“In the first half of my life I moved towards all that gave me pleasure. But after the accident, the accident of growing older, I became cautious, preferring the same roads to work, a familiar breakfast, marriage. Because my memory is a limited resource, like gold or uranium, I go back over my life slowly, running fingers over the moments until I can taste them again. Remembering is like running backwards, an art I practiced with a friend from childhood, Oscar, who says there are just two tragedies in life. Not getting what you want. And getting it.”
- Mike Hoolboom
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My friends had a 'first year party' on the weekend, they are so far away and I got all nostalgic. In my head I always picture my first year of university in such a warm perfect light, an exciting new city, always available friends, new experiences, the safety of institutions and mapped out paths. I remember sitting in my roommate Kaitlyn's room and signing up for Facebook for the first time. It's hard for me to imagine there can be any more periods in my life with such an amazing steady stream of discovery and it scares the crap out of me. But then I remember I'm looking for new experiences, not trying to recreate exact situations, with every failure of recreation I'm only reminded that only new experiences can produce that exact feeling I so long for.
1. My old roommate's dog Lexi.
I'm a terrible paht tyme bloggah, but thanks to a little encouragement from my friend Kavi, I'm now back. Here's a lazy post to get me started. These are some shots from the first roll of film I took with the Minolta I got at the Cabbagetown garage sale back in September, but you probably don't know about that because I only planned to write a post about it in my head, head blogging is much easier than real blogging.“When I was young,
Nostalgia was a tiny stamp,
Me on this side,
Mother on the other side.
When I grew up,
Nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket,
Me on this side,
Bride on the other side.
But later on,
Nostalgia was a low, low grave,
Me on the outside,
Mother on the inside.
And at present,
Nostalgia becomes a shallow strait,
Me on this side,
Mainland on the other side.”
- NOSTALGIA BY YU GUANGZHONG (YU KWANG-CHUNG) translated by himself.
Via Gray Sky.
Gregg Araki is a crazy bastard. I watched The Doom Generation tonight, it's one of those films that descends into gruesome bathos with it's many incredulous scenes of violence, I feel sick, or maybe it's all that coffee ice cream I had, but, argh, that last scene, intense. Along with the violence, the film is filled with so much delightful trash and kitsch and of course, Rose McGowan, she's been my favourite since Jawbreaker, I love her, everything that comes out of her mouth in this movie is pure gold. One last thing, there's cameos by Margaret Cho, Parker Posey and Heidi Fleiss.
