After viewing “Wild at Heart” for the first time, I’ve realized that I don’t think I like David Lynch films. IMHO, they glorify murder, sexual violence, male domination, abusive parents, crying, blood, and otherwise graphic, emotional images, all for the sake of some sort of “love conquers all” moralistic ending, and I’m just not into it. I enjoyed “Twin Peaks” but everything else I’ve seen has just been an overwhelmingly uncomfortable experience. Don’t feel obligated to explain the Lynchian aesthetic, or how good art isn’t comfortable; I feel like I get it, I just don’t enjoy it. Maybe I just like television-appropriate David Lynch work.
Today I learned that I don’t like Titus Andronicus, that the Built to Spill station on Spotify plays them A LOT, and that there are a limited number of songs you can skip in an hour (6).
Today, out of boredom/morbid interest, I applied for a credit card. My application wasn’t automatically declined! It’s “pending further review”!
Another semester bites the dust.
Whitney & I cleaned & then put up the Seasonal Cactus.
Maybe I’ll get the disposable camera from the Grand Canyon developed, that would be a nice thing to do.
I have so many undeveloped rolls from so many years ago, rotting in plastic sandwich baggies. I used to shoot a couple rolls a week on shitty thrift store point-and-shoots, then a beautiful borrowed 1970s Nikon F, then a heartbreaking golden ’80s Yashica vacation-shooter. I used to write dates on the film canisters. The last time I got a batch developed was November 2008. I dropped off six rolls but could only afford to buy two. I never went back for the rest of them.
Today I slept in a bit & subbed & ate free pizza & aced my Gender, Drugs, and Alcohol final & had a headache all day. Now I’m back in my forest bed with a sweater’d pup, later I’m going to a high school production of “The Tempest”, life’s just fine.
Last night, Tristan & I got to see Jonathan Richman perform. It was such a warm experience, I’m still smiling from it.