August 2nd, 2009
T and I went to Shibuya yesterday with the original purpose of seeing Slumdog Millionaire. When we arrived we found that contrary to what the website for Metropolis claimed, it was no longer being shown at our theatre. After visiting and phoning several other theatres in Tokyo we were forced to conclude we'd have to wait to see it on DVD.
Not wanting the day to be a total bust, we settled on doing a little shopping and catching the Wrestler, which turned out to be excellent.
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July 25th, 2009
T and I went for a rather nice little walk around our neighborhood the other night, me with my D80 and flash, and she with her Ricoh. She got a number of nice shots, particularly near the main thoroughfare near our apartment. I took a few there as well that I liked, but this was the first one that grabbed my eye that night.
It feels good to be slowly getting back into photography after a rather long hiatus.
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June 13th, 2009
I distrust summaries, any kind of gliding through time, any too great a claim that one is in control of what one recounts; I think someone who claims to understand but who is obviously calm, someone who claims to write with emotion recollected in tranquility, is a fool and a liar. To understand is to tremble. To recollect is to reenter and be riven. An acrobat after spinning through the air in a mockery of flight stands erect on his perch and mockingly takes his bow as if what he is being applauded for was easy for him and cost him nothing, although meanwhile he is covered with sweat and his smile is edged with a relief chilling to think about; he is indulging in a show-business style; he is pretending to be superhuman. I am bored with that and with where it has brought us. I admire the authority of being on one's knees in front of the event.
Harold Brodkey
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April 19th, 2009
I find the interactions between people fascinating. Who speaks to whom, who ignores whom. How the reaction of someone can change completely depending on who they're interacting with. Often it matters very little the content of what's been said, but the biases that people bring with them to the conversation. He was a dick to me when I first met him, so even if he has just said the most profound thing I've heard all day, it's not going to affect me as much as if someone else had said it.
This is the sort of thing I think about: how can one adjust what they're saying, the way they're saying it, the style, the syntax, in order to reach their audience. Over concentration on this has perhaps lent my personality a bit of a chameleon quality: it shifts depending on whom I speak to. I'd like to think though that the basic message of what I say doesn't change, however, just the form that I deliver it in.
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February 27th, 2009
Adam Carolla, former co-host of Loveline, was removed from the airwaves last Friday when his morning talk show was replaced. I've never been a fan of morning radio that doesn't consist exclusively of songs I can rock out to, but there was something different about his show. It was addictive, amusing, and sometimes even moving. Adam Carolla brought the same interest in the intricacies of the English language, and his propensity to rant--often with great hilarity--on nearly any subject as he displayed during his time at Loveline, and coupled these attributes with a more grown-up sensibility. Gone were segments like the infamous Lightning Rounds (something I personally couldn't stand). Sadly, I only found the Adam Carolla Show several months before its cancellation, but in those several months it became a major part of my rather meager podcast rotation.
Happily, after his cancellation on Friday, he's started his own podcast, which you can find here. It isn't as focused as his radio show was, but that's to be expected: it's only him, his friend, and whatever guests he can talk into coming on the "show." If you were a fan of Loveline, or of the Man Show, or of any of the myriad other productions he was a part of, give it a listen. His brand of humor isn't for everyone, but for those who enjoy what he does, there are very few who are any better.
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