Lugging stuff around

Ignore the albatross around my neck. I've made my own noose and i'll find a way out of it (I hope).

For distraction.

Heroine

Agnes Varda write up in the New York Times--about time somebody recognize her. Female French New-Wave essay filmist. Everything I ever wanted in a single person. And she's friends with my favorite male French New-Wave film essayist (Chris Marker) and married to the wonderfully light-handed director Jacques Demy. What a fuckin' rock star (well, really punk goddess would be more appropriate--notice the dyed fringe to her white hair!).

Also I covet.

Infectous

Phoenix has put out my album for the summer (even though I might listen to the new Dirty Projector's more). But I could swear up and down that they're from the North American continent and not France. Are there any Franco-files that can sniff out some European-ness that I don't detect from these boys?

Preview of next month

Mad writing. And this:


Shores Of California Video

Turquoise and Bright Red

I'm currently obsessed with this color scheme (and kitchen--love those weird old stoves with small little ovens). I was trying to describe it to the boy the other day about a teal-aqua dress with red accessories. But in reality, i'd much prefer a kitchen.

Ok, back to work.

Being a happy bunny

1. I got a digital hug from lB!
2. lB taught me about wholphins.
3. My secret admirer left me a present a couple Fridays ago.
4. The present was conductive fabric, which I've been meaning to get.
5. The following day at work, I received a letter from a friend in Ghana.
6. I'm working on a new artech* project with someone at Noisebridge.
7. My housemate is lending me her mom's sewing machine, so I'm learning to sew.
8. Trip to Spain and France this August is a go.
9. lB visits again soon! (I have yet to put your pocket knife in the mail, lB.)

* artech = art + technology. It'd be a cool logo with the 't' looking like a '+'...sketches to follow.

Aww...

I'm giving you a digital hug, dB. We'll definately go when you're in town.

In my inability to write or sleep recently (the two go hand in hand it seems... I can't write if I don't sleep enough and I can't sleep from panic and worry if I don't write enough) I've been instead listening a lot to my favorite radio show. I want to hate the Swami persona but hell, this Saturday's show had the Buzzcock's Love You More back to back with Betty Davis, The Fascinations, and the opening track from the Ghost World (Bollywood, not the Zwigoff/Clowes one) sdtk. What's not to love?

Speaking of that Buzzcock's single, it's the central feature in one of the shorts in the new Wholphin. Do you know what a wholphin is dB? I'm sure you'd like it (the animal, if not the DVD mailings.)

The best thing on this issue was the documentary "Kids + Money" about the effects growing up in LA surrounded by a very materialistic, economically driven culture. Why are documentaries about kids always the best and most entertaining? How unguarded they are? How insightful--yet seemingly innocent it seems? I'm sure those are all false to some degree--but it does seem like it. And if this doc taught me anything, it's that appearences matter.