| ANACONDA - the most important artwork created in the history of humanity. |
[Jul. 15th, 2009|11:25 pm] |
Not only is Anaconda underrated, it's possibly the most important artwork created in the history of humanity. The depth of layers of symbolism, themes of romance, war, nature and the textural elements of the plot and cutting edge special effects. I recently went through the whole movie taking screen caps of my favourite moments.
John Voigt's performance in particular is staggeringly brilliant, his ability to capture the accent and characteristics of a mysterious serpent poacher from Panama. The dialogue itself is masterful; Ice Cube's final exquisite delivery of the phrase "Bitch!" as he delivers the final blow upon the serpent. The entire piece is a breakthrough representation not only of our mystical relationship with the reptiles, and an expose of phallic symbolism, but upon completion it transcends to a important exploration of the human condition.
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[Jul. 10th, 2007|10:35 am] |
time flys in this very alarming and painful progression. boston, the cold cold snowy nights, painting in the attic, the scorching dry heat of tennessee, hawaii coconuts other tiki paraphernalia, the girl from the tiki bar.. sonic youth at the pool, shocking waking nightmares on the greyhound to montreal to face the border patrol, drugs and visions and the people i've met and will never see again, and someday forget.
time doesn't wait. |
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[May. 11th, 2007|11:33 am] |
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a dome-shaped structure made of two inflatable membranes with a space in between. The mushroom mixture could be pumped into the space, cured, and left to produce a nicely insulated, fire-proof structure |
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[Apr. 5th, 2007|07:46 am] |
Personality Type
Average Extroversion
The Extroversion domain measures traits related to the enthusiasm and interest you show towards others. People who score high on this domain are outgoing and friendly; people who score low tend to be reserved and serious. You scored average on this domain indicating that you are fairly balanced in your desire to be with others or spend time alone. You are social, but not overly so, appreciating parties and other social gatherings as well as enjoying your alone time.
Average Emotional Stability
The Emotional Stability domain measures the way in which you react to stressful or emotional situations. People who score high on this domain are relaxed and fairly worry-free; people who score low have strong emotions and may be prone to sadness. You scored average on this domain indicating that you are generally a calm, secure person, happy with yourself. You remain outwardly calm during stressful situations, though you may feel frazzled on the inside. At times you may feel sad, angry or nervous, however you are usually able to keep these emotions in check.
Low Orderliness
The Orderliness domain measures your drive and organization. People who score high on this domain are organized and conscientious; people who score low are laid back and prefer to act spontaneously. You scored low on this domain indicating that you are an easy going person who does not place great value on organization or punctuality. You don't like to make a schedule and prefer to act more spontaneously, deciding what to do as options arise. Because you lack attention to detail, you may often be late to events and may make careless mistakes in your work.
High Accommodatiom
The Accommodation domain measures how you interact with others. People who score high on this domain are soft hearted and cooperative; people who score low tend to be more hard headed and competitive. You scored high on this domain indicating that you are a compassionate, tender hearted individual who is generally trusting of others. You are enjoyable to be around, get along with most anyone and forgive easily. You dislike conflicts and may avoid unpleasant topics of conversation because of this.
High Inquistiveness
The Inquisitiveness domain measures your openness to new experience. People who score high on this domain are curious and open minded; people who score low are more traditional and seek out the familiar. You scored high on this domain indicating that you welcome new experiences. You enjoy learning and doing new things. You have a broad range of interests, an active imagination and accept change in your life with relative ease. |
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| i fear |
[Mar. 14th, 2007|03:54 am] |
[ ] the dark (when im alone)
[ ] being single forever
[ ] being myself in front of others
[ ] open spaces
[x] closed spaces
[ ] heights
[ ] black cats
[ ] birds
[ ] fish
[ ] ants
[ ] driving
[ ] flying
[ ] flowers or other plants
[ ] being touched
[ ] fire
[x] dark water
[ ] the ocean
[ ] failure
[ ] success
[ ] thunder/lightning
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] my boyfriend/girlfriend's or (ex) boyfriend/girlfriend's dad
[ ] my boyfriend/girlfriend's or (ex) boyfriend/girlfriend's mom
[ ] mice/rats
[ ] jumping from high places
[ ] snow
[ ] rain
[ ] my mom
[ ] wind
[ ] cotton balls
[ ] cemeteries at night
[ ] clowns
[ ] large crowds
[ ] crossing bridges
[ ]death
[ ] dying alone
[ ] heaven
[ ] being robbed
[ ] men
[ ] women
[ ] having great responsibility
[ ] doctors
[ ] dentists
[ ] tornadoes
[ ] hurricanes
[x] diseases
[x] snakes
[x] sharks
[x] guns
[ ] friday the 13th
[ ] being stuck where you are
[ ] ghosts
[ ] halloween
[x] school
[ ] trains or railroads
[ ] odd numbers
[ ] even numbers
[ ] being alone at night
[x] being blind
[ ] being deaf
[ ] growing up
[ ] monsters under my bed
[ ] creepy noises in the night.
[ ] bee stings..
[ ] not accomplishing my dreams/goals
[ ] blood
[x] someone you love or care about getting hurt
[x] puking
[x] losing a love
[ ] spiders
[ ] feet
[ ] needles
[ ] falling down the stairs
[ ] drowning
[ ] ladders |
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| DREAM |
[Jan. 17th, 2007|11:29 am] |
two nights ago i had this dream that i was being chased, hunted by all the townspeople. it was a large town, kind of on a hill. i was trying to escape the angry townspeople like frankenstein or something. i looked over my shoulder, many of the people were standing atop the clouds, following me. perhaps i was being chased by the gods. i hid in the observatory.
last night
possibly one of the strangest dreams i have ever experienced.
i was at the mouth of some sort of crevasse, a mine or some sort. people, my father, others, were trying to persuade me from entering the mine, but i replied with some sort of "i must know the truth".
i climbed into some sort of mine cart or tram and descended into the abyss. as i entered the bowels of the world, the walls were much like the run down walls of the boston subway system. exposed piping, deteriorating surfaces, peeling paint. as i descended further, the environment began to include tropical fish tanks, translucent back lit blue water, coral, beautiful expensive fish. these tanks were placed among the exposed pipes, or used as pillars supporting the cavern. the further i descended, the fish tanks became a more prominent park of the architecture.
finally i think i made it to the bottom, a huge cavern with a yellow sand base. suddenly i was attacked by two robotic monsters. one was a cross between a piglet and a crocodile. the other one, i think, may have been david bowie, in robot form. they were attacking me.. i didn't know what to do.
and then this voice bellowed:
"do what you do"
you are what you are
i am what i am
do what you do
i do what i do.
it was the solution, not necessarily how to survive the attack, but more just a way of approaching the attack. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2006|12:59 pm] |
The horror.. the horror..
Life is bitter-sweet. Hideous, remarkable. |
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[Aug. 30th, 2006|03:53 pm] |
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you're a hideous thing inside |
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[Jul. 11th, 2006|04:49 pm] |
"I am lying here in the dark waiting for death.."
There I lay in the warm womb of my comfortable bed. Surrounded by the treasured possessions. The sun streaming in through the windows, the explosive blossom of the morning clouds. Half awake in the blissful puppy state of knowing that you can lie there forever in the warmth of peaceful surroundings, your lovers arms.
Suddenly- violent thrashing of meaty fist against the wall. The whole room shakes, a grey-brown toxic cloud undoubtedly filled with acid rain leaps in front of the sun, the warm antenatal fuzziness is replaced with intense clear horror of the shocking sound and the sudden presence of reality. The voice of Satan rings out low and deep through the walls
"The carriers are coming! Get out, the carriers are on their way!"
Unfortunately, this was only the beginning.
Deracinated physically and metaphorically. But I guess it's character-building.
Although I enjoy these ridiculous metaphorical abstract spiels that I've been putting up there, they are completely self-indulgent and repulsive. Nonetheless, I enjoy the process.. in conclusion, I hope that my life will be restored to the divinely transcendental state that it once held.
Wish me luck as I try to sneak into a new world of splendour.. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|05:00 am] |
transcription:
I had a small portion, had to leave. The savages weren't friendly in these parts. My brain began to slide, but in the way french slides off the well-trained tongue. I should have explored deeper, but I am young and misinformed.
Icy air refreshing to the lung, but biting to the skin and chilling the bones. Post-rain stillness hung in the air like jello, taxis frozen solid at red lights, asians shaking umbrellas, night lights mirrored on the slick road.
Delightful artificial contentment.
Taxi home through a tunnel of curved trees and wet roads, the usual confused foreign driver like a cardboard cutout. The same driver you find every weekend at 4am.
A small fire and excited talk that always comes before sunrise when you push all your chips forward and spin the chamber.
But the sun does rise, the gong rings out, you do your buttons up, arrange your features and put your feet back on the ground, step back into the queue of mortals, baceria, fish, rats, chimps, more chimps. |
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[May. 24th, 2006|03:02 pm] |
and when you fall in love with me
we can dig a hole by the willow tree
then i will fuck you until you die
and bury you and kiss this town goodbye
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[Apr. 10th, 2006|11:30 pm] |
A foul smelling man appears at the door. His opaque black eyes and sharpened orange teeth were juicy outcroppings in his leathery face. He leans forward extending his arm toward me, at the end of the arm are five skeletal fingers with bulging knuckles thrusting forth a tattered document.
"Search Warrant, etc etc etc etc, some official signature down the bottom."
I step back and tilt my head to a bow, extend my trembling arm to usher the filthy man inside. He excretes a grunt of thanks or disappointment and jabs his long sharp legs through my door and penetrates my thick dusty carpet.
I pull the four inch blade from the shelf and enter it under his ribs with a hollow puff. He doubles over and dribbles his red syrup into a pool on the floor. Muffled raspy cries escape his gnashing mouth.
Man down now, time to move out. I drag his greasy corpse into the dumb waiter and elevate it half way between ground and first. Should be a week before the smell is noticeable.
Shoes, one pair, clothing one pair, some extra underwear. My wallet, my watch, a bar of soap. I glance at the condoms in my bedside draw, I guess it's a possibility, I pack them too. A cloud of black smoke and the barking then purring of the exhaust and i'm away, at the border by sunset.
Several days on the road, melting into one unmemorable dawn-dusk of deja vu. I order the one with the lot at the diner, the fat lady in white smiles at me with her ugly blue makeup and black teeth. Twelve hours later I stop at another diner, get a coffee, the same lady, the same teeth. The same fat kid with those thick glasses that I thought no one had these days drops the ice cream out of his cone onto the red-white checker tiles.
Driving along the endless plane, the desert, the only things that exist are the eternal blackness and the white dotted line that cuts your lower vision in two.
I start to get the fucking shakes, heavy lids, and swerve the machine off the road. I turn the motor off and the silence strikes me like a bucket of icy water. Half-awake on my back, sand in my shoes I see the stars overhead, points of light on the black dome. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2006|12:41 am] |
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i'd do an entry but i'm kinda tired. |
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| merry chris smith, mr walrence, merry crisp chips |
[Feb. 12th, 2006|12:10 pm] |
here i am in my 5 star office with stainless steel electronic pencil sharpener and marbel onsuite, and what a fine sunday afternoon it is.
okay, my updates are thus.., i'm staying with my grandparents at the moment but i think i've found a place to stay. it's a guy called luke, nice guy, nice house, reasonably priced. hopefully i'll be able to move in before the week is out.
i'll come down to b;dale sometime this week to get the rest of my stuff.
uni starts in the last week of feb or something. should be a ball.
haven't written stuff in here for 1000 years.
do do doobie doo la de darrr dunbar doo.
did anyone catch crazyjim's wacky party?
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even though i'm editing this entry, i'll leave the marbel as it is, since i bothered to write that comment.
at uni i'm going to do some unit called "The Geometric Aspects of General Relativity". in the wise words of toffa, should be grauss.
also
SNOWBALL HAS GONE MISSING! IF YOU HAVE FOUND SNOWBALL (PICTURED BELOW) PLEASE SEND HIM TO HIS MOTHER. HIS MOTHER HAS BEEN LOOKING FOR HIM FOR MONTHS CLAIMING THAT "MY SON HAS DISAPPEARED AND NOW I CAN NO LONGER FEAST ON THE SWEET SWEET TASTE OF HIS FRESHLY-MADE TEA." IF YOU FIND SNOWBALL (PICTURED BELOW), PLEASE WARN HIM TO FIND A BETTER HIDING PLACE.
READ MORE HERE. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2006|06:22 pm] |
snowball's party
I remember very little of this, and what i do remember is probably out of order.
So andrew gives me a call "git over here for a toff" and i reply "chuck us some petrol" to which he replied "schweet" to which i replied "schweet".
so i drive there, we sit back on the poolside, smoked a couple of blunts i had a few pepsis to accent the pot. cola goes down so nicely with it. we waited for things to cool out, then off to snowball's (we wanted a toffa run but he bailed).
dropped back at my place briefly to get a bag o' goon, and my partial constume (a scarfe).
went to snowballs, but it was dead. lennon jones, snowball, geoffo (now known as "Don"), that was about it. everyone was standing around acting like they had shit in their pockets (and there was no food available, and i was very hungry [post-pot hunger]) so i dashed home, got some foods into me from the old dining table. strummed a guitar, cleaned some pipes, combed my long flowing moustache, and then drove back there.
t'was night now, and somewhat more active. jake was there, but also nigel and his ghastly crew. i stood around making polite conversation for a while, talking to the odd person, although the whole vibe was awkward. there were 3 colliding groups. nigel and his sad-sack droogs, snowball's sister and drew (drew?), and then the rest, who were basically the usual bunch, plus that trev guy.
anyway, things rolled along in a fairly standard fashion until a few bongs and joints became lit and then the thing started.
activities included sitting around the fire talking crap, hide and seek, wandering around in a daze. the usual. attempts at blind man's bluff.
at one stage i got somewhat TOO stoned and ran away, left the property, went for a walk around the block until the ground became steady again.
really, i don't remember much.
notes on the lennon factor:
i remember doing a few lennon impersonations. everyone seemed to find them funny, even lennon himself chuckled a little. although then again, everything is funny when you're stoned. i don't think lennon touched a bong the whole night, nor any alcohol (he was driving about constantly) so that may describe why he was such a sad sack (see entry). also might explain why we were all so out of it and intense and unfocussed.
at one stage when the grand lennon impersonations were in full swing i remember glancing over at him and he looked hurt and unhappy. my first thought was "what? this ridiculous crap is actually offending him? he actually relates to this unrealistic portrayal? how strange..". the impersonations have become such a warped art form these days that they have little or no relevance to the original inspiration. in fact, i had completely forgotten until that point what exactly i was talking about. i saw that the poor lad wasn't taking it so well, so i put an end to it. although i may have continued on later in the night (it's all kinda sketchy).
a whole lot of people disappeared. we went inside to watch joker poker. i ran away, came home, went to bed.
i gotta stop smoking that crap. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2005|05:20 pm] |
SNOWBALL HAS BEEN LOCATED! IF YOU
SEE HIM, TELL HIM THAT HE HAS BEEN
LOCATED! SNOWBALL HAS BEEN FOUND.
YES, THIS IS JUST AN EXCUSE TO POST
ANOTHER IMAGE OF SNOWBALL. SNOWBALL
HAS BEEN FOUND, IF YOU WANT HIM RETURNED
PLEASE COLLECT HIM FROM THE BREC CENTER
LOST AND FOUND BOOTH. SNOWBALL (PICTURED
BELOW) HAS BEEN LOCATED, HE WAS FOUND BY
A GROUP OF YOUTHS HIDING IN A CARDBOARD
BOX NEAR COLES. PLEASE COLLECT IF HE
IS YOURS. HE WILL THEN BE DELIVERED TO
THE VETS AND PUT DOWN IN 10 DAYS IF
NOT COLLECTED OR CLAIMED.
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[Dec. 2nd, 2005|03:08 pm] |
SNOWBALL HAS DISAPPEARED AGAIN!
if you see snowball (pictured below), please inform him
that he has disappeared again.
everyone has disappeared.
andrew has gone off to greener pastures. i desperately
need to pay toppo a visit.
mayumies is coming down though. :3 |
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[Dec. 1st, 2005|11:52 pm] |
HE LIVES UNDER THE BRIDGE
HE EATS FLOWERS AND STICKS
NOW THAT IT IS FINISHED
HE JUST WANTS TO BE LEFT ALONE
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[Nov. 28th, 2005|02:17 am] |
WHERE IS SNOWBALL
Snowball has officially gone missing. If
you have seen snowball (pictured below)
please tell him to contact me urgently as
i have to inform him about changes in the
stock market.
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