david cronenberg

Shivers, 1975

Paul Hampton

Cronenberg's first feature film, grotesque sexual zombies within an early condominium, quite hilarious. 4/5  

Videodrome, 1983

James Woods

James Woods is losing his shit, because Blondie is way too hot and television is scary. Classic Cronenberg, considered largely his masterpiece. 5/5

The Fly, 1986

Jeff Goldblum

Jeff Goldblum is a genius who accidently morphs his body to a fly when that sneaky bastard hitches a ride in his teleportation device. really gross. my first cronenberg, i was eight and threw up. So its sentimental value makes it 5/5
Naked Lunch, 1991

Peter Weller

Hadn't seen this until last year, as its understandably difficult to translate such a broad themed book by the one and only, Old Bull Lee. Still really surprised how successful it was, just ended kind of lame.  4/5
Scanners, 1981

Stephen Lack

My favorite I think!! Not just because of the scene presented here, but all of the other times people's heads explode, not to sound too creepy. I really find this one especially bizarre, and really enjoyed it.  5/5

Dead Ringers, 1988

Jeremy Irons

Really screwed up, the opening scene when they are children is so great. Very much psychological and Irons is insanely great at playing both roles, and "But...I want some ice cream." 4.5/5

The Dead Zone, 1983

Christopher Walken

Walken just entrances me whatever role he's playing,one of very few great Stephen King adaptations. I was pleasantly surprised. 3.3/5

David Cronenberg has been fulfilling the insatiable need for beautifully made horror films that are usually quite gross but still so lovely.

cat & grrrrl

Ugh.

new stuff. should post here more.

Newest addition to the book collection- an excellent find.

w.b

I'm losing my mind, I think.

Infant Sorrow:

My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.

this song.

before the new ribbon

hmf.

so it's a bit unusual to be so attracted to online comics. something blake has got me interested in, mostly just two: cat and girl

http://catandgirl.com/

and

http://www.picturesforsadchildren.com/

both are truly amazing. also french comics. into those now.

it's strange, how taste evolves, time and knowledge lends itself to really shape who we are. how the people we shared so much with (even loved) when we were sixteen are completely separate from us now. how relationships in between seem now hysterically vapid and dare i say, even tortuous. what is it that makes us tolerate people for so long, are we that goddamn lonely? will we withstand abuse, and all else just to be intimate with someone. the dependency is unreal even at such a young age. on friday i will be turning twenty-two and i feel as though i have lived through enough to be done already. write up the memoir under a pseudonym (as not to conflict with art) sell it to the masses, and i'm done. my life story is one of defeat. i suppose thats what i need to outlet with art, why my career choices were always only to write or make art. its all about therapy for me.

finally i have reached a point in my life, though, where i am, by far, the happiest i've been. it's so different now because for the first time i completely understand compassion, and all that love can be. i met william blake stephens nearly a year ago and with him i have been able to let go of so much and achieve things i felt so far from before. grateful doesn't begin to describe how i feel towards him, i can only say i hope nothing can ever diminish, or threaten what we have. living together, having a home, living these unbelievably adult lives feels so right. and frightening at the same time.

damn, is this a rant. i'm not sure what i'm even trying to translate here. accomplish through writing to no one on some blog. 

i need a website for my photography. this blog feels as though it would cheapen things or make everything too generic feeling.

who knows.

i need to stop divulging into the internet and make dinner. read. anything else.

tuesday

i'm unbelievably prepared for halloween and fall weather, the hot rains are really getting to me. today was the second day of classes, and so far so good. i'm excited about both and ready to get to work already. the last few days of summer were straining, but fun. it was nice to see everyone in gainesville, shop at ikea one last time this summer, and see the fiery furnaces show in tampa - also creating our most expensive bar tab to date.

my birthday is closing in, and i'm not that excited about it. i know what i want, but we'll see. also: blake thinks i'm lame for blogging. but he's an ass and i love him more than annnnnnnnnnnnnnnything. now he's coughing up blood. oh shit.