CBS.com has started showing "Twin Peaks"... they have truly stolen my heart! Yes, it's hard to find time to do anything these days, much less go to the movies (which is something I adore) and watching a good show on the telly. Well, thank goodness for fucks sake, that the internet has everything I've ever imagined and more.
Not only do I get to skip the crowds and watch New Releases online (no I won't tell you where I get my movies from), but to know that the best show in television history is now available online for easy viewing pleasure. What a great way to kill 40 (work) min. (teehee) Laura Palmer lives.
Now,I won't get into all of the crappy/trashy television shows I've come addicted to, but there are episodes upon episodes of all this deliciousness right at your fingertips. I used to think that cosmo and m&m's were the answer to all of my life's worries, and well for the most part YES...but add your favorite novella to the mix, and you got pure hormone heaven.
Growing up, The Muppets and Sesame Street were the biggest influences on me. If they were silly, so was I. If they counted to 10, so did I. If they sang happy songs about butterflies or mashed potatoes...so did I. They were my heroes. Jim Henson was a big part of my childhood growing up. I miss the simple imagery, brightly colored and personality driven charachters he created. His work will forever be a scar on the lives, and careers of many. I wonder if Matthew Furie was heavily influenced by Jim Henson...duh. Almost like a mix of warped muppets and 80's glam-nostalgia. He's one of my favorite artists, and I just wanted to share one of his pieces.
And here is one of Jim Hensons commercials from way back when about La Choy Oriental Food featuring a wonderful dragon. So weird and entertaining...very silly and I like!
Ever have one of those dreams where you're falling? I have to say those are some of the scariest moments of a waking, or sleeping life.
Last night I was walking through a dark road. The road was washed up with broken signs and garbage. The further I walked, I realized it was a dead end road leading nowhere. Instead f turning back I kept walking onward.
As I continued to walk, I could hear strange sounds rustling in the trees surrounding the road, so I started running. Just as I was approaching the dead end, I began falling and falling. I never quite landed, but just kept falling and saw only the sky, darkness and light.
Now usually, when it's a dream in which I'm falling I feel that I wake up right away. This time, it wasn't the case. I'm not sure if I continued to fall, or if I began dreaming of something else, however I continued to sleep and woke up at my usual time.
I remembered my dream quite clearly, and the first thing I thought of was the song "Falling" by Julie Cruise, and of course what Laura Palmer said when asked
Donna: "Do you think that if you were falling in space... that you'd slow down after a while, or go faster and faster"?
Laura: Faster and faster... until after a while you wouldn't feel anything... and then your body would just burst into fire. And the angel's wouldn't help you, 'cause they've all gone away...
Please enjoy this lovely song by Julie Cruise:
You can find some more Twin Peaks/Lynch music on my personal music page here:
‘When I was younger, my grandmother asked me if it was better to go through life chasing a dream that will never come to fruition or never having a dream to chase. She later attempted to clear out a restaurant with a two-hour wait by holding a Bic lighter into the air and chanting “fire, fire.” Here’s to the chase. –Grant Barnhart
I am so busy these days and just wanted to share some visual inspration. Beauty surrounds us everyday. Even the open road has something to offer the senses. Driving to work is a different experience each day. My son, being with him and loving him means something new to me each time we talk or spend time together. There's not a single waking moment that is a waste, it's all worth it.
There's is always something to wake up to. We might feel depressed, unloved or worthless...still, there is something for us as long as our hearts are still beating...there is no rest for the wicked.
Life is just as strange as it is amazing. We have to have a pure, open mind when approaching life. If you take the time to sit, breathe and swim in your own thoughts, you could actually hear what quiet is like. It's like a hum on a humid night...full moon, and swaying trees. Quiet is that soothing rhythmic heart beat that lasts nonaseconds, to only collapse into one long extended note...it's constant.
When the quiet is audible, I think of words and images...it's as natural as blood flow, and stagnant like a vast open lake. The images morph into words and create stories inside my head.
Sometimes the quiet is drowned out by things in our daily life. It's when the quiet is drowned, that I search for visual images, or mental images created by other people.
It's cool to find inspiration in yourself, in the world, and the people that surround you. Don't close the door on any idea, you are not godly...be accepting of others, you never fucking know.
I’m starting to evolve; in my own way. I notice a difference in my sleeping patterns and in my habits, in general. My atoms are exploding, and my stamina…solid with a soft edge. I’ll cry in the rain and laugh in the moonlight. It’s a woman thing, a cosmic thing. I’m in love with the idea of the unknown, and am in love with the unknown being something really wonderful.
The trees gently sway as ribbons of rain scatter through oxygen that we breathe – so nurturing. And even though the sun is out, it can’t be seen. Crying in the rain is comforting to me. My eyes are heavy, and my heart so tender, it’s sensitive to anything gentle that I know. It does feel as if my atoms are exploding, and in a way they are. Weeping is an internal combustion, that extends externally with tears.
Soft billowy sheets that cradle every waking curve of my body; I’m surrounded by darkness as the skies’ water softly taps at my window in steady beat. The clouds, now that’s a different story. The clouds envelop me…warm like my mother’s kind arms that rocked me to sleep with melodic lullabies, and soft like her kisses.
Here’s the thing: my cries don’t last. The thoughts don’t last. They drift in and out, as scurried as the weather. Rain be it one day, and sunshine the next. Cloudy some, blizzardy another.
I enjoy the changes…because even though my emotions shift, my heart remains tranquil, and complete.
I don't expect anything less from Joel/Ethan Coen. Really, the movie was smart, edgy and in true Coen form...dark and humorous. Because Joel and Ethan Coen are among my top 5 favorite movie directors, I have to say that the foundation reminded me most of their film Hudsucker Proxy (1994). Take a silly idea, and turn it into something profound and messy.
Hardbodies (hahahaha) ok, now you know these directors have a strange sense of humor when a large portion of the film's premise takes place inside of a local gym called Hardbodies where Linda (Frances McDormand) and Chad (Brad Pitt) both work.
Linda needs a change, she's an Internet dater, and plastic surgery is in her future, but unfortunately she doesn't have the financial support to make it happen. Her boss (who happens to have a crush on her) won't advance her salary so she is very limited.
Chad is a hyper-active bike riding, exercise junky who comes across a cd left in the woman's locker room. Chad and his co-workers open the cd, and find that it's filled with "secret codes". Chad convinces Linda that they can get money for it if they can figure out who it belongs to. They believe the cd holds top secret information that is worth a reward and Chad tells her that this can be the answer to her plastic surgery dreams.
Enter Osbourne Cox (John Malkovich) a hot-tempered man who just lost his job for being an alcoholic, and has to break the news to his uptight wife, Katy (Tilda Swinton). When asked what his future plans are, he tells her that he plans to write a memoir. Katy isn't happy with her husbands plan to sponge off of her salary, in fact she hasn't been happy with him for some time and is planning to divorce her husband to be with Harry (George Clooney), who is also married to a seemingly well-respected children's book author. Harry is a fan of Internet dating, whose hobbies involve sex toys and jogging.
Chad and Linda find out that the owner of the cd is Osbourne Cox, and try to black mail him. Osbourne won't budge, so instead the 2 Hardbody employees seek answers, and a large reward, only to make a visit to the Russian Embassy.
Blackmail, sex toys, murder, and a cat/mouse game that executes maliciously innocent and tasty on the big screen.
I love this movie, it's definately one of the FUNNIEST Coen's since Fargo, and IMO, Fargo is one of the smartest films in history. I hate over using the term "dark commedy", but that's exactly what it is.
I think I fell in love with every single charachter because each charachter was so different from one another - they all had their quirks. As much as I was disgusted, I was also amused and entertained.
One last thought that makes me hurl and laugh out loud:
There's a song stuck in my head, and the song is written by my loving husband. I believe the name of the song is called "MOTH" or something of the sort. The chorus is "there's a moth in my head" with a strange echo that sounds fluttered, much like a moth would. Anyway, I really dig that song.
And since I'm on the subject of songs, let me tell you about a song that makes me feel as if I'm a free woman sitting on the edge of a beach covered in stars and black eyeliner: Dirty Boots by Sonic Youth. Yes, that song makes me feel sexy and free. I don't think I've ever noted that song as making me feel so sultry, however it does.
Here's why: I can close my eyes, that in which the music will take me to a point in my life that I might not have ever lived, but dreamed. You see, there are some thoughts in my head that drown; literally drown. Those thoughts are so muddled and blurred that I can hardly tell if they were real, or something imagined/dreamed. This might seem strange to you, but once you give birth, work full time, cook homeade dinners, volunteer your extra time, are engaged with your child and husbands life, find time for yourself to write a little...have a drink, hear some sounds and chill you might feel the same at my age.
Right now, I am concentrating on the Presedential election, and am doing my part to lobby for my man, Obama. I stand behind him during this race not because he is "hope", but because I feel it's important that McCain not be our President. Having said this, I have felt that Obama's issues appeal more to my standard of living, so in turn I am naturally going to support his canidancy and he is my choice; he has my vote, and I am proud to speak on his behalf, however no matter who you feel is the right person for the job, it's important to cast your vote on election day.
Since I already blogged on the subject of Obama, I think I should get past that subject.
New thought: I am organizing an invitational art show, and hope that the people who will be invited to show will have some interest in showing. I know that Richard Hyslin and Chris Leonard both agreed to show, and they are amazing artists, so it looks like it will be a nice art show. Now please listen, the town I work in is pretty vacant in the arts; no doubt. I am tired of my job constantly juggling the business circa, so decided to add some art/culture to the mix. I was voted as chair for this committee, and even though I feel someone else should have been given that duty I accepted, and since then have taken this committee in a different direction. My job usually consists of PR, Marketing, Photos and Newsletters. It will be refreshing to add an art show to my duties, and am excited about it. Hopefully City Council and Mayor will attend the event and see that this town that I work in is in desperate need of an art venue. It really is - it's the one thing this town MAJORLY lacks, besides a bookstore and good coffee. I have never been in an environment so stuffy, and "art-free". Hopefully some of my ideas will bring some attention to the cultural art center me and others spoke to council about a few weeks ago. We will see...
