Monday, March 16, 2009

Gardens

Aren't you just dying to see this? I am. And I don't even have a TV, let alone cable.




Still, it can't be quite as mesmerizing as this...

Saturday, March 14, 2009

What I'm doing.



, originally uploaded by marcinéma.

Writing. Drinking coffee. Listening to the rain falling on the roof. You?

Listening to: or, the whale

Reading: The Golden Spruce

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Guilty as charged.


I'm gonna go ahead and say that there's nothing more pleasurable than a guilty pleasure.


They are clandestine by definition, trusted only to one's nearest and dearest. These likes a often the most revealing thing about a person, if you can suss them out, that is.

The thing about guilty pleasures is that while they're often socially unacceptable, they are only kept secret until they become acceptable again, and most often they do; especially in these days of "ironically" loving bacon, the Olsen twins and Gossip Girl. For years I secreted my love for 90s out-of-date-fashions, and now suddenly it's cool to channel Angela Chase once more.

The problem with the whole "guilty" aspect of loving something uncool, or unsophisticated, is that you are, in essence, just being disloyal to yourself. If you're that uncomfortable with your secret, undying passion for something, what does that say about you as person?

In elementary school, I even went so far as to claim to have an older brother, when my class mates caught me at the library with some comic books. I certainly never want to be that insecure again.

So you know what, I am going to expose some of my long-standing guilty pleasures, and you can follow me or perish, sweater monkeys!

1. Guilty Pleasure: 1990s teen movies (or just teen flicks in general). Particularly the brilliantly written feminist epic 10 Things I Hate About You:




It always makes my knees buckle a little when Heath Ledger's character "sacrifices himself on the altar of dignity" by singing this here below song:




Ah,
Empire Records. Written by one former Tower employee for all of us Tower employees. "Open 'till midnight!"




"Damn the Man! Save the Empire!"

See also: Bring It On, Dazed and Confused, and yes, you heard me, She's All That. And no, I'm not ashamed of myself, on behalf of all my fellow film geeks who seriously spend their downtime enjoying Tarkovsky and extolling the virtues of trying to find a narrative thread in Lost Highway.

2. Guilty Pleasure: Comic books. While it's become a lot more socially acceptable for a girl to be into comics, it is still very much the case that in order to do so, you have to dye your hair green and study library science, if you want to find folks who think comic books normal coffee table conversation. And those people have the tendency to refer to them as graphic novels.

Whatever. I'm still totally into the adventures of the Roman era hero Alix, and her equally shirtless side-kick Enak:


The 60s British gentleman-astronaut Jeff Hawke:



And the very books I was trying to hide that fateful day in elementary school, Valerian & Laureline.






3. Guilty Pleasure: Bad 90s pseudo-rock. The Cranberries, Soul Asylym, Alanis Morissette.





Isn't it ironic? Well not really.

4. Guilty Pleasure: In the vein of comic books, I give you scifi. I just really enjoy musing on the concept of The Pilman Radiant in Stalker, and debating the prophetic aspects of Neal Stephenson's Snowcrash. And I'm proud of it to boot.

5. Guilty Pleasure: Frivolous shit. Like fashion blogs, all things clothes-related and even that messy-haired poster-child for denying internet from your children, Cory Kennedy. These may seem like a weird pleasure to feel guilty about, but I was raised in a household where vanity was regarded as giving into the capitalist marketing notions that deprive women their self-esteem and true value as intellectual individuals.



I admit it. I totes xoxo Cory Kennedy! It seems no one can help me now/I'm into deep/ there's no way out...Now what is your guilty pleasure?

Listening to: Soul Asylum (how, by the way, does a 90s one-hit-wonder band even HAVE a myspazz account?!?!?)
This post is dedicated to Olga, Helmut Lotti's number 1 fan!