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There is so much to write here. First off if you have a chance to see this film (The Drawing Restraint 9) before its gone out of LA go go GO. It’s at the nuart and we can all thank Meg for the heads up about it. I noticed that I wrote Bjork all over this but its really Matthew Barney who is the mastermind behind this, but he’s not Bjork. But who cares. Bjoney, that’s the combo then. They are both genius, well more so crazy which helps add to their amazingness. Who would have thought that I'd grow up and go to those fancy pants artist seeing a two and half hour movie with barely any dialogue in it. Is that nullified because I was very intoxicated and making loud “what the hell are they doing” comments during the graphic scenes, or only enhance the situation? Hummmmm something to poderoso over with some tea and candy. Anyways it was fantastic. It was like watching a well choreographed ballet then everyone getting shot and turns into ocelots. Actually, a little less morbid but its along those lines. Once the film ended at first I was pretty much what the fuck did I just see. Or maybe I was just sobering up and my body was going into coma mode. The more and more I thought about the film the more enthralled with it I became. I think I liked it more because I actually could grasp onto what Bjoney were talking about. I GOT IT! That makes me smart like tuna. I was afraid because Greg feel asleep half way though film and I would have no idea about it cause he's helps me interpret difficult artsy quandaries which baffle my cabeza at times. Greg remembered some of it and Anni and I talked about it for a bit. But I got it. I'm a big kid now. Hooray for me! I'm quite happy still with my process and processings.

Sacrifice, transformation, restraint, creativity and freedom. Those are big words but were wrapped up in a beautiful little package like the opening scene of the film. The Bjork and M.B touched wandered over many a topic and were quite successful in visually presenting these ideas. I also just recently went onto the website and kinda felt like I was in a lecture being held by Douglas and Kristen. You know those insanely brilliant minded people well if you are reading this you are probably one of those people. And other times when I’m hanging out with the crew and they are talking about some subject matter that is foreign to me like polarity or other words that end in logy. But I picked up a few choice interesting tid bits of info. There was this icon that they used in the film and helped to drive the idea of things/processes being cyclical instead of linear. I enjoyed the idea of restraint in creation, because then you think well if creativity can be anything then why would one restrain in. Is it a form of honing ideas to a discover an outcome? Or is it pussy crack corn and I don't care. Or have Bjork come out and try and pull someone's eyes out and over someone's head? Room for cream! Oh yeah and for the gay comment of the blog well that would be all of them, but the stereotypical gay comment about the film would be Bjork and Matthew Barney's fur robes were fantastic. And especially the sea urchins in her hair too super fantabalous. “What else you gonna wear with your bird,” Miss Cho.

There were so many layers and things that one could pull from the movie. The order and disorder, precision and chaos (or a not as intense word as chaos, the opposite of precision) in creating something so huge and letting it all go after the restrains were taken away. Impermanence and especially with the idea of not having art be so precious that we cannot let it morph or explore its potential. Also finding the special that is inside all of us like a pearl but ultimately letting go of everything. They left a lot of this open for people’s own interpretation and never spoon-fed any of it.

If you made it this far hopefully this all makes sense. Gold star for you!

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Not quite sure if this is a quote by Andy Warhol or Cindy Desantis (the mastermind behind the "Save Us" series, showing at highways) but you know its a good quote. Or maybe it was someone entirely different I can't say. I've been liking to have quotes lately that I can respond to. Its been pretty rad for me and my blogging experience. And I'm glad that that I am cracked. Maybe we are all cracked but I'm not going to speak for everyone here.

Its nice to have that feeling of imperfection because what is perfect. Nothing. Cracked can be open and beautiful. One can see things that others can't and create stuff too. Cracked is a good word and describes passing into and out off. All yous with your sick sense of humor can have a filed day with this one. I feel that I let in light and emulate and put forth light. Trying to all about trusting myself and processing.

Oh oh oh and PEACHES FOR FUCKING PRESIDENT. Her new album is called Impeach My Bush. Rock on! See she's letting in the light for us all.

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Hopefully I won't be in trouble for copy write infringment with this entry. but I wanted to share a quote from the book that I'm reading by Aimee Bender.

"It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order." (Page195).

This was just a passage that struck me. We do get stuck in the order or things. There could even order in disorder. Its a subject that we can run around in our heads until well we get tired and would rather smoke some herb and have cake. Well there is really never an excuse in the world not to have cake. I know I get stuck in it (the concept not the cake). But I like to think that things that happen out of order are wonderful discoveries. If we had to much order well its time to wake up and actually live. I've learned to belive in the process. Disorder can be comforting. Well not extreme disorder but extreme anything is unhealthy. Unless its pancakes and M&ms. I like pancakes M&ms, I like pancakes M&ms, I like pancakes M&ms, I like pancakes M&ms. They make me a happy me!

I didnt' think of this so much to be a serious blog. More so intersting and fun for me to write and think about. But I'm not making excuses for anything.

I thank my meaty cohorts for all their wisdom, scarcasm, wit, and fucking everything. Thats an aside but a big aside.

Another aside. Claudette and I talked about what if they did "Waiting to Exhale" with an all lesbian cast. Oh the possibilities. Or a male cast. and in the scene when the one guy is upset he could be pulling out all the feather boas and elegant evening gloves and tiaras to burn in a box. Well that was actually all we talked about with that.

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