phantom of man

Wonder how, so much passes through my mind in a day, and I get really excited where my mind starts floating to.  And I go and talk a walk around the office or the neighborhood to give myself a few minutes to indulge these thoughts.  But somehow, when I sit here, all of the spillage manages to come to a halt.  I stop somewhere, between my ecstatic, thinking smile and my typing hands.  I probably stop aware that you're reading.  Aware that you have biases, a history with me or a different stake in this world.  Somehow your machinations, and your dreams interupt mine.

Is the main thing I always have to will myself away from, letting someone else hold me back.  The most intimidating other being the anonymous, indescript one.  I don't give a fuck what a curious friend or intimate thinks.  But a wandering stranger frightens me, stifles me.

The phantom of man, why have you always had a hold on me?

Google Execs on Trial in Italy for ‘06 Cellphone Video

I don't understand how the EU's rule of law doesn't trump this clearly backwards Italian statute?

http://preview.tinyurl.com/ahcbwz

SlumDog Poorism

brief.

I loved this movie, and dream of seeing it again in theaters again before the opportunity passes.  Its so tactile and visually appealing, I know it will be a step down at the least when I NetFlix it again in 6 months.  But this Slate article broke my heart a little, tearing the movie apart.  It still gives the work its due, but is definitely something to consider when you realize just how accessible and digestible this"foreign" film really is.

the article.

What, Exactly, Is Slumdog Millionaire?
Is it a) a portrait of the real India, b) a Bollywood-style melodrama, c) a fairy tale, or d) a stylishly shot collection of clichés?

quote.

"Some would argue that Boyle is guilty of aestheticizing poverty. That's a loaded charge, with its own problematic assumption about what poverty should look like. I would contend that the movie's real sin is not its surfeit of style but the fact that its style is in service of so very little."

New year, new everything

So I started this blog a year ago, and I wasn't so sure why. I like one of my older posts ("my type") because it was quite real, but the rest kind of fell flat? I don't know. Maybe no one follows this (yet) and maybe there's nothing really different about 2009, but it feels otherwise for me. Something about Change in the air, like hearing it so many times finally gets you to step back and re-evaluate your cynicism. As though maybe there's something to finally grow from and build.  

Just sick of being a hater for so damn long.  New job, new apartment, new people in my life, and a new outlook.  The politics of change, and the ambition of growth.  Let's see where this lands us, shall we?