it for what it's worth, but sometimes getting trampled on brings out the best in your inner self if you're able to look beyond the misgivings. (I miss JMU.)

So now what? Everyone is going back to school either this week or next and here I sit. Waiting very patiently to hear from jobs. Luckily, I've been fortunate enough to undertake my job hunt in one of the most lax cities with the most beautiful weather, so I'm not complaining. Unfortunately, since the job search hasn't been so fruitful for me here, I'm heading back to my roots - the east coast. It's good to know that I have family all over the country that is willing to take me in for however long need be. Give and you shall receive.

With that said, the whole first couple weeks of classes my freshman year were further amped with overwhelming excitement for John Mayer's release of Continuum. The night of September 13, 2006, his first concert complete with new songs streamed live online from Webster Hall in NYC. That day, the only thing I wanted was to be able to use the internet for an hour 1/2 to watch it...that's all. But, no. Why, of course we would have a fire drill and not be allowed back in the building right at the start of the concert! So, the song below is part of the concert that I missed, but managed to download and listen on repeat. Adios, escuela. May you bring the same pain and pleasure to everyone who stands before you.

On Distances

As I've tried to tell myself time and time again, no amount of distance can hold you back so long as your heart is in it. Since my time in San Diego, I'm pretty sure it's only made the bond between my true, close friends and family stronger than before. That sense of separation sparks an unstoppable force to strengthen loosened ties to prove yourself right that you truly have ones who care for you and love you. I'm a firm believer of "absence makes the heart grow fonder"; but if the feeling isn't reciprocated, then hasta nunca. Don't be afraid to put your heart on the line - most of what I've learned thus far has come from countless heartbreaks and let-downs. It only proves to show what you don't want in someone or something, or even somewhere for that matter. And now I finally know what it feels like to be treated right. So long as you put as much, if not more, than what you expect in return, you're golden.

I'd be a fool to say I don't miss Virginia (the mountains especially...see picture insert), my family, my friends, etc., etc. But the cross-country gap has only cemented my love for everything that encompasses my definition of home. Don't take for granted what you truly love and enjoy because you'll know just how much it means - or meant - to you once it slips through your fingers. Needless to say, I miss home.

After my first trip to LA, I can safely say that it's not my type of scene. Granted, I've only been in San Diego for about a month now, but I've grown to love the city as a whole. LA is just...too much. Too many people..too many cars (traffic is a nightmare)...just all in all too much for me to handle. As I was inching my way through gridlock traffic, an odd feeling came over me. I could somehow sense the countless broken dreams that LA has seen, but could still feel the liveliness and richness of the high-class society that managed to make it in the city of dreams. I can see how one could be swallowed whole in it. With that said, as I was cruisin down the 5, an overwhelming sense of relief and comfort ran through me as I saw familiar signs and roads leading me back to San Diego. Some places are just meant for certain people - I don't think I'm gonna go to LA anymore. But! I did get a chance to ride on Mulholland Drive, so the video below is my salute to LA. No words are needed - the guitar does all the talking.

End of Ends

Say what you will, but collectively, this has hands down been the best - and only - series I have ever read. Fortunately, as much as adapted films can be, each has proved itself as good, if not better, than the last (with the exception of The Order of the Phoenix). But everyone is entitled a fluke once in awhile, right? Up until my sophomore year of college, I had been adamant not to hop onto (what I had believed to be) a childish bandwagon franchise. Knowing that the series started when Harry was roughly the same age as myself (~13ish, 6th grade), I wouldn't have dared to set aside time to read any of these. As a matter of fact, I didn't really know about it until about my freshman year of high school. So, until that one summer night after my freshman year of college, I had been stubborn enough not to even watch any of the movies. A friend forced me to sit down and stomach through the first movie - The Sorcerer's Stone. Within the first 10 minutes, I had planned in my head when and how I was going to get my hands on the first book of the series. The rest is history. I managed to finish the first six books within about 6 months and asked for the last one as a Christmas present. I wanted to savor the last of the last, so I took my time to digest most of it. That is, until one super rainy day during my first visit to San Diego. I started to read and after each page I started to realize just how fast I was flipping the pages. Needless to say, I only remember bits and pieces of it, but the feeling that it left within me I will not forget - an everlasting bond between myself and an entirely fictional world from the masterminded J.K.Rowling. Ultimately what this post is about, is that when I first watched the trailer for Part 1 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, chills ran through my body and before I knew it (yes, I will admit), my eyes welled up with tears. These weren't like those tears of a teeny-bopper's love of Edward Cullen (a whole different story), but tears of my senses and subconscious knowing that this film is half of the end of a series I have come to love. The storyline, characters, etc. is compelling enough to have drawn me in to a world of another's. I just hope I survive until July 2011 to make it to Part II...then my HP experience will be fulfilled. Until November, the trailer will suffice.

Chew on this, Twilight fans:

Deeper Than You Think

We've always dreamt of taking hold of our dreams or, better yet, making our dreams become reality. But what if the two are switched? What if, at one point, the two become so intermingled that one is chiefly as realistic as the other? After hearing all the hype about Christopher Nolan's Inception, I ventured solo to the theater (this is becoming a recurring Nolan theme after seeing The Dark Knight by my lonesome two summers ago). After walking out of the theater, I noticed that after the ideas instilled in the movie have inclined me to become more conscientious about the division between dreams and realities. My state of awareness is at its peak regarding what dreams I hope become realities. Before making the move to San Diego, I thought it would always be a dream I longed for. Now that I'm here, it doesn't even quite feel real that I am...here. So, in order to set apart dreams from reality, I'm making sure I get my full 8 hours tonight.

Now, if only there was a way to record dreams - both those remembered and those forgotten in the depths of our mind. Mind Heist at its maximum potential.

Goodnight.

There Is Hope

Pictured above is milk chocolate from Trader Joe's. Trader Joe's in itself is absolutely amazing - the choice of organic or not - where there's delicious food waiting around every turn down an aisle. Since organic isn't in my budget, I've opted for what I know best: anything from processed to watered-down to insecticide-ridden...guess I've become immune to non-organic (fake?) foods. Back to the subject at hand - chocolate. For the past few years, I've realized that chocolate (and ice cream) and I are not too close of friends. For all you chocolate lovers, sounds sad, no? It wasn't until my trip to Ireland last year that I found chocolate that didn't tear me up from the inside. Then, as if I were struck by a bolt of ingenuity, it dawned on me: American chocolate (and ice cream for that matter) is so loaded with artificial flavoring and preservatives, that my body couldn't handle the dairy, cocoa, and the additives all at once. In Ireland, though, they don't fuck around with their goods - au natrual chocolate did the trick for me. So this is where my chocolate binge began - and abruptly ended. Until tonight. While standing in the checkout line at Trader Joe's, I was ogling at all the chocolate that I couldn't allow myself to eat. In the fine print at the bottom of a chocolate package (as pictured above) stated "Imported From Belgium"; no artificial flavors, no preservatives. It was a pack of 3 bars for $1.99, so I figured why not just try it. Needless to say, I felt as if I were living Charlie Bucket's childhood pre-golden ticket. I ripped open the package and took an eensy weensy bite of the first bar. Splendiferous. The (non-American) chocolate practically melted in my mouth. Now I know how those chocolate lovers feel. I've finally found my chocolate delight. I wonder if they sell it in bulk...

By the way, I didn't see the Pound Plus as pictured above. Just added it in as a reference. I'm definitely scoping it out my next Trader Joe's visit, though.

Ready, Set, 3

Since I was tagged, I fulfilled my duty of following up (in a timely manner!).

3 Names I Go By

1. Erica
2. E
3. Foojer

3 Places I Have Been

1. Co. Galway, Western Ireland

2. San Diego, CA

3. Long Beach Island, NJ



3 Favorite Drinks

1. Soda - preferably glass-bottled Coke
2. Homemade Sweet Tea
3. Long Island Ice Tea - biggest bang for your buck (with a splash of soda)


3 TV Shows I Watch

1. COPS
2. True Blood - Yes, I've officially hopped on the bandwagon...but damn, is this show good.
3. America's Funniest Home Videos reruns


3 Places I Would Like to Visit

1. New Zealand
2. New Orleans, LA
3. Greece


3 Favorite Retro TV Shows

1. Fresh Prince of Bel Air
2. Saved By the Bell (the younger years)
3. Home Improvement


3 Favorite Dishes

1. Sauerkraut with kielbasa, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a freshly baked roll
2. Fresh guacamole with the perfect tortilla chips
3. Baked barbecue chicken


3 Things I'm Looking Forward To

1. Hopefully finding a job here in San Diego
2. Getting a haircut soon
3. Making enough money to fly my little brother out to visit me


3 People I'm Tagging

1. Natalie
2. Brooke
3. Katie

Simplicity Is Key

After catching up on John Mayer's blog entries on One Forty Plus, I thought I would repost this one: Simple. I'm looking to pack less than I need, say fewer words that hold more meaning, and enjoy the small pleasures that we take for granted.

Case in point: sunsets. Not even my feeble little BlackBerry camera could capture the beauty of the sinking sun. So many words come to mind to describe it, but what's the use? Soak it in for what it's worth.

Revamped: Gyppsy '10

After being hounded to update my blog on where I am in life, I realized I needed to sit down and think for myself - where am I, how did I get to be here, and what is happening?

A whole hell of a lot has happened in the past couple of weeks. I moved out of what I knew as "home" for the past two years, drove a portion of the east coast, and flew westward. The move-out was nothing more or less than what I expected: bittersweet feelings drowned out by sweat from the humidity and numerous trips up-and-down a flight of stairs. The very same day (Father's Day Sunday if I recall correctly), I had the stamina to drive home to Roanoke and back to Harrisonburg. The three days spent with close friends in Harrisonburg following my mini-journey home are a little muddled...as in, I couldn't tell you have the things that were said or done. Emily and I attempted to recount a list of memories, but I'm positive there's more to unfold. Since my last days "working" as a clubhouse attendant at Sunchase, I've had a lot of spare time on my hands. This, to some, is a blessing; but to others, like myself, it can be hazardous to actually pushing forward and accomplishing what needs to be done. In lieu of doing something progressive, I have achieved an unnatural state of tan (as in, I should lather up with SPF100+ the remainder of the summer). The following week or so I was in good ol' Roanoke. Most of the time was spent with my little bro; spending quality time with family brings a certain sense of realization to one's self - as if you know where the missing pieces of your heart belongs. (A lesson learned along the way: if you ever seem lost, simply let your heart guide you. More often than not, it'll veer you back to the path you've been blindly looking for.) I was able to see a few old high school friends while in town, which was nice; it also further cemented my decision to journey westward. Time and time again I've thought, "Should I really be doing this - living on a limb just for the thrill of something new?" At that moment I realized that yes, this is exactly what I need to be pushing myself through. If not now, when? My last night in Roanoke was spent my brother how to drive a 5-speed. Now GYPPSY's seen some better days, but I thoroughly enjoy letting others use my car to learn how to manhandle a stick shift. (I think the teaching count is up to about 5 now.) That very night, I also managed to pack most of what I would be bringing out to California with me - little did I know what I was in for...

After a week's hiatus in my traveling adventures, I hopped in the car and headed northbound 81 to Jersey. In order to save myself from multiple headaches from traffic and long hours on the road (as well as over usage of my left foot...clutch in traffic=no bueno), I visited friends in the NOVA area. We spent the evening in Georgetown, which is saturated with mostly restaurants, bars, and shops. Most of the night was low-key, other than the fact that Natalie found a staple in her French fries. So, I know that some fries are essential to most meals, but I doubt staples add any vibrant flavoring. I left early the next morning in high hopes that I'd avoid any northern traffic (remember, my 5-speed).

All the while driving along the eastern board, I felt as if this trip was my would-be coda to the east coast.

What a treat I was in for! What would have been a 4 1/2 to 5-hour drive ended up taking over 6 hours. Tolls were an added bonus - I just love slowing my trip down solely to toss money to a person in a confined booth. But, in all this jumbled mess, it was 122% worth the waits, money, pit stops, and long, laborious driving. After what seemed like an eternity of not seeing one of my shortest-known, yet closest friend, the 7-week anticipation had finally come from Ireland. I decided to arrive in Jersey the night before (solely to try and beat traffic), and would be waiting when she pulled up to her house. After countless "I miss you's," frequent gmails, and short phone calls, the wait was over. No words can describe how exhilarating it was just to have each other in company again. Stories, photos, and gifts from Ire were shared. But, throughout my visit, the thought of my leaving to California weighed on my already heavy heart. I've learned that very few things are permanent, and to dwell on things out of one's control only leads to empty heartaches. While in Jersey, I spent almost every day lounging on the beach, which only intensified my darkened complexion (at this point I was pasting on the SPF50 roughly 5 times daily...I wanted to avoid, at all costs, to become a leathered good before heading west). After about a week in the dirty Jers, it was time to bid adieus and I was "home"ward bound. The drive home made me see the reality that lay ahead: t-minus 2 days til my westward departure.

I split up the drive home and made a pit stop in Harrisonburg to see my love doves one last time before I left for a bit. Downtown had a different feel that night, knowing it was my last real night in Harrisonburg (as a graduate visiting fellow peers waiting for that final class to end...gotta get that diploma). Come to think of it, I'm kicking myself now for not indulging in Kline's one last time. Compared to my last visit to Hburg, this one was more subdued (aka no donuts in the Ashby cul-de-sac or snap pops).

I headed home the next morning to make it to lunch with my grandma and brother at Applebee's. Unless you enjoy food spicy enough to make your nose bleed, I wouldn't recommend the Asian platter there. The rest of the day was riddled with mindless errands that just seemed to take up valuable packing time. I made my brother test out his driving skills just to get some driving time in - little did we both know that we would run into semi-hurricane weather. A monsoon reduced visibility to less than 5%. Needless to say, I was impressed. That night, I managed to pack everything into a ginormous bag to check in, only to find it was 27 lbs over the weight limit. So, I sucked it up and packed two check-ins (one of which is missing a rolling wheel). Regardless, I was able to bring more than I first expected.

The day of my departure, a peacock happened to waltz through my front yard. My not being accustomed to common zoo animals in nature, I followed it around the neighborhood to capture a few snapshots. The flight check-in was nothing out of the norm, but the delay at IAD was borderline miserable. A 2-hour wait on the plane meant alcohol drinks were on the house, courtesy of United Airlines. I couldn't have even planned to prepare myself for what I was in for. The man sitting next to me happened to be an appointee of former president Bill Clinton and executive director of an environmental branch of the Humane Society called EarthVoice. He eventually informed me of his specialty in ArcGIS and frequent work with IPCC, which were the 2 main components of my senior research. I indulged him in giving an impromptu version of my senior research presentation. For whatever reason, he was fascinated (mostly that I was even familiar with ArcGIS and IPCC); we exchanged e-mails and he told me he would contact me with possible job opportunities. Now I wait. I've found that the whole job hunt is a waiting game. I continue to revisit the wise words of PLarry: patience, endurance and practical knowledge for everyday living. This search for a job may drive my spirit into the ground, but I've learned to keep confidence and never slow my roll.

After this novella of a blog entry, I'm gonna close by saying that even in these past couple weeks I've learned mini life lessons. Always keep your radar up - never become so tunnel-visioned that you miss out on what's around you - and to hold dear the ones you love. Just keep me where the light is.

Just because. JMay has a way with music that pushes me through times more than any spoken words could ever do. Mucho mucho mucho amor

The Projekt

Though I'd post a quick bloggeroo in the midst of packing. Saw D.J. Williams Projekt at Clementine Cafe last night and they absolutely fucking rocked the house. Definitely didn't expect all that they brought to the table. A few months back, one of my friends suggested I listen to a song called "Remember Me" by them, which I absolutely fell in love with after hearing it for the first time. I've got a lot of ties with that particular song, so it was cool to finally hear it live. Talked to D.J. and a few of the band members afterwards...t-totes awesome. I'm relieved I got to see them at least once before my westward departure. Was able to take a decent video of their performance of "Remember Me." I was immediately drew in when D.J. himself picked up his guitar and the first riff plucked from the guitar was SRV's "Lenny." That's the whole beauty in it all. You don't have to be a genius to get music per say...just let everything go and let it enrapture you. You won't regret it. Hell, maybe even you'll see the world a little differently...but hope is a whole different story. Til next time.

In the Still of the Night

n  OthI  n   g can   s  urPas  s   the m   y  SteR  y   of   s  tilLnes  s

-ee cummings

Tis Been a Long, Long Time

I've practically fallen off the face of the earth as far as blogging goes, and am kinda bummed about it. For a good couple months I was on my A-game in the blogosphere. Then the pressures of my last semester as an undergraduate got the best of me (and my time). Now that I have a bit of down time before I'm westward bound, I figured I don't really have an excuse not to blog right now. Honestly, I don't even remember where I left off, so I'll start with graduation. Even though it's supposed to be a milestone in one's life, the most I could concentrate on while walking across the stage was trying to keep my balance from the hurricane-like gusts of wind. What I thought about while sitting (and staying somewhat grounded, minus my graduation cap flying off multiple times) was how 4 years of my life had already passed. Since age 5ish, it's been the constant routine of 9 months of school then 3 months of a mostly carefree summer. But now...now what? Before I made the final decision to move out west, I knew that's where I need to be in my life. So I booked a one-way ticket. Granted, I know I have to eventually come back to collect the rest of my belongings, but right now (for an undetermined amount of time), I'll be living out of a fairly large suitcase. Don't get me wrong, after packing for Ireland for 6 weeks and all of my travels since, I've grown to become quite the pro packer. Since buying that ticket, though, I've had my fair share of doubts about the whole thing. Then I realize that this is it. Now or never. Not that I don't like Roanoke, it's just not where I need to be in my life at this point. Since the first time I had the chance to visit San Diego, I knew then that that's where my heart would lead me right out of college. I'm well-aware of the dangers of heading somewhere fresh out of college without any job lined up and limited funds, but that's all part of the experience, right? A friend once told me of a story from a professor about not having much money. The point of the story can summed up so simply: "There's something very enriching about being poor." It makes you appreciate the simple things in life, "it reduces all the bullshit." Since I've just been living day to day, I haven't realized how soon I'm leaving until now. My, how time flies. Exactly one year ago I was in my second to last week in Ireland. It's been neat to vicariously live it once again through friends' experiences and stories. After crossing paths months ago, it's no coincidence that I had met someone who would become one of the best friends of my life thus far. It's been tough these past few weeks without her, but I know it's all worth the while knowing that she's across the pond having the time of her life with so many good people. Recently (within the past couple months) I started attending a non-denominational church called Valley Church. The pastor, PLarry, provides more insight and inspiration for a better life through his one-hour services than any other person or thing has in all my 22 years here on earth. It's opened my eyes to a whole new level of thought and perception for many things. If it weren't for my friend Brooke asking me to join her at Valley that one Sunday night, I wouldn't be the (changed) person I am today. I'm both saddened and relieved that this is my last week in where I've known as "home" for the past 2 years, but now's the time. I honestly can't say that I wish I could stay here another year because I would absolutely go stir crazy. Who knows if this move is right for me? Who even knows what tomorrow brings? It's what I feel to be right in my heart at this point in my life, so I'm going to scrap my way through it as much as possible and hope for the best. Not to mention, my friends will finally have a reason to come to California (ahem...Jenn & Jess). Much of my last week on the east coast will be spent in Long Beach Island, New Jersey to visit Brooke and a few friends along the way...then westward bound it is. Til next time, adios.

Bonus! I've tried my hand in as much country as I can handle so far. So here it lay (gotta admit - Keith Urban is a very talented man...and John Mayer is just an extra bonus):

Been About a Year Now

This is, by far, one of my favorite pictures taken from when I was in Ireland last year (2009). Sometimes you get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of every day life that you forget to stop and take things in. Take this picture, for example. We had a limited time at this site and if I hadn't stopped to turn around, the beauty of what surrounded me would have been lost forever. Goal: pause more often to soak it in.

My blogging recently has obviously been pretty shotty, but a lot's happened in the past couple weeks:
1) Graduation, anyone? This whole spring semester had built up to that one day, that 5 seconds of walking across the stage, just to say that I'm officially done with college. That is, unless I decide to go back for grad school (which, at this point, is highly improbable). So, now...what's next?
2) I decided that I'm going to pursue my Cali dream and head west this July. July 10, to be exact. All that's left to do now is buy the one-way ticket. One way for right now, then making the trek in GYPPSY across the country (hopefully with Prissy being able to come, too). I've wanted this for two years now and it's finally approaching and I'm scared shitless. There's always a reason behind the fear, though. I've learned that if there isn't a sense of fear when you take new leaps, then there's a high probability that it's going to be mundane and predictable. I've seen my fair share of travel in the past couple years and I know that this is where I need to be at this point in my life. Taking the plunge, sink or swim time.
3) Got my first tattoo. Don't ever let one individual take control of your thoughts so much that it inhibits what you want to do. After wanting a tattoo of my Mimi's initials for 3 years, the wait was finally up. I have rid that part of myself that was tied down by another's opinion. And it was worth every second of the pain. My ode to freedom from you.
4) Moving out of the place I've called "home" the past 2 years. I've accumulated so much...stuff (mainly rocks, movies, and books)...that I'm thoroughly dreading this move out in a few weeks. But, on the other hand, I guess it'll give me something to do other than sit around and wait for work. It's been nice not having to worry about school, classes, etc., but sometimes it's good to have a little stress to keep me on track. This move out sure is starting to get to me.
5) I'm ready for the next step.

Needless to say, don't let anyone or anything hold you back from what you dream to do. Keep those you love close to your heart and let them know you're there. Always.

Wishing I were there.

Song worth a listen: Corey Stevens - It's Over

Ray.

She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

Walk on down the hill
Through the grass grown tall and brown
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
On past the busted back
Of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field collecting rain

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged

Of these cutthroat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

Lay your blouse across the chair
Let fall the flowers from your hair
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're applauding us
The quiet love we make

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged

Well I looked my demons in the eye
Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
See I've been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me

There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged

Flying in a Blue Dream

Having had my first dream of flying last night, I feel that the least I could do was jot down my thoughts. The details of the dream aren't relevant to the feeling I had when I awoke this morning. It was an odd feeling of being...lifted...elevated by something other than my own body. It was as if an imaginary force, nay, a higher power carried me through the day. As much as I try to describe it, no words come to mind to accurately depict the feeling that overcame me this morning.

Maybe I'm thinking too deeply into it, but who's to say? Could it have been my subconscious telling me that everything will whittle itself into something that works for me? Flying seemed to let me know that I'll be able to soar above the fears and uncertainties that lie ahead. Therefore, I present a fitting poem that sums up my current state of mind, by none other than the ee cummings:

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

On Words

Your poetic flow and esoteric ways with the English language may get you far in a scholarly life, but actions, my friend, speak far louder than words. Step up and rise to the challenge you present yourself.

Glory Years in Retrospect

I don't really know how to put what has happened to me in the past semester into words, but it's sure worth a try. I'm a strong believer that the choices you make can greatly affect your future, no matter how minute the decision may seem. I've learned this past semester that small steps sometimes add up to one large step, which is exactly what is about to happen in my life. Graduation hasn't necessarily crept up on me - I've just decided to keep it in the back of my mind, unwilling to accept the reality that's approaching. Fear, more than anything, is the main factor in this conscious decision to block out one of the most monumental achievements of my life thus far. Why should I be so scared, haunted, of what's to come? I've always had a set plan for the most part, and now nothing is set in place. For roughly a year now I've been running without a plan, which has worked for the most part. So what's so different now? For the past 17 years of my life, school has provided a continual cycle where I didn't have to worry about what the next year had to offer. Now, reality: full-time job, bills, insurances, and more responsibility than I can imagine. It's safe to say that I'm not ready yet. Maybe these last couple weeks will roughen me up for the real world. Now's the time.

Now on to a side note about how even the smallest things can lead to something greater than you can wrap your head around sometimes. Think about how many people come and go in your life...how many you've met in the past week, month, year. Too many to count. But when you meet certain people, it's hard to let go. It's a feeling you just can't avoid, like that person was predestined to be in your life. I'm fortunate to have made the decisions I have; otherwise, I wouldn't be here with the people I have today. If I could, I would stretch these remaining days I have as far as possible, but that's obviously impossible. Therefore, I'm ready to make the best of them. Here's to everyone I've crossed paths with that has changed my life - even the ones who have sometimes treated me like shit. You quite possibly have changed me the most - for the greater - by testing my threshold and making me a stronger person. I thank you.

DJ Williams Projekt: Remember Me

Exotic - She's Psychotic

No matter how affordable or how often they may change their sheets, don't get drawn in by the neon glow of "vacancy" here. I was among the very, very few in my film class that had yet to see Hitchcock's Psycho (1960), which has by far been my most liked work by him. Note to self: don't ever cross paths with Norman Bates. Looks can be highly deceiving.

Primavera

I've forgotten how much I love thunderstorms in the summer. There's something in the way the flicker of lightning illuminates the dark summer sky. However much I may complain about humidity, I live for it. It's a main ingredient for summers in Virginia. So far there's only been two somewhat summery days, but I ate up every minute of them. Warmer weather just makes everyone - well, mostly everyone - eerily happy. It's as if the sun puts people in a trance, a sedated state of happiness. Maybe it's from the lack of Vitamin D in everyone's system. With that said, I'm 122% looking forward to this weekend. I guess this pointless blog is just to bash cold weather. If it's not snowing, there's no reason for temperatures below 60°. I can hear San Diego calling my name right now. I miss summer...being tan...wearing flip flops every day...tank tops & shorts...sleeping with the windows open...so on and so on.

On another note, I'm thoroughly bummed Kid Cudi isn't coming to JMU. Wale will suffice, but K Cud's flow is off the charts. Too bad people are idiots and blew the chance to see something good. Always on a hunt for new Cudder tracks. SCOTTY.

Currently on shuffle: Otis Redding. This guy's voice is absolutely extraordinary. Song worth a listen: Send Me Some Lovin'.

Phony Identities and Shallow Values

North by Northwest (1959): A literal cliffhanger with multiple innuendos. If one is wondering why I'm on a Hitchcock blogging kick, 'tis due to a class I'm currently taking: Major Film Directors with Dr. Hoskins. Hitchcock is so - unique, odd, just plain weird - but it's what makes his films what they are. At first view, one of his films can be seen as a classic crime/mystery/drama/romcom. But after the credits roll, the viewer begins to understand the depth and complexity Hitchcock infiltrates into the film. What a clever fella.

Below: updated version of the notorious (ha!) cornfield scene, Grant replaced by Rogen (photo by Art Streiber). Classic!

VertigOH

Donald Spoto pretty much sums up Hitchcock's Vertigo (1958) in one particular sentence: "The film is, after all, like a dream, an oxymoronic 'slow chase,' with all the aural evocations of memory, desire, obsession and loss."

Hitchcock keeps you on the edge of your seat in the last third of the movie, but the beginning is somewhat droning. The slow-pace start is somewhat necessary, though. These long, slow, silent scenes are pushed along by Bernard Herrmann's score, which mirrors the emotions that Hitchcock continually tries to portray throughout the film.

On a side note, I really need to get back on this blog and update more than once every couple of weeks. It's just not cuttin' it.

If Only

Despite the fact that everyone around me is headed out of the country (specifically, the Bahamas), this one is stayin' in the States this upcoming week. Jersey bound tomorrow morning and then cruising down 95 to Baltimore to present senior research. This is the last leg of my college career and, without a doubt, I'm scared shitless as to where I'll be in roughly 4 months. Right now, it's a lingering thought in the back of my mind. But every day it creeps more and more into my thoughts. If only I would have pushed myself just that little bit further to get that GPA at or above a 3.0, I wouldn't have had any trouble in deciding my future as far as schooling goes. If only I didn't spend as much time with friends and nose myself into my studies more, that 3.0 would have been possible. But, life is full of sacrifices, may they be small or monumental, and you have to 110% go with gut instinct. I continually revert back to a particular weekend roughly one year ago. I can't pinpoint any one exact moment that changed me, but it was enough to have a few substantial revelations:

-Live for yourself and never sacrifice your dreams for someone else's.

-Being alone doesn't sound ideal, but it happens. It's not the end of the world - persevere.

-Near water (the beach, specifically) is where I need to be. Not an arid, desolate wasteland that I had planned to a year ago (Texas, anyone?).

-A change in scenery is most definitely necessary for me at this point in my life.

On that note, here's Fleetwood Mac's "Gypsy." Stevie Nicks is timeless.

So, whatever

This may be a whole new ballgame for me, but I'm gonna say that being in a state of utter confusion for a few days is 100% better than feeling lost, constantly questioning if something is right for you. With that said, I'd chose the former over the latter any day. You have to test your boundaries and get a feel for whatever is out there, otherwise you're just swimming in a sea of faces. This is the only life I've been given so far, so I'm ready to take my chances. I thought I would be able to follow another's dreams, but ultimately realized that I would be selling my own self short. Thus, at this point, I'm out for numero uno: myself.

I really need to get back into the groove of writing. Keeps me connected with myself. Eyes on the prize.

Til next time, here's something to chew on. Safe and free: E-603. Adios!

Ocho

After seeing John Mayer for the eighth time, I can safely say I'd like to just go ahead and hit two more concerts this tour and make it an even ten. Too bad my current cash flow doesn't support my addiction to him. Opening act - Michael Franti - absolutely blew me away. His feel-good music had an overpowering ability to interact with the audience to make them (us, rather) feel like we had known each other for a good while. Maybe I was just starstruck seeing that he was five feet away from me through a whole song. Taking someone to a concert for his or her first time is like handing someone a Coca-Cola for the first time - uncontainable excitement, topped with an ear-to-ear grin. Highlights of the show were his covers of Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams," Martin Sexton's "Glory Bound," and Jimi Hendrix's "Castles Made of Sand" (most likely only picked up by esoteric Hendrix fans). Below is the only video I was able to get before my camera battery died. It's somewhat bittersweet, but I was finally forced to watch the whole show through my own eyes and not through a camera screen. All in all, great show performed by great people, while myself was accompanied by great people.

I love every minute of it.

A Glowing Ember...

I made this blog to specifically get my thoughts out, but I am utterly speechless right now. I'm not going to post the lyrics because this performance speaks for itself.

Obsolete

How we came to be-

at this present day in time-

Should have no bearing

on what we are (were) supposed to be.

But alas!

Turning back the hands of time

has proved to be no simple feat.

As each day inches, creeps, drags along,

My thoughts invariably trace

Back to you.

Swimming in a sea of confusion-

My mind a disheveled mess-

I am at a loss without you.

This love lingers,

gives my naive self a false sense of hope

For that which my heart longs.

In body, in mind, in spirit-

I Need You.

Come back, my love.

On Favorites

You know that favorite pair of jeans that you never want to take off, even to wash, because you love them so much? During my most recent trip to San Diego, I came across a pair of jeans that couldn't have fit me more perfectly. I have worn them every single day since the purchase. I'm considering a bulk order of them so I'll have a lifetime supply and never have to worry about finding that right pair of jeans again. The brand is Flying Monkey, which I've never even heard of so it has no meaning to me whatsoever. Needless to say, I should probably invest in another pair so I can finally take this pair off to give them a good wash.

What an absolutely pointless post, but I had to express my love for my Flying Monkeys.

LAAHHVE LAAHHVE LOVE

I can't count the number of times I've heard and seen Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance," but this still remains my favorite part of the song/video. Tis my current signature dance move whilst driving. Just can't get enough of her.

Perfectly at peace, so I move along a bit higher.

A lot can happen in a week's time span, so think about everything that has happened in the past week and any plans for the upcoming week. Can't remember? 7 days may not seem like a long time, but right now it feels like an eternity.

Exactly one week ago was the last time I spoke to the most constant individual in my life. Granted, no one should be forced to do anything against his or her will, but honestly? I think it goes to show how much I had put forth in the past few months trying to mend ties and come to terms with decisions I've made. What do I get in return? Not a goddamn thing. Not a "Hello." Nothing.

While walking away from you, one of the greatest epiphanies of my lifetime absolutely slammed me. But now I can see it: there is nothing left. I thought there was an unconditional love - a mutual longing to remain (at the least) friends. I miss you beyond explanation, but an unrequited longing for each other's love is, to say the least, not my idea of love (or what I believe to be love). I have no tears left for this matter. You have let me run dry. And this is where I start anew.

__________________________________________

On a much more rewarding topic, my 8th John Mayer concert in Washington, D.C. is in roughly one week. 8, you say? Yes, and each time has been more memorable than the last. Maybe we'll get asked backstage? Ha! I figure he should start paying me to come to his concerts.

On to the next one.

Essence of Beauty

I have nothing to say other than Sade has made this well worth waiting for. Exactly what 2010 needed.

"Skin"

When I found out this love's undone
I was like a gun, sure as it was over
Felt like nothing good could come

Sure as it's gonna play and play
Like Michael back in the day

I'm gonna peel you away

Now as I begin to wash you off my skin
I'm gonna peel you away
'Cause you're not right within

I love you so
Sometimes love has to let go

So this time don't think it's a lie
I say goodbye

Now as I begin to wash you off my skin
I'm gonna peel you away
'Cause you're not right within

Now it's time to wash you off my skin

Now as I begin, it couldn't be right
'Cause you're not right within

I say goodbye

Nostalgia's Hollowing

I previously posted a poem by e.e. cummings, but after coming across a book of selected poems from him, I felt it necessary to post this one. Hits pretty close to home for my present state of mind.

it is so long since my heart has been with yours

shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a town--

that i have perhaps forgotten
how,always(from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh)Love
coins His most gradual gesture,

and whittles life to eternity

--after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skilfully stuffed memories

Back to the Grind

After 2 months of no income, I finally am getting back into the groove of working. Granted, my job entails "watching over the clubhouse" - as in, full hour of Cash Cab followed by Wheel of Fortune, then Jeopardy. Not much to it until the boss notices dust bunnies under the treadmill. After that, what more of an incentive to get work done while waiting to close up shop. And when the weather finally decides to please my love of the hot sun, time to hit the pool.

But this body isn't fit for pool attire, which means I need to start up some P90X again. All it's gonna take is some dedication and inspiration to actually start. So - do it to it and don't be a hero.

Anyone up for the challenge?

Figured It Out

Fury (1936)

Wizard of Oz (1939)

This may be the reason why I have always wanted a small dog: "Rainbow" from Fury is "Toto" from Wizard of Oz. How uncanny!

M

I don't ever really remember if I've ever enjoyed researching for a paper. Having to read past and present reviews of Fritz Lang's M (1931) didn't really bother me. It's neat to get a different perspective on how people's views have changed over the (many) years.

Peter Lorre plays a child-killer who is hunted by both the police and the underworld of criminals. (Pictured above: Lorre shows his "psychotic" side, contorting his face in hopes to see how others view him as a monster.) I don't know if I can imagine anyone who could have fit the role any better. You want to sympathize with his childish appearance, then again the thought of his menacing acts lingers in the back of your mind. Definitely a must-see...5-star quality.

I think the real question is - Why am I awake right now?

Let the Roses Fall

While slaving over a 3-page paper (ha!) due tomorrow morning, I kept my Alan Silvestri Pandora station on with hopes of being more productive. (It beats sitting in a room of silence - other than the clicking of the keys on the keyboard.)

This song came on and instantly caught my attention. Right away I noticed its eerie feel and recognized it from American Beauty. Thought I would share since I've kept it on repeat on YouTube for the past 30 minutes. Time to ILL this.

A Photographic Chronogly

9/3/2006: Bristow, VA2/7/2007: Roanoke, VA

7/25/2007: Washington, D.C.8/1/2007: Charlotte, NC9/6/207: Virginia Tech, Blacksburg, VA7/13/2008: Columbia, MD8/19/2008: Charlotte, NC
Coming soon: 2/20/2010: Washington, D.C.

Thoughts From A Pointless Day Off

After celebrating MLK day in style, I end up here at home waiting for John Mayer to show up on Larry King live for the special on the Haiti disaster. When I say "in style," what I mean is sitting in a room working on calculus for hours on end in order to study. Highlight of the day? Being able to sleep in until noon with no worries of missing anything.

Since I'm only taking 3 classes (but remaining full time), I tend to have a lot of free time on my hands. With all this extra time, I would think it means more time to focus on each of my classes. But nay! I've been finding myself watching movie after movie on Netflix instant online movies. No complaints, though. If I actually had a steady job, joining Netflix would mosdef be on the top of my priority list. Speaking of movies, I'm pretty bummed I forgot about the Golden Globes. But it's nothing that a simple list of winners can't cover.

Watched The Hurt Locker last night and honestly didn't really see what the hype was about. Don't get me wrong - I thought it was a decent film with genuine characters, but it didn't really stand out to me. Maybe I should consider watching it a second time - alone. On the other hand, Up In the Air pulled some strong emotions out of me. I may have went in with a bias since G. Cloon is one of my favs at the time being, but regardless - overall top-notch quality from all the characters. Vera Farmiga has a simple, eloquent beauty, but it's her eyes that knock you over and reel you in. Definitely worth the money spent.

Countdown to John Mayer (#8): 1 month, 2 days.
Currently on repeat: Edge of Desire (apt. sessions)

Silence

As stated by Maria in Lang's Metropolis, "There can be no understanding between the hands and the brain unless the heart acts as mediator."

On "Losing" Things

After grabbing lunch with a friend, we walked outside into the bitter cold and I decided it was a bit too sunny for my eyes, so I went to put on my sunglasses. I stopped in my tracks and began to rummage through my purse. To my dismay, they weren't in there. I'm thinking, "Go figure - another pair of sunglasses...lost." So, I tell my friend I need to go back inside to see if I left them on the table. But! I turn to around to see a look of slight embarrassment. He says, "Erica. Your sunglasses are on top of your head."

It is moments like these that you have no choice other than to step aside and laugh at yourself. Because honestly, what are you going to say after that?

(Also, I can't count the number of times I've played card/board games and have looked for my cards to find they are in my hand.)

So, the next time you think you lose something (or someone?), it's best to start looking in the most obvious places. Just a thought.

8 Years In the Making

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvDaJaU5My4

Sign me up: 2/8/10

The Gentlemen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUObsrV8R4E

Chills run up my spine looking at these...creatures.

"Hush" itself is ingeniously creepy. But what took it up a notch was the fact that I had watched a behind-the-scenes of Buffy only hours before. I noted to myself to catch this episode online somehow, somewhere before I forgot about it. Little did I know it would be on TV at 3AM.

These guys are something I don't recommend as a first sight waking from a midnight slumber.

Eternally Flawless

Its complexity is remarkably simple. And I get it.

Feel the Burn

Chad Feldheimer

Currently watching: Burn After Reading.

Harry Pfarrer (George Clooney): one of my top favorite actors at the moment (I seriously need to invest in the Ocean's trilogy). Clearly works (repeatedly) well with the Coen bros.
Linda Litzke (Frances McDormand): every time she speaks, I expect to hear her Naw-then accent from Fargo. Seems to repeatedly play a tired and anxious, yet determined character, even in sticky situations.
Chad Feldheimer (Brad Pitt): can convincingly work the idiot role pretty damn well. Chad is priceless.
Osbourne Cox (John Malkovich): why have I not seen more of Malkovich's movies? Pretty intense character in every film I've seen him in thus far. Tends to have it out for the world.
Dr. Katie Cox (Tilda Swinton): not sure if I ever want to cross her path. Often times she plays a frigid bitch (Narnia, anyone?) who's practicality blindsides her.

From Feldheimer to Aldo, Brad undergoes a pretty drastic character change. Although both tend not to be the brightest, Aldo tends to have his wits about him - especially when it comes to killin' them Nazzzis.

Lt. Aldo Raine

Låt den rätte komma in

After wasting countless hours watching not-so-grade-A movies on TV this winter break, the past week has started to look up for me. My first 3-D movie in theaters proved to be top-notch quality - no wonder James Cameron has been off the radar for awhile. Tonight's late-night feature: Let the Right One In. Let's face it...Twilight sucks. Stephenie Meyer blows a big one and maybe should have waited a bit to catch a few tips from this gem before publishing used toilet paper (in both hardback and paperback!) that somehow made it to the big screen.

The only "team" in Let the Right One In is team Oskar-Eli. Otherwise, it's everyone for his or herself in the night.

Small kiss.