cubism_is_cool

cubism_is_cool
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I promise this animation thing's happening...

runout26

runout26
Originally uploaded by mibaji.

You'd be running like this too if you had a two ton elephant in your living room.

After just releasing a, I swear to God, three second sneeze (more like eruption), I give in; fine, I'm ... sick. I guess I shoulda seen it comin', after too many nights and not enough sleep and the weather growin colder and colder, it was inevitable. In fact, I relish it, as now I can finally sit and read all the books I've been meaning to finish, listen to all the records I'm rediscovering (thank you Tristan), and buy all the films I can now take the excuse for to watch. I was never a sickly kid, hardly got sick at all, but I remember when I did have a cold or fever, I actually enjoyed it. It meant no school! Bragging to your sister that you didn't go! And it also gave those rare glimpses of the world that didn't include your spelling tests or cursive homework.
Ok, ok, ok, I promise it's JUST the weather that's making me homesick, nothing else. Baton Rouge's pretty humid and dank sweaty all the time, so cold weather was definitely noticed, and for me, something to look forward to. When summer was cooling down into a brisk fall, like it is right now, it meant Homecoming, it meant football, it meant a path of events that would send you right into Thanksgiving and (!) Christmas, and, of course, school breaks. I still feel that tinge of excitement everytime the weather gets like this, and I somehow tie this into my excitement (?) or maybe breath of exhaustion now that I'm feeling a little, sniff, stuffy.

But not to say that I'm not enjoying where I am right now in this (nauseating, I admit) bit of nostaligia. Yesterday was one of the best days in the city, and... WOW, the city. I too often forget that I live right next to Chi-fucking-cago. Millenium Park's the real deal, and as my friend from the esteemed pit of bandwith (outsidebowie) said yesterday, "Chicago hit a home run." It was glorious blasting music poundin' down Lake Shore Drive, getting into too much trouble, making a familiar stop at Billy Goats, and getting lost for a film festival. Turns out it was this dinky little thing held in some empty loft in Wicker Park, and it wasn't too bad. I'll post some thoughts about the films we saw there (as I'll have to write it for class) soon.
I hope my classes this year won't turn me into a pretentious cynical bastard. I think it's required for some assignments, but hey, I just wrote a lengthy paragraph of nostaligia and football! And speaking of bastards, our good friend from Singapore has set up his own little soapbox, and its a good read, check it out. Where else can I get the most bitch out of my film dollars and the coporate world?

To My Smoker Friends
i realized that most everybody i hung out with (worked with, roomed with) this summer had quite an affinity for cigarettes, and while i find the smokes nasty, i know its ill smell all too well. and since the film dept. probably is the most smoke-filled major on campus, i thought this would be appropriate. they almost make me want to smoke ciggys (i am the definition of a second hand smoker)... almost.