Sunday, March 13, 2005

Here's a shot from the last two sessions, you'll notice the work was concentrated on my left buttock/thigh area. The pain intensifies as we work our way towards the inside of my thigh, I'm not looking forward to the next session or two.

Just caught Wong Kar Wai's "2046". I don't think it's his best work but it was certainly a beautiful film, it's characters full of aloofness and unfulfilled longing. The narrator Chow Mo Wan (played wonderfully by Tony Leung) is held captive by his memories, a man unaware he is merely chasing ghosts. It made me uneasy to watch his story unfold. I sank low in my chair and squirmed uncomfortably. I suppose it's because his character speaks to me, with his misdirected affections and his calculated coldness. I see myself in him...

Saturday, March 05, 2005

DONNA: Do you think that if you were falling in space you would slow down after a while or go faster and faster?
LAURA: Faster and faster. For a long time you wouldn't feel anything. Then you would burst into fire... forever.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Ok, ok - so my blog has become a tattoo blog. That just happens to be the most interesting thing going on in my life right now. Do you want to hear about the trucks rumbling past my window at night? The dirty clothes accumulating on my bedroom floor? The wind screaming down my street kicking up trash? There are no tales of adventure and glory for a cubicle warrior like myself. The faces on the subway are a sinister blur, the voice mumbles something unintelligible and distant over the loudspeaker. Another day passes like a dream.

And I'm tired of talking about politics, about the latest news, the latest technology. What good has it done me? What good has it done anyone around me? Goddamn information overload. I'm a recovering information junky. The nonsense streams into me and I helplessly channel it to the rest of you, a digital sneeze brought on by the information bug.

What's that you say? A story? Maybe I do have a story or two. I feel these things in me, sometimes a glimmer in the darkness, sometimes a heavy and uneasy gravity, always mysterious. I let them bubble and ooze beneath the surface, but lately it feels like something just might boil over.

We'll have to wait and see.

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