serendipitous.

in the effort of chugging though our gigantic netflix queue, we watched how to draw a bunny, a documentary by john w. walter about pop artist, ray johnson. 
while i am most interested in abstract expressionism, the pop art movement is closely linked by place and evolution. 
i have to admit that i had never heard of ray johnson, and don't recall his work ever being discussed in my art school days.  it seems his art was largely overlooked until after his mysterious death, which the movie suggests was yet another piece of his artwork.  i am perpetually fascinated by the new york art scene beginning in the 1940's and the tragic end to so many of it's artists.
less morbidly interesting is the fact that he is considered the "father of mail art".  how apropos considering my current project of postcards!

now that you mention wormholes...

have you seen the movie, Donnie Darko?
yeah...i know that it was released almost a decade ago, but i'm not so up to date on my movies, okay?
but more to the point, you should watch Donnie Darko...that is if you haven't already.  it's a mind puzzle, although you won't really know it until the very end when it totally drops a bomb on you.  unless you're Stephen Hawking it'll take you a half second, or if you're like me it'll take some internet searching to get a clue.
sorta reminds me of how i felt after watching Primer.

south of the mason dixon line.

we just got back from our annual trip to Virginia Beach. oddly enough, i am not a really beach-y person. i burn pretty easily and prefer temperatures around 72 degrees. i did get a bit of sunburn even with SPF 45, but i fared a bit better than adam. he managed to sunburn his inner thighs (honestly there isn't a lurid explanation) which is understandably uncomfortable. it could have been worse considering he almost used Icy Hot instead of a similarly blue colored sunburn lotion as a pain reliever.
we drove down in the CR-V because it's still cheaper than flying. plus, you can't really get a feeling for distance and place if you don't drive. Stephen King's, Cell was our driving entertainment (what is up with that ending?!?!). we stopped at Shucker's Pier 13 in Dover, DE on the way down. i don't eat seafood, but they had grilled vegetable and cheese sandwiches and the food was cheap. the atmosphere was odd to say the least, topped off by what could only be explained as significant blood splatter on the inside of the women's bathroom stall door. on the way back home we stopped at the Dog House in New Castle, DE per the recommendation of Roadfood.com. again, i dined like a true vegetarian on the cheese fries (which were stellar), but adam got two of their famous foot long chili dogs. you can't get that on a plane!
we also ate well while in vb; mary's, captain george's, croc's, not to mention karen's home cooking, but i could go on forever about food...
i got to spend some good QT with my father; riding bicycles, chilling on the beach and staying up until all hours drinking and talking. adam partook a bit too heavily of the drinking part, but recovered enough to go to First Landing State Park the next day to check out the cypress swamps and ospreys.
to break up the trip back we got a hotel room in Paramus, NJ. at the hotel we watched 30 Days of Night, an incredibly creepy and disturbing flick which seemed pretty appropriate for our overall NJ experience. there is little to say about Paramus, except that there is a lot of shopping. and there's the atrocious Route 17. what is the urban planning logic behind this road? what is up with the u-turns?? why does this road inspire such hate???
anyway, before departing for home we stopped at IKEA and bought what seemed like enough to furnish a small apartment. we then went to CAMPMOR, where we got a new Ruffwear backpack and boots for crosbi (the dog).
an all around good time...thanks to dad and karen for their hospitality and to russell for watching the "kids"!

enough to send any man into the fetal position.

so we finally watched teeth last night. you may recall that i referenced to the trailer in an earlier post.

i admit i had sort of forgotten about the movie until we stumbled across it on the movies-on-demand feature (a rip off mind you, but sometimes i'm just too impatient to wait for things to pop up at the library).

94 minutes later, with adam defensively holding his crotch, my mind was flooded with old-school feminist theory. i will spare you all of this, so that you can continue reading (and not be turned off to the movie).

overall, i really liked it. was she a heroine, a villain or a vigilante? severed penises? an attack dog named 'mother'? it could be analyzed into the ground for sure. i do think the movie was a bit harsh on the heterosexual male stereotyping; but straight guys don't get challenged enough anyway.

so if you want to have a fun time, watch this with your favorite male friend (he doesn't even need to be straight...) and watch his facial expressions (and the movie too...).

i KNEW it!

jim gaffigan was the guy in the car during the 'meow' scene in super troopers.
thank you, IMDb.

primer. (a movie)

this movie made me feel a bit like i was riding on a train trying to focus on the flowers as they passed by. which is to say i was mostly lost. but it was a great movie. it was like a puzzle that you try to figure out for many days afterwards. then you finally give up and start searching the internet (or imdb as i did).

i probably need to watch it again. about fourteen more times.