The winter night London run.

[If you're wanting extra mo0dz, while reading this [moody] post, this is pretty solid:  clicktolisten]

I can't remember the last time I so desperately wished I had my camera with me.

I went running tonight.  Over the summer I worked out every other day.  Which was a real accomplishment, took some incredible chutzpah, because I have never done anything like that in my entire life.  I haven't regularly exercised since bi-weekly soccer practice during my freshman year of high school.

Tate Britain.

John Martin. Plains of Heaven (1851-3).

Thoughts on love.



I'm watching a lot of films lately.  Which is probably good since I'm doing a film studies course at university.  But yes.  So watching a lot of movies and a lot of old movies at that.  And cinema is often about love.  People in love.  Falling out of love.  And having watched a lot of noir films at home and then seeing The Best Years of Our Lives today I just find myself thinking a lot about what love means and how people express love and the degrees of love and how all words, all concepts are constantly evolving.

I suppose what keeps rubbing me the wrong way in some of these films is how quickly people jump to say they love each other.  Maybe I've just been so over saturated with material I'm just waiting on the profession so it all constantly seems too rushed.  But I dunno.  Even with the compression of time that happens within film, I still feel like a lot of the time I have a different working definition of what love is from these people.  How soon you say it.  How soon you say it and actually mean it.  Or perhaps today's definition of love is very different from what it was in the 40s and 50s.

Charity shop homewares.

Finally, LUSH!


See all that stuff at the edge of the bed?  Those are documents, course reading, new SIM cards, and other general sorting out that I need to deal with today.  Now let's open up the frame a bit and see what I'm ignoring that with...

Plane clothes for an international flight.


 
Park City, UT, USA

The Sundance Ascent.

Los Angeles, CA, USA

Pre-op

My first roll of film • Yashica FR-1

Half Price Books Haul


This picture actually has nothing to do with the bookshop or haul.  I just liked the way the light was hitting my carpet this morning.

This weekend Half Price Books is having a nationwide sale in honor of Memorial Day.  Everything in the store is 20% off.  Which meant that my friend Emily and I were booking (oh yes, booking) it over to our local Indianapolis branch at 11am to put a gash in our summer budgets.

Critical Thinking: Are you thinking hard enough?

This is a term that is thrown around a lot in higher education:  thinking critically.  Go to college, go to university, and you will be challenged to think more critically.  That little word duo has always thrown me off because I always assume that I'm not thinking hard enough.  I'm not analyzing things as deeply as they should be.  I always just assume that I'm not thinking critically, that I'm missing something.  Like there's always a level farther – more... "right"?  More "true"?  More "fair"?  Should that have been "truer, fairer?"  Whatever.  What I'm saying is this whole culture of critical thinking in university still baffles me.  Because I don't know what it means.  Or if I meet one person's meaning of it, I feel that there must be something more critical beyond that as well.

Älplermagronen


Our sad little student oven.

Footnotes on "messages + seattle"

I'm back again to explain one of my own videos.  Lord.

No, no, self.  Don't say "Lord."  I actually am writing this just as much for myself as I am for people who want to know about what the hell they just watched.

The images:

These have been sitting around for ages.  I have so much stuff sitting around that I'm not sure what I want to do with all of it.  I don't want to make the same music video over and over again with different images and a different song.  These in particular are from June-ish?  Summer 2011 I did summer school in Los Angeles and had a week break in between the sessions.  Kayley graciously paid for half of my plane ticket to Seattle to come visit her.  Stay her house (her house is the bomb).  See her town (her town is the bomb – they got coffee, books, and water.  GOOD JOB!).  Anyway, I don't need to get into the whole trip.  I would if I didn't just stop myself right now.  Okay yes, so.  Images from when I visited Kayley over the summer.

I'd been trying to make something out of them for a very long time.  Tried lots of different music.  But I never wanted to keep working on it.  Which probably meant it wasn't right.

Then I got this idea of making a video in which the soundtrack is just messages I haven't deleted off the answering machine on my cell phone.  Before I knew it, I was combining the two.

The audio:

is a mix the audio attached to the original images and messages on my phone from 2011.  I couldn't use all of them unfortunately.  But I really liked how in the editing process I found these unrelated images connecting to this one-sided dialogue.  They probably – actually perhaps almost certainly – have connections that can only be picked out by me, but hey, that's the way I've always made my videos.  A place for me to embed my own little secrets.

A lot of those messages I received while I was in London.  American phone was turned off so they all went straight to voicemail and I couldn't listen to them until I was back in the States.  Surprisingly a lot of casting calls.  Once upon a time, I submitted a headshot, and, well, people want you when you are not there.  It was probably for the best because I'm fairly certain my hair color and cut has shifted about forty times since whatever picture I put in.


The Breakfast Club Soho with two misfits


In belated honor of Pancake Day, I'm dragging up some pictures from an evening in which I went to dinner with Rosianna and Kayley in London.  We went to this place called The Breakfast Club.  They have multiple locations throughout the city.  Kind of a hipster-y vibe.  But the food is FABULOUS.  Above is my delicious plate entitled Reggie the Veggie:  veggie sausage, hashbrowns, eggs, mushrooms, grilled tomato, beans and toast.  Highly recommended.

Just stay out of it.

I'm tired, but I want to write this.  So many posts have been lost because I put them off for a day.  And then another day.  And another.  That's what happened with the P4A night.  I really wanted to recount it bloggularly because it was such a fantastic evening, and then I let it go too long and now the essence of those feelings – I just would not be able to explain the night with the justice it deserves.  But let me tell you what happened today.

Today I went downtown.  Arrived in the afternoon, hung out until evening.  I was walking back from Spring Street.  I like to sit around in the cafés there.  Anyway, yes, so walking down 7th.  Which is one of the less-sketch streets, I would say, if you want to get back to Figueroa.  If you're having trouble visualizing what I'm talking about, just pull up downtown Los Angeles on Google maps.

Okay, walking east on 7th.  Got my headphones in.  And I see this guy a couple paces in front of me – he's holding up a bottle of Sprite.  And then he's dumping it on some girl's head.  At first I think, did this wacko just pour Sprite on a complete stranger?  Because the girl was completely ignoring him.  I imagined myself as the victim.  How would I react if some random guy came up behind me and poured soda over my head?  Would I ignore it to avoid confrontation?  Just keep walking?

Knitted Doctor Who TARDIS Gloves


I was skyping with my friend Lidewij and she mentioned that she was knitting something for me.  She was about to tell me in the call, but I insisted that I wanted it to be a surprise.  And boy was it!  I was expecting a simple scarf after she'd made a crazy complicated one for Sanne's birthday.  Or maybe a hat. Or gloves.  But what arrived was better than I ever imagined!

The Best Store on Cheshire Street


Cheshire Street is right off Brick Lane. For some reason, I walked down it many times whilst living in London. This shop always stood out to me.

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