it's 90 degrees and raining outside. the lake looks like steel and i am sitting at my desk drinking a juice box and watching the clock. dave is watching movies in the screening room from the projection booth. everyone else is running around going insane about summer gala. when it happens this weekend, i fully intend on finding a nice crowded ( Read more... )

noelle sent me an email this morning, subject line: CAN YOU BELIEVE THESE ARE MADE OF TAPE???

hardly. i am pleased with them.


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one of the best things about boston was on monday night when jameson and i drank a lot of vodka, found a matchbook with a picture of george bush sr. on it, put on hats we found in the closet, went up to the roof, tried to burn the matchbook, failed because it was coated, and threw it (along with about 20 matches) over the roof ( Read more... )

one of the weirdest things about this festival is brazil. i don't mean the country, i mean the nickname, streetname, whatever the hell he thinks it is title that this one filmmaker goes by. about a week ago, we started getting phone calls from some woman named shelly who claimed to be some kid's publicity agent. she asked me on the phone if i was ( Read more... )

everything is absurdly exciting and i am kind of making myself sick with the joy of being alive. it's odd ( Read more... )

yesterday i went to the davis and thought to myself, crap i hope andrew doesn't work here anymore. nah, he's almost 22, why would he still be working at a movie theater? who is sweeping the floor but andrew? not as bony, and with a beard, but still andrew. i looked at him and smiled, waiting, annoyed. he looked at me twice before smiling and coming ( Read more... )

Me and Jiggs staring at the ceiling, the stars above the radar range ( Read more... )

last night i freaked out about these things ( Read more... )

Pick ten of your favorite movies! Go to IMDB, and post three of the plot keywords for each movie. Make your friends try to guess what movie it is ( Read more... )

the other day katie and i succumbed to all of the mental stress and frustration of april and went to the park across from the poetry garden at 8 at night. it was really dark and cold and katie's hips barely fit into the swing-seat and i pulled my sleeves down as far as i could to cover my knuckles. we swung and screamed and yelled obscenities as ( Read more... )