Friday, July 29, 2005

I Start My City With a Brick

Add another brick,
Brick by brick i manufacture homes for fallen angels.
-Aes Rock

I've been working in this here parts room for going on 4 years now. NOT ONCE have I dropped the contents of a bag of nuts or washers or the like onto the floor rather than into it's respective bin.


Man, it really sucked too, had to get on the dirty ass floor and pick up as many damned nuts as I could find. Way dirty.

I really thought The Stranger was a pretty disappointing piece of liturature until around chapter 6. I had visions in my head of college english types grasping for a reason this thing was any good at all. It read like a freakin' fourth grader wrote it: "I walked to the balcony. I had a cigarette. I am wearing Spongebob underwear. I watched the people below me with interest, maybe."

But as I was reading today, all of a sudden it got really freakin good.

"He asked me if I wasn't interested in a change of life. I said that people never change their lives, that in any case one life was as good as another and that I wasn't dissatisfied with mine here at all."

I'm sure there are plenty more lines like that, or alluding to ideas like that earlier in the book, but I was probably looking at it with too critical of an eye, being that it was such a renowned work. I need to stop doing that, but at least I come to the conclusion that I like the book on my own terms. I'm not too boned up on existential philosophy, but i'm sure this has alot to do with some of it's core ideas. Regardless, I am now digging it. Digging it I am.

I'm wondering if Garden State had some influences from Albert Camus. The main character's complete lack of feeling at the funereal of his mother, the way that he just kind of drifts through life doing things because it's something to do, rather than out of a desire to do it. I wonder if Zach Braff has acknowledged it as an influence, at least as a jumping off point. Dunno. Must watch Garden State special features.

Note to self (since no one else reads this shite anyway)


Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Kafka is so Kafkaesque

I love saying that. It reminds me of that episode of Mission Hill where what's-his-face makes a comic ala The Far Side with a caption "That is so Kafkaesque" when it is obviously NOTHING like Kafka!!! ahahahaha..... "It's supposed to be a commentary on people who say Kafkaesque and don't know what it means" he says. Wow. Amerika was a good book (the master of segues right here). Like the Trial, Amerika was wholly engaging, and utterly maddeningly unfinished. Damn Kafka and his second-guessing-itis. "Necessarily endless" assholes in liturature have been known to say things like that about his obviously unfinished works. I guess they say shit like that to make themselves be okay with the idea of reading the work of a dead man published against his will.

But I do think there might be a bit of truth there. When I finished The Trial, or actually when I finished the penultimate chapter, I was left flabbergasted. That's right, flabbergasted. I didn't know I was reading an unfinished work. So to my suprise I'm settling into a very climactic chapter and BAM i get one of these:

**This chapter was never completed**

WTFOMFG&%$#!*@ Is an approximation of how I felt and continued to feel for a good half of an hour, reflecting on the two ways the book could have gone. I don't remember exactly what I thought were the two alternate paths the book could have taken, (which is probably the best explination of why I use this damned blog thingy now) but i came to the conclusion that it was better to leave the chapter ambiguous. It fit with the whole maddening tone of the book, I said. Maybe that's true, or maybe I'm another one of those assholes who makes assumptions about things never meant to be published. But I thought about that when I was reading Amerika: The Man Who Disappeared today; as I got into the section of the book labeled fragments I began feeling uneasy, as if the parts I was reading were some kind of deleted scene, but with Kafka they kind of hang in the air a bit, ethereal. I became unsure of where the original translation ended and this one differed. I itched to read the introduction to satisfy my curiosity. Things began distracting me from finishing the unfinishable. I

**This post was never completed**

Monday, July 25, 2005


SHO CHIKU BAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I did not intend to drink all this sake watching b5 and eating wheat pasta on a sunday night. snap.

Trust No One

Can't Hardly Wait is a goddamnd funny movie. Seriously. I was in the middle of watching a bit of the B5, but it warranted my utmost attention. And B5 is in the middle of getting way good. TVONDVD(tm) is so amazing. The show is widescreen, commercial free, and you don't have to wait a summer for season finalés. Television at it's best. Being that I am a bit sake drunk right now, i'm sure that this is plain piss i'm typing but fuck it, no one reads this thing anyway. Kind of like my /. journal, pretty much for me only.
The Marce is officially obsessed with Babylon Five, and I couldn't be happier. It's almost like when she got into the good old strat rpg, even though she hates rpg's. She HATES the trek, so a B5 seems like a Trek with lower production values, and slightly worse acting. But the overwhelming fact is that besides the shitty sci-fi accouterments, it's way good underneath. The characters are more than base-line archetypes and the setting is sublimely flawed, unlike the aforementioned Trek. That perfect communist space party always sat bad in my mind. I think I just have no faith in humanity's ability to advance that far in a few short hundred years. This post is completely drunk stream of consciousness and i can't retrace the thread of this nonsense right now, so I go. Off to sleep.