The Labyrinthine

June 30, 2010

state of being

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Julien Pacaud – 66 Polaroids that never existed

It’s kind of how I feel this morning.  Jumpy, or….fidgety.  And I keep landing in places bouncy.

fidg.et.y

– adjective

1. restless; impatient; uneasy.

2. nervously and excessively fussy.

Maybe taking adderall so early in the day wasn’t such a good idea.  I feel as if I cannot contain myself.

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Meta Meticulous

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The girl who sits across from me in class has very short cropped hair, and she brings lose graph papers to class to take notes.  She uses some kind of fountain pen, in black and green.  I noticed her first for her little 3D colored graphs that she draws in between her notes.  The graphs are meticulously drawn, and very attractive.  The lines she draws are very straight, the dots she fills her graph boxes with all measure the same.  The linear creativity in contrast to her simple script handwriting is so beautiful that sometimes I find it hard to take my eyes away from her papers.  It’s funny, I always notice hands, but I don’t recall how her hands look because I get so distracted by what she does with hers in paper. Her hands always moving, always drawing, eyes squinted in concentration.  I wondered if she was actually paying attention to the material because every time she looks up from her paper, she looks lost, as if she just wants to go back to the daze.  She does smile back when I throw one over, but I think they are cursory for her.

She, with her graph papers, and riveting abyss is beautiful <3.

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June 29, 2010

Matinee Movie

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I always thought that there is something absolutely effervescent about catching the matinee movies at the theater, akin to being privy to a secret.  Now if it’s an old movie you’re re-experiencing for nostalgic purposes then even better, because you can go on and claim the secret  as a joyous/bittersweet or as you will.  When I think about it, just the notion of a secret makes my stomach flutter and I’d always opt for it over the alternative.  In any case, I loved how Jorge sketched this one, specially the classic red panel for a cozy ambiance, that always makes me yearn for large screens and popcorn.

The other day while passing by a lonely diner at a restaurant eating by himself, Ben commented “that is so beautiful; I love that” or something to that effect.  I asked him why eating/dining by oneself would be a good thing instead of a sad thing, and he construed that it probably meant that the diner is there for the sole joy of experiencing the food itself, rather than the company or other factors.  I thought that was lovely (as I think most of his thoughts are).  Anyway, that was my attempt to explicate my sentiment about matinees :-)

June 28, 2010

A Dialog About a Dialog

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A: Absorbed in our discussion of immortality, we had let night fall without lighting the lamp, and we couldn’t see each other’s faces. With an offhandedness or gentleness more convincing than passion would have been, Macedonio Fernandez’ voice said once more that the soul is immortal. He assured me that the death of the body is altogether insignificant, and that dying has to be the most unimportant thing that can happen to a man. I was playing with Macedonio’s pocketknife, opening and closing it. A nearby accordion was infinitely dispatching La Comparsita, that dismaying trifle that so many people like because it’s been misrepresented to them as being old. . . . I suggested to Macedonio that we kill ourselves, so we might have our discussion without all the racket.

Z: (mockingly) But I suspect that at the last moment you reconsidered.

A: (now deep in mysticism) Quite frankly, I don’t remember whether we committed suicide that night or not.

[From Collected Fictions, by Jorge Luis Borges, translated by Andrew Hurley Collected Fictions]

June 27, 2010

Enchanted

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Enchanted dolls by Marina Bychkova

Since I’ve left childhood (some would find that debatable, but in any case), I’d lost my fascination with dolls.  Specially the barbie and her gazillion replicas.  God, I hate barbies.  Anyway, it was quite a pleasant surprise to encounter these enchanted dolls.  And I do find them enchanting.  They look lifeless in a very beautiful, frou frou way.  I am now trying to convert my niece to prefer them over aforementioned frivolous barbies, but she keeps asking me why most of them have no clothes and filled with tattoos on their bodies.  sigh.

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June 25, 2010

Band-Aid – the epitome

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this is why I love you so…

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…and we did :-)

June 20, 2010

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I just rediscovered this and remembered that Ben and I talked about this scene the first time we met.  Because it was beautifully relevant :]

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Oh dear lord.  Logan Lerman?  Seriously?  This adaptation is already depressing.

June 19, 2010

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