Epic Discussion on Run Lola Run

We discussed Run Lola Run yesterday in class and it was probably one of the best discussions I've ever been a part of. We stayed on topic and when we branched off, it became a discussion about why there's art. I keep thinking about what we said how art is just a way to express life and make it tangible (for the most part) and even though it's a mess, it's your mess to interpret. I think that I'll watch the movie again over the summer to see how much I truely like it. I'm glad you told Mike and I today what you want played for STAC night, I'm pumped for it. I'm so excited for it that I wanna start practicing now for it haha. well I must be going, be well!

Run Lola Run

So yesterday we watched Run Lola Run again for the second time. the first time we watched it, I was sick with what turned out to be a Sinus Infection and was sitting at the sink soaking paper towels and trying to keep myself from coughing. I couldn't tell how I felt about the movie the first time I saw it, I was kind of in between with it which is surprising, but when we watched it again yesterday, I knew where I stood with the movie. I like it because it has a lot of megga important parts but they're subtle and you really need to focus on the movie in order to pick them up which I really liked, I was always looking and trying to figure out what everything meant.

Also on sunday I wrote this poem for Megan O'Donnell. She doesn't know I wrote anything, and I wanna keep it that way. It was kind of like a journal entry with my high expectations of what her next creative piece will be. I know Megan always makes beautiful art no matter what it is, but I'm expecting something BIG from her, I can just feel it. Maybe it's unfair that I'm expecting so much from her right now, I don't want to sound like a pessimist but maybe I should just know that what she'll do will be great instead of something bigger than herself and myself. Eh, anyways onwards and upwards!

Workshop WED!

Yesterday I had my workshop with Jim and for some reason I wasn't in a good mood. I think the reason was because the workshop with Jim before yesterdays, we got really emotional and I didn't want to get upset again, and by not wanting to get upset I got myself upset...PARADOX (kind of, not really). But Nicole Buancore came up to me after the workshop and told me "You looked the angriest that I've ever seen". I like Jim's workshop, but I just need to approach it in a different way, basically I need to be optimistic about his class as I should be with everything in this world. I'm in the middle of reading Wittgenstein's Poker and The Cather in the Rye and both books bounce off eachother so much it's amazing, I suggest you do the same when I finish reading Wittgenstein's, trust me! I fell in love with a quote by Wittgenstein that I compare it to me own life so much and I think it's the best quote in the world, the quote is, "Memory: I see us still, sitting at that table. But have I really the same visual image- or one of those that I had then? Do I also certainly see the table and my friend from the same point of view as then, and not see myself?"-Wittgenstein. I feel like the second I finish this book I'll be going insane making connections from the book to not only my life, but others around myself. I'm so glad you lent me this book! I hope we do something Phylisophical next year in STAC! Onwards and upwards!

Antony and the freaking Johnsons

I'm sitting her listening to Antony and the Johnsons' version of The Guests. I'm obssessed with it, I wanna cry it's sooo good it's jam packed with emotions and I mean it that I'm honestly fighting tears. I think if theres anyway we can cover this song or something would be intense. Hopefully I'll take it in my own hands with my band, but Leah is totally against his voice and I dont know if she'd be up for it. But today in STAC while we listening to them, I didn't know what to make of him. I honestly had a strong dislike for the first song, but when you played The Guests I went insane. I wished it didn't stop. When I hear it, I picture like a Colonial party, almost like the tale of The Headless Horseman because I think of Icabod Crane at the ball dancing about and all this crazy shit, especially when he says "No one knows where the night is going" I just freak out. I'm madly in love with this song I wish I could describe it. I also feel bad for the singer because I feel like he just wants love, a genuine pure love and it's next to impossible to find and it reflects in his music. He talks about wanting to be held and I get the feeling he wants some sort of (for lack of a better term) closure or actually REASSURANCE that he isn't alone and I think it's tragicly beautiful. Thats all until further notice

This week in STAC 2/9/09 - 2/13/09

On monday we talked about different types of camera lenses and what they do. I was really interested in using a Holga camera because I thought for a cheap camera they take some pretty cool pictures, but I found out I have a Nikon camera laying in my room (which would be great if you could take a look at it for me and tell me if it needs anything) and you showed us some tricks with using a regular camera to make it Holga-esque (WHICH WAS AWESOME) and I think that's what I'm gonna do. I plan on taking my picture soon after I get my camera looked at, and if it's no-longer able to be used (which I doubt) I plan on asking you if I can borrow a camera. I'm really into this project because I'm basing it on if I lived with my dad instead of my mom, which would result in a drastic difference in who and what I am. I was thinking about borrowing my friend's Fish Eye lense for the picture, but I'm not sure if he'd honestly lend me it, hopefully he will, I'm probably going to ask him today. That's all (until further notice).

Wed. 2/4/09

Today I had a workshop with Jim (acting). I love it so much. We did meditation and some great acting techniques. Jim would tell us to close our eyes and give us a visualization, the best one which had a great response from everyone in the group was when Jim told us to imagine we were on a dock, and there was a giant boat with everyone we loved on it and music was playing and they left slowly leaving and they wave goodbye and tell you they love you and I thought of my uncle who died this year, which led me to an epiphany that I never fully dealt with his death because the second I saw him waving goodbye, I found myself fighting tears, others actually were crying. I look foward to working with Jim next week and so on.