ella n me
ella n me
I have been thinking recently about what death must feel like, and I imagine it isn’t much different than being born. I don’t remember being born, but it couldn’t have been all that bad. You come from a dark and warm and safe place and are thrown into a world that is very much the opposite. If death is birth in reverse, so to speak, then I hope you just go home to a warm and dark and safe place. (And for God’s sake, before anyone says anything about this, I’m speaking figuratively when I talk about the way in which we tunnel into the afterlife.)
So: That sounds OK to me. I would like it if it went that way. Yeah.
In my travels through time and space, I have on a few occasions encountered that rare breed of human being who self-identities as a “hedonist.”
And they always phrase it like this: “I don’t know. I guess I’d describe myself as a hedonist.”
Man, here is all you need to know about these people: you definitely don’t want anything to do with them.
(I have for several days now been hecka indisposed, and busy with things all over town, and so on. But I’m coming back tomorrow.)
((In the meantime here are some pictures of my little sister and Dante and me in and around Portland.))
‘Cries and Whispers’ is (forgive me) a god darn masterpiece. Holy lord in heaven. When it ended I said aloud to no one: “WHOA. God. Yes.”
That’s Liv Ullmann, by the way, who is my girlfriend. Or anyway I’m in love with her. She’s also in ‘Persona’—which also rules.
So far I have watched:
. . . and I’m having a good old time, I’ll tell you that!
For some reason I think about ‘Winter Light’ the most. I don’t know why. I think about all of these films every day, but something about that particular one stands out in my mind. It’s so quiet and desperate and claustrophobic. Lord.
I recommend any and all of these. ‘Wild Strawberries’ and ‘The Seventh Seal’ are probably best to start with though~~
Guy just made movies nonstop. He made them his whole life. What a guy. Thanks, man. Rest in peace ☆彡
“Brand ambassador” is just another way of saying “worthless fraud”
To the woman in NW Portland who stole my favorite scarf: please, for God’s sake, can you toss it in a trashcan and send me the GPS coordinates? I love that scarf and I want it back! Hell: I’ve trained myself to not get too sentimental about material objects, but if you’ve still got it lying around your apartment or in your car or whatever, why not just tie it to a tree or throw it on the sidewalk and send me a picture of a nearby landmark?
If not: I will purchase a new one at Uniqlo when I’m in the Bay next week. And I won’t be happy about it either just so you know!!
Hey: Does anyone else get super freaked out when they see people eating while wearing headphones? This is insane to me. What a horrifying combination of sounds to have blasting away inside your skull!!
Knock it off!!!!