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Slacker

Just finished watching the movie “Slacker” by Richard Linkletter, is that his name? Anyway, it is a brilliant movie. At first I thought it was kinda boring, not much happens, nothing to follow as the characters keep changing etc, but what sticks out is the format. The format is different. If anyone were to make another film with different dialogue, actors, costumes etc people would say – Oh, it;s just like “Slacker.” Yes, it might be just like Slacker, but then also very different.

As Keith Johnston says, Content lies within the structure. Then if that is true most movies have the same content. As I would say the L word and Grey’s Anatomy do. People having sex breaking up, getting mad at each other, changing partners. One group is artistic lesbians and the other is heterosexual surgeons except for the gay bartender. But same shit, different package.

But Slacker offers a new door to walk through, a “new” format. New to me because I am so behind the times. So backwards, I am retro and then flip around and end up cool, yeah that’s it. Kinda like that article in the Onion I read a while back.(find the reference yourself, I do not know how to add links to this stupid blog)

How can this format be used to “say” something other than the format? Would be nice to see a movie of this format in Baghdad.

Why do things/art pieces of vastly different formats become marginalized and then stuck out in the unreified universe? Guess they are waiting for the rest of us to ketchup.

Is there a grand unifiying theory for all of Art? Kinda like what Einstein was looking for in physics…

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Sunday Morning

Sunday morning yesterday and I must be moving
Goodbye angel goodbye heart, I best be moving on
Some say they will, some say they won’t

Those are not the lyrics, but that is how I am hearing them right now, to a Supertramp song. At least I think it’s a Supertramp song. I was first introduced to Supertramp, not by hearing their music but by reading lines from their lyrics in the yearbook of the school where my father taught- www.polytechnic.org. The seniors, on their pages would have quotes from Supertramp. For acouple years that band was quite popular with graduating classes. Long hair and big glasses.

“who is this tramp and why is he super? Does he have a cape? What powers does this tramp have? Super B.O. or super wine breath?” I was mystified as a child, looking at all the seniors’ pictures. Seniors were really old then. Parents were old but that was another class of old. In a way seniors, even 8th graders were old, older than parents, because they weren’t parents, kids but of an unattainable age.

The wikipedia site doesn’t have info as to why the band was called Supertramp.

When will time travel be possible? I have times I need to be.

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Rumsfeld is out

Rumsfeld’s out! Rumsfeld’s out!

He is the fall guy. He’s the fall guy. Taking the heat for the rest of the team. Now Dem’s think something has happened. They’re gonna let their guard down. That is the plan.

Now there is going to be grid lock in Congress. Instead of bad things spewing from Congress, nothing will. At least here constipation is a good thing.

Congress won’t be able to get a veto override with the Senate so close, if they even get the Senate. And I doubt many Republicans will cross the aisle to override Bush’s veto. They’re too scared of losing their futures in the G.O.P. to do what is right. That is something I have never understood- politicians doing the wrong thing just so that they can stay in office. If they justify it by thinking that by staying in they can eventually do some good, they just then have to stay to correct the wrongs they did stay in. A zero sum game.

And remember this- IF YOU DIDN”T VOTE, DON’T COMPLAIN!

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Zits

everyone has popped a zit, at least everyone over 12. I just had one on my head, the right side near the forehead. I have been scratching it all day, irritating it. That irritation where it hurts if you touch the spot but for some reason you can’t leave it alone. I guess it had been irritated enough as it finally formed a head, ( I can’t really see it to tell) but just a little but ago, I squeezed it and it popped. Did I hear it, or feel it happen? or both? Such a visceral experience popping a zit. When it happens, you know it. Maybe a little blood, some lymphatic fluid. Pus is always exciting. But is it the skin breaking that you feel/hear? The opening of your fleshbodywaterbag to exposure to the outside elements, the ripping of your largest organ? I am sure that there is some noise made by a zit popping, how ever quiet it is.

Bastard Zen Koan- what is the sound of one zit popping?

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Audition

Hey, that just reminded me of a freaky Japanese movie called Audition. This guy has a fake audition for a commercial or something. The real purpose of the audition is to find a wife. Then the whole situation turns around and bites him in the ass. I wonder if anyone one has written a dissertation on national character analysis through the lens of the type of movie that tends to come from different nations. Well, violent action movies and the USA. Hmmm….

But just was at an audition for Project Bandaloop. Probably didn’t get it which is fine. But sure was fun!! Flying around bouncing on the wall. I wonder if it would be possible to make a cube of that bouncy wall stuff, suspend it and then bounce around in it. Or make a gigantic jungle gym of different angled surfaces and then bouce down it. kinda like a roller coaster, but no rolling or coasting, just bouncing.

Would be great but the insurance!!! Oy vey
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Hang Over

Well, do not do yoga then go to a party and then drink 5 margaritas, or was it 4. See, bad…Especially if you have rehearsal the next day. Also bad if you smoke a cigarillo and you usually do not smoke. One guy ended up in the hallway for a while, head near a bucket. Later he was in the bathroom, his gf coming out every now and then to talk to people. Poor guy.

Other than the hang over party was good. Food folks and fun to quote McDonalds.

Matthew Barney
Time travel
jeff koons
poker
pin the tail on the donkey
wax lips
dance department gossip
style vs. formula

Where is my cell phone???????

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L Word and That’s My Bush

Just watched some of each show today. That’s My Bush is an irritating show, don’t bother to watch it. A spoof on sitcoms from late eighties early nineties and on Bush. There is no Cheney character in the show, guess he is hiding in an undisclosed location.

As for the L Word, after watching it for a couple DVDs worth, I have realized it is the perfect show…to watch while paying bills. If you actually have to focus your attention on it, it is boring. The music is really cheesy, and the scene when the group puts Dana’s ashes in the waterfall near Camp Winamakalauolaipa and Dana’s spirit appears in the water- major cheese.

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blog set up part deux

So the blog that no one reads is back up…sort of. I can access it through the site www.andrewwass.com but not through the blog manager. The blog manager thinks the site is andrewwass.com. And the blog does not appear. But if accessed through www.andrewwass.com the blog appears. WTF?

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Boring post

Good day yesterday at Mills. Taking with Kelly and Nina about some text I am working on for a work in progress show in January. The text is to be played over speakers while the performer just stands there. The text is to create lenses for the viewer to view the piece through.

I mean, when someone watches a performance, anything, a basketball game, that person brings all sorts of lenses to a performance. What colors s/he likes, kind of movements, what team, people, etc. There are so many, it is almost impossible to view the work in the same way that the artist does. At least an artist of any merit. A work could be made to appeal to most number of people but then you get television. Or television is made, most television, not to appeal to the most number of people, but to offend the fewest number of people.

Talking with the two of them lead me/us to not going to yoga. Stimulating conversation lead to the desire for more stimulating conversation. So I called some friends to see if they wanted to meet us at La Piñata #3 in Alameda for happy hour.

Oh…too great of a tangent