2.27.2007

It's been a bi-polar week. I got mad lazy and detached over the break, wasting a lot of money and a lot of time on diversions, sleeping, reading fluff and discovering new ways of backlogging my workload until there was no escaping my responsibilites except through sleep. Jimmy's mom passed away and I found myself reconnecting with old friends over the corpse of a dead woman. My dog ran away and was gone overnight, lost in a snowstorm and senile as fuck.

But in the end everything turned out alright. I laid out a new track, my teachers are for the most part being understanding, Christianne got into grad school with a scholarship, a kind snowplow driver took my dog in for the night, fed her, bathed her, and returned her to us the next morning. Jimmy's mom is still dead but I'm remembering what life means.

On a personal bright note, there's a good chance I'm getting a summer placement at Ricepaper Magazine, which would mean a summer in Van City away from all the bullshit over here. Sure there'll be bullshit there as well, I'm under no illusions, but at least it'll be Brand New bullshit. And I'm interested in checking out the scenes down there, the hiphop scene, the geek scene, the film scene, the MMA scene, whatever. Last time I was there I was like 15 and had no strong interests (actually my thing back then was magazines...weird) and was too busy learning to shed my teenage homophobia in light of my brother's coming out.

The youtube clip is of poet Beau Sia (whom I'm a fan of as a performer but not really as a poet, though I think his poetry reads a lot better than it sounds when he performs it, if that makes any fucking sense at all), and his response to Rosie O'Donnell, whom I hated even before she released some 'cism on the Asian community. After this was aired on def poetry jam, O'Donnel finally apologized and reflected on her actions on her website. That's peace, but I wish she woulda done it on the View in front of the same audience she first did the asian impression for, and the same audience she later stubbornly and self-righteously defended her actions to...but hey, by this point I'm sure even her own viewers are tired of the whole thing and the only people who still care are a bunch of Asians on the internet.

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2.22.2007

Reading week is actually all about the reading. I finally hit the finish line with Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys, and now I'm on to Enter the Babylon System by Rodriguo Bascunan and Christian Pearce.

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I actually got to meet Bascunan aka Buns last week with Anupa. Noops had to interview him for her magazine piece and I got to play photographer. Such a crazy experience. Bascunan has entered the Top 5 list of real life heroes, right up there with Gavin Shepperd and Lisa Louie.

Speaking of Lisa, it's her bornday today and I was supposed to meet her at the Reel Asian's Slanted Screen screening tonight. I might have to bail though because nobody will be home to take care of the dog.

It's Ms. Hollett's bornday as well. (I might actually have to mail her those sbux coupons she's always hassling me for.) Peace to Lisa and Camille.

Also, I recorded a new song over the break, "Keep Walkin". Here it is with some of the old ones as well:

Track 4 is a spoken word joint that I originally wrote for a film I did. I originally wanted to keep it separate from my work, because it's not really my voice and also because I wanted to keep it just for the film. But it was never really finished so here's my version of it.





I think I'd be much better at this if I could breathe through my nose. As it stands though, no breath control + nasal voice = whack rapper.

Have a good one folks.

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2.19.2007

I saw Breach a couple nights ago with Christianne. There are a couple reasons why people are avoiding this movie, one being the Hollywood push for Ryan Philippe into serious-leading-man role, and two being the bad taste left in everyone's mouth by the The Good Shepherd.

It's a solid flick though, maybe not the most exciting thing to watch on a Fri night but it's a film I can stand by. There's a dope interview up with director Billy Ray over at Suicide Girls.

It wasn't something I noticed while watching but yeah, the 70s aesthetic and tone is used pretty well, and maybe part of the reason why I liked it so much is because it felt like I was watching All The President's Men or The Conversation on the big screen, something I never got a chance to do having never seen the 70s.

There's a great shot where Ryan Philippe looks down the fork in a hallway there's a POV pan as he scans his new auestere surrounding, each possibility of the old symbolic fork-in-the-road leading him into equally bland worlds of bureuacracy. (Of course this is wrong, and we learn later the hallway isn't what he thought it was anyway.) But yeah, if you see the camera pan you'll know what I'm talking about when I mention the 70s flicks. It's subtle (as films were in the 70s) but all-encompassing.

The film could have gone down several different roads but it avoided them all pretty nicely. The Catholics aren't demonized, there are no commentaries on Bush or the neo-cons that you don't project onto the film yourself, there is no twist ending, and Philippe's character doesn't ever really lose his grip on his identity.

I have a lot of respect for Ray as a screenwriter after this, and I'll have to check his other shit out.

Also, the poster for the film is pretty on-point:



Simple design, no emphasis on star power, all about the atmosphere. And the postures of the characters and their positioning in relation to each other and the building...like the film itself, a lot of thought went into this.

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