Posts Tagged ‘Random’

A list sparked at random and due to the fact that I have managed to stay awake throughout an entire night for the first time in I have no clue when.

June 20, 2008

I honestly can’t really tell if I am awake right now. I know that I am not entirely awake. Tony, Corey, and I have roamed the parking lots, coffee shops, sports bars, hotels, basketball courts, and convenience stores for the last 10 hours, making a full and resilient effort to last until Panera opened at 6 A.M. As I type this sentence it is the very stroke of 6:26 in the morning, Friday, June the 20th, and we have managed to complete our hefty task.

My brother immediately fell into a baffling sleep and is lounged across a comfortable-as-hell-looking sofa  chair.

I am sitting at a corner table, typing away on my laptop while Corey sits beside me on his, feasting on a breakfast sandwich of some sort, I’m guessing it’s sporting a type of pig meat and whatnot.

I am listening to the Red House Painters song, “Funhouse”, which I feel is really the coincidental-but-inevitably-brilliant soundtrack choice for the event of the last breeze of time that has passed us so oddly. I might be rambling or being a complete nonsensical fuck-face of (Corey is dangling bacon amongst my left cheek at this very moment, which I would normally find sickening but like it because it proves the point of my prediction that the sandwich would include a main ingredient of pig meat)  astounding proportions right now, and so I will still go on without worrying if I am a dumb bastard. Apologies should be in order, mostly because of my lack of grammar that is basically found in each sentence and continues to mount as the paragraph lengthens, but I fucking am only worried about board games at this point for some reason, so I am not sorry. Without any further, worthless adeu, here is the list that you’ve all been (not) waiting for…

The Top However Many Things I Am Wanting To Type And/Or Am Thinking About At This Very Moment
1.”Tanning beds explode with rich women inside.”
2.There is a breezy draft blowing throughout the shop right now, causing the operating handles of the window blinds to sway at a steady pace. But this is not a fair fight, for the left one has been situated at least an inch and a half above the right one. Prematurely out of the race. Bullshit. Saddening. Goddamn.
3.Did anyone ever answer the question concerning the whereabouts of Carmen Sandiego? I mean, they were always so mixed on their thoughts about it, constantly changing their answer. With the surveillance technology that exists in today’s modern world, you’d think they could’ve ended this mess rather easily.
4.It is normal for me to think about random, overlooked, maybe under-appreciated animals on a daily basis, probably at least four to seven times a day. In the last 10 hours however, I have thought about what could approach not only a hundred animals, preying mantis’s, etc, but also the numerous ways that they can slither, scavenge, feast in dumpsters, nibble away at what most would consider “common” household items, and what have you. I might not be making sense, that’s if I haven’t lost you to another, more interesting website or whatever by now, but the point is that thinking about a fucking raccoon tapping on the cupboard door of a middle-class kitchen, simply to get into a box of whole wheat Zesta crackers, is something I like to do. Iguanas are capable of being conceited too, let’s not forget that.
5.I am tired. Maybe I should sleep soon. I want to own something maroon that is of extreme value someday.
6.My grandfather has literally spent the last twenty years of life (and counting) sitting on a leather blue chair on an average of twelve hours each day complaining, being self-indulgent, anticipating the power-hour combo of Wheel of Fortune/Jeopardy, and, chief among all things – HACKING. The man hacks up phlegm and various saliva, bits of whatever he had eaten minutes before, ALL GODDAMN DAY EVERY DAY, until the end of time, or his time. He refuses to either fix the problem or simply hack it out and spit it somewhere other than back into his body. It remains piling up in him, compounding into a future of even more hacks. An army of hacks. HACK HENCHMAN will be needed for recruit backup in the very near future.
7.I am stupid.
8.Goodnight.

Advertisements

The Long-Awaited Collaboration Blog

June 19, 2008

For the past few months, my friend Elissa and I have talked about starting a blog that we could both participate in, a place where we could pool our thoughts together on whatever random things we wanted to talk about at any given time. What initially sparked such an idea is the fact that we are always talking about favorites lists we would make of albums, films, etc, always comparing our interests. The thought of a collaboration blog was always a good one, we just didn’t act on it as quick as we’d have liked to, but those days are over. A few days ago, Elissa officially created IS THE ONLY LOVE, the place that we’ll look to frequently deliver our random lists, poetry, rants, music talk, complaints, trend-bashings, comic book talk, and more nonsense that we could feel like spitting out. I hope you will take a look sometime. We promise we will try to make it interesting enough to wanna come back.

Father’s Day/Birthday

June 16, 2008

“If I was a Pagan, then I would be one happy motherfucker.”

A quote earlier today from my dad, Mark Ferguson, commenting on the coincidence of his birthday being on the same day as Father’s Day…and displaying, as he does so often, how much he refuses to believe in celebrating them. Or any holiday for that matter, excluding Thanksgiving.

Earlier this morning. 2:41 AM to be exact.

June 8, 2008

Elissa says:
Spike Lee apparently told Clint Eastwood he’s an angry old man and he needs to ‘shut his face’
Andy says:
I heard about that, but no specifics
Elissa says:
I have no idea why they are fighting
Elissa says:
But I just like thinking about Spike Lee saying shut his face
Andy says:
Spike Lee makes me mad sometimes, mostly because he is so talented and he does stupid shit
Elissa says:
Like that tv channel, or was that the other spike
Elissa says:
I think it was the other spike
Andy says:
i don’t know
Andy says:
i just mean acts stupid like that. why would he fucking choose Clint to say shit like that to? why not fucking Dane Cook or something?
Elissa says:
Dane Cook should be murdered
Andy says:
YES
Elissa says:
I hope that’s not too harsh, but seriously
Andy says:
it’s not harsh enough
Elissa says:
HE IS THE GUY I WANT TO BAR ROOM BRAWL WITH
Andy says:
gutted and lynched?
Elissa says:
bar room brawl!
Andy says:
alright
Andy says:
but after – gutted and lynched
Elissa says:
Okay this is what will happen, I’ll smash a glass of whiskey on his face, then all slam him to the groud with a stool, then I’ll break one of the legs off and beat him on the stomach and chest with it, then I’ll get on top of him(as many STDs I might be getting from doing that) and I’ll beat him with my fists under one of them breaks, then you will pull me off of him and carry him out to an alley
Elissa says:
and you will lynch and gut him and I will smoke and watch you
Elissa says:
I will be wearing a really slamming suit by the way
Elissa says:
Oh yea, at one point, I put a cigarette out on his eye
Elissa says:
Sounds like a plan?
Andy says:
that is definitely the best and funniest thing I’ve heard in a week.
Elissa says:
I’m glad you didn’t think it was too violent

Katz’s “Quiet City” A Quiet Triumph.

June 2, 2008

Official Theatrical Poster
Not Rated, 78 minutes, Benten Films

A sophomore full-length effort that truly lives up to the promise of its maker’s debut, Aaron Katz’s Quiet City is a simple and gorgeous little film filled with the small moments of everyday life that are often put aside in mainstream American cinema. The overall premise that Katz put in place for the movie is a perfect and most realistic one to make, considering the budget of nothing that he had going for him. In his first film, a project with bits of brilliance called Dance Party, USA, Katz mildly expressed interest calm, almost meditative shots of certain vacant portions of the city, both inner and outer, and the vast differences between day and night. In Dance Party he was working with the surroundings of Portland, Oregon, and for Quiet City he shifts across the entire country, to Brooklyn, New York where we are treated to a wonderful marriage of both patient nature shots and handheld conversation photography as Katz and cinematographer Andrew Reed share a mutual eye for what was trying to be accomplished. The film begins and ends with Keegan DeWitt’s subtle keyboard scoring wonderful subway photography. Erin Fisher plays Jamie, a twentysomething from Atlanta who has just arrived to see her good friend for the first time in a long while. Trouble is, her friend is not answering her phone and all Jamie has is the name of a cafe where they were supposed to meet. It is so late at night that the subway area is as bare as it could be, with only one other person roaming its tunnels. Jamie asks this person, named Charlie (played by Cris Lankaneau), if he could give her directions to the cafe. This is where the first of countlessly realistic, awkward, and just easy to relate to dialogs begin between the two. Charlie is stuttering in his explanation of the location of the cafe, so he decides to just walk her there.

Jamie’s friend never shows up to the cafe, but Charlie stays with her in case she were to be without a place to go. There is an uneasy manner to the way Charlie approaches the inevitable proposal of her spending the night at his apartment, but it’s not the sort of awkwardness that is uncomfortable, not for the characters nor for us the viewer, it’s exactly the opposite. In an interview with the cast and crew at the New York premier, it is told that although the script reached well over 100 pages it was still essentially an outline that served as a jumping point for the actor’s to improvise with, which is why both Fisher and Lankeneau are credited along with Katz as co-writers. Choosing not to work strictly by the script was the major reason why Quiet City resonated with me long after it was over. There is never anything but a sense of real-life to every inch of the movie, because that’s exactly what it is and it understands that it shouldn’t step away from it. We are treated to tiny vignettes of Jamie and Charlie’s 24-hour excursion through various areas of Brooklyn, conversations that are arguably about random nothingness but mean absolutely everything to the moment, the time, the people, and ultimately the world of the film. Katz and the aforementioned Andrew Reed do more with the streets, sunsets, parks and subways of Brooklyn than they did with Dance Party‘s green Oregon, and coupled with a perfectly fitting DeWitt score, they manage to successfully cast the landscapes as a co-lead itself.

I had heard a lot of good things about Katz over the last year, and getting the Cassavetes Award nomination at the Independent Spirit Awards sort of automatically put his name up there with the “bigs of the small”, often hearing his name alongside Joe Swanberg’s (Hannah Takes the Stairs), who happens to appear in the movie in a small but memorable performance, as an odd fellow who thinks cole slaw is vastly under appreciated. I am happy that I have finally gotten around to seeing both of Katz’s films, and although I can’t say I liked Dance Party, USA, I knew this guy was on the brink of creating something special. That something special came very quick. It’s called Quiet City, and it’s beautiful.