The Room

I want to thank you once again for showing me the brilliance that is The Room. It has truly been the gift that keeps on giving, and though I have been accused by an uninformed first-time watcher to be "too into soft-core porn these days," I continue to make it my mission to spread the good word of Tommy Wiseau.

There is an old theater in Houston that shows movies at midnight on Fridays and Saturdays, but until about a month ago, I didn't know they were showing cult classic terrible titles. I stumbled into it randomly with a friend when we were trying to avoid going to another bar and we took in the magic that is Troll 2 (available on Netflix). The girl at the candy counter excitedly informed me that they were screening The Room on Nov 24th, and that Tommy himself would be making an appearance. No surprises here, Tommy didn't show up, but we did, and got the full spoon-throwing, audience quote-along experience. A flask of vodka may or may not have made its way in hidden in my jacket. Good times.

Mobius Bagel

Whilee the orange still stands as a predictor for a good day, I'd like to introduce the mobius bagel. Amazing things can happen.

Also, you must watch this opening scene of Red Dead Redemption.. Better late than never in this case. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrJeLiDd4wo&feature=player_embedded#! I'm really into it. I'm convinced this is what our danish Grandmas were saying!

jane CASTS her vote (haha-GET IT?!)

With the unfolding of last night's returns I can't help but be reminded of our last presidential election. Picture it: København. Election night, 2008. Jane comes stumbling into Tåsingegade with an arm cast and an arsenal of crazy stories. "I fell out of the bus! Some guy pushed me! I got run over by a rogue biker!" Everyone gets a different story and is appropriately concerned, but not appropriately suspicious.

Jane pulls Kim aside and confides: "I didn't really break my arm, I made it all up. The cast is a fake, see."

"Jane, that's really weird of you. I'll go with it though."

Lots of drinking and a trip to the Happy Pig. Erik makes a comment along the lines of "Is Jane on ludes tonight?" and Jesse, sensing that your judgement may be optimally impaired, sees opportunity:

What a stand-up dude.

Today I learned

http://news.yahoo.com/tasmanian-devils-sneaky-contagious-cancer-evolves-000816820.html Some cancers are contagious. WTF. As if my irrational worries about nearly everything haven't escalated enough... Considering its yahoo news/ livescience, I probably should not believe it.

Not letting it die + Artist of the week

Dearest Janie! It's been too long. I don't dare make another line graph of posting shame, as something tells me we all have enough of that going on in our lives without a graphic to exacerbate it. Suffice it to say that I'm once again claiming the triumphant return of arrowsandmoments, and also that I just read through a lot of our older posts and am feeling utterly nostalgic. My life has been happy and activity-filled these last few weeks, and the joys of dog motherhood continue to test me. I ventured west to visit Jin-Kyung in San Francisco (awesome city, add it to our infinite, proverbial list) and slightly less west to Austin for ACL fest. Fun and magical times.

I feel like I have so much to say to you, but should probably ease back in to the game. Best not to burn myself out. Potential topics for future posts: milestones and peer pressure, coconut mango sticky rice, bitchin' street art (gonzaga, banksy, et al.) hipster bingo, etc. For now, I give you the artist of this week, whose work you've no doubt seen in your internet wanderings, but who should also be mentioned here for the sake of posterity. If BTSD is anything, it's well-rounded and relevant, and Riusuke Fukahori is pretty fucking cool.

Riusuke Fukahori. Goldfish in poured resin:

   

pretty amazing, yanno?

hugs. 

kimmy

Artist of the Week: Kim Hyesoon (poet)

Interview: http://www.guernicamag.com/interviews/3358/williams_kim_1_1_12/
Korean feminist poet who is disgusted by the expectations of a patriarch society for a lady.

Excerpt:
"Those corpses and I are different people, but we are woven out of the same cloth in the same period. It is like you open a manhole cover on each person’s head and find sewage spewing out. I used to go deep into this sewage, taking myself as a hostage. When I am inside, I wonder what can be more grotesque than the world and myself. The time of Seoul and time of myself are mixed up, and they flow together in step. So time passes. I wake up in the morning and have breakfast, go to work (at the Seoul Arts Institute), drive and move incessantly, not knowing why I have to live like this, and without the intention of what I will do in my life. From that day, I have thought the thing that controls my movement is an empty thing, an architecture built of holes. I do not know what I want to do; the holes know. My holes that are spread out in the sewage do something before I do it. In the end, the holes and sewage are me; the holes and sewage are the subject that leads the storyline of the poem, hiding in a poem."

Some translated poems here: http://jaypsong.wordpress.com/category/kim-hye-soon/