did Hollywood kill vintage creativity?

or in other words, Persistence of Vision.
(and my answer is no)

"I address you all tonight as you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers."1

I read a book where Georges Méliès2 told me that Prometheus was set free, Prometheus who gave fire to man and gave us light to project our films.

In another book I read, "At the heart of cinema are machines that, in essence, pull a strip of sensitive plastic past a light."3

In my favorite book we honored the growers of turnips.4


I no longer droop from weariness/wariness of my dreams. I have a secret bad dream journal where all my nightmares go. The little booklet hides deep in a recess where no one can find it. When I write my dreams into it they lose their power. There's nothing better than taking power from the nasty night frights. A doctor I went to for heart burn told reminded me that I should have a bedtime ritual. I've started drawing a picture every night before I go to bed, I make it something whimsical and as I tuck the covers under my chin I imagine dreaming about my whimsical drawing. It hasn't happened yet but my imagination is coming to life.

Will you dream with me, please? This year can we imagine the fantastical, the wondrous, the unstoppable? Can we dance with Godzilla in the New York City streets, can we march through the hills, and craft houses like wild things? Can we speak beaded words and braid documentary tales and watch watch watch whales?

YES!

Everything,
EVERYTHING
is possible.


1. The Invention of Hugot Cabret by Brian Selznick, page 506.

2. Georges Méliès was a magician who quickly realized the magic of film. He is most famous for his 1902 film "A Trip to the Moon" which you might have seen revisited in the Smashing Pumpkins' Tonight, Tonight music video.

3. Page three of my very first film textbook, Film Art an Introduction 7th Edition by David Bordwell and Kristin Thompson.

4. The last in the Chronicles of Prydain series.

WHY
have we made our lives so stuffy and insided?

WHY
do I not live in a tree house?

the weatherman talked about refinancing

One day as we were laying out in the soft, vivid grass, giant thunder clouds rumbled from horizon to horizon. Dark grey, billowing heaviness like a story book land over our heads. And from the clouds it started to rain kites. Beautiful colors, pinks and greens and reds and blues. Kites falling from heaven trailing their tails. You've never seen a sight like it. I'll draw it for you someday. Or better yet, maybe someday you will be there with me, laying in the grass when the thunder clouds come.

apollo can smell that girl's couscous

Sometimes I look at our youth (as in the youth we possess and not an age group of people) and I think we've become renaissance men. I don't mean in aristotelian or neo-platonistic ways, I'm bored by those ideas right now. I mean we're becoming jack-of-all-trades-like. I was talking to a friend the other day who has at least six jobs. They relate to Twitter, illegal french fries, socks, and stuffed animals. KB is working on the start-up of an Esty shop because she restores antiques and paints furniture (as well as being the cutest usher you ever did see). She says, "Why not make money doing what we like?"
Of course, the fact that we all have a million jobs may have something to do with the economy.
But before economy, when I was only sweat-shop-work aged, I dreamed of hanging my artwork up outside and selling them to people. It seemed much more appealing than selling lemonade. I figured out I could clothes pin my drawings to hangers and string them up across the front yard. I chickened out.

I plan on all-trading-it for a lot of my life. I like it.

remind me later to tell you my story about the kites.

today our dear six year old monster was brain storming on birthday presents for a friend. Laquina told him his friend liked the ocean. Monster said, "I can't get him the ocean."

chinatown

I saw a lot of snowy mountains last night.

Ender and I had a friend (C.) from far away staying at a little mountain resort town very near.
Remember this?

Yeah, well, there's another one.
Ender and I took my roommate's classy vehicle and I wove us through the twisty roaded vista. I can report that I did well, I made sure not to park by any Porsches just to be safe and I am now considering a career as a shuttle driver. Because when C. and his friend M. (if you don't want my blog to turn into an alphabet you should start picking pseudonyms for yourself) went to see a movie for ninety minutes, Ender and I got bored with trying to find free parking and just drove around. We listed the movie stars we thought it would be fun to see. Cate Blanchett, Uma Thurman, Bill Murray, Zooey Deschanel...

tempt me

The bakery.

Can be boring because all I do is sweep but I love the customers. Sometimes they tell me all about their lives when I don't even prompt them.

Today a middle aged woman came in and got a donut and a soda. "I really shouldn't be doing this but I'm just so stressed. Do other students feel this way?"
"Oh yes, yes, we all feel that way."
"Oh good, I'm glad I'm not the only one. I just was having such a stressful day and I called my son to see if I could stop by and get a hug but he said he was at school, we go to different colleges you know, and so I came here. To have a treat."
"Well, sometimes a treat just does the trick."

"Hables español ?" another woman asked me.
"Uhhhhhhh...uno poquito."
We tried to sort out the bus schedule together. I knew how to say le auto bus because that's something you say to a five year old who's kind of bi-lingual but everything else was all fuzzy and frenchy. I should work on that.

"I shouldn't be getting all these donuts and cookies," said one man, "this could be bad for my health."
"Oh no, these are all very good for you!" I said confidently, "These are full of vitamins!"
He looked me in the eyes for a second and said, "You are very good at lying."
"Thank you."

Someone else tried to tell me about a donut boiled in dulce de leche called a queen's arm. His wife kept telling him I didn't know what he was talking about. It's true, I kind of didn't. He also told me that he can eat lots of sweets and then eat some celery or lechuga before he tests his blood sugar and the celery fixes everything! Makes it go waaaaayyyyy down. He assured me that he's tested his own blood long enough to know what's going on. I told him to enjoy his lechuga.