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Selective Memory - We Are Scientists

Since I am bored most of the time, I have to find things to occupy my mind. So: random auto-suggest in IMEEM is perfect.
So presenting one of the many bands I am discovering: We Are Scientists. :)

Delusion Angel 

-By David Jewell 

Daydream delusion. 
Limousine Eyelash 
Oh, baby with your pretty face 
Drop a tear in my wineglass 
Look at those big eyes 
See what you mean to me 
Sweet cakes and milkshakes (laughs) 
I am a delusioned angel 
I am a fantasy parade. 
I want you to know what I think. 
Don't want you to guess anymore. 
You have no idea where I came from. 
We have no idea where we're going. 
Launched in life. 
Like branches in the river. 
Flowing downstream. 
Caught in the current. 
I'll carry you. You'll carry me. 
That's how it could be. 
Don't you know me (poet hands poem back) 
Don't you know me by now. 

 

 

lifted from poetryweblog

---Our Friends From Frolix 8, Philip K. Dick

I have been a J. J. Abrams fan since ALIAS, the Jennifer Garner spy show. I also love LOST (see previous post). And I absolutely bawled over M:i:III (which he directed). So it's about time that I promote his new show that I am going gaga over: FRINGE.

It's a sort of sci-fi show, in the vein of The X-Files, though with a twist: the über-weird phenomena the characters investigate all fall under the so-called branch of fringe science, i.e., dark matter, teleportation, precognition, psychokinesis, artificial intelligence, suspended animation etc., etc. It is pretty darn interesting, if you're a geek like me, that is. As with The X-Files, the show features stand-alone stories so viewers can still tune in even though they may have missed a couple of episodes. But at the same time, it also tells a larger and grander mythological arc, a la-alien conspiracy cover up in The X-Files, known as The Pattern.

Embedded below is a sneak peek. Enjoy!

Since there are a lot of TV shows that I am a rabid fan of (I started posting with the LOL Flight of the Conchords and Damages together with Six Feet Under and Dexter a while back), I think that it'd be great to add some more shows to the list.

One of the relatively new shows that I am crazy for is the brilliant HBO drama In Treatment (just google it for the synopsis). As I told my sister, I never knew that two people talking (while doing nothing but sitting down) can be so riveting. I've only watched 20 episodes of the 43 the first season had (each is about 22-25 minutes long). I am antsy to get the remaining ones because IT IS JUST THAT GOOD. Enjoy the first season trailer below.



The other show I am posting is "old". LOST. I have fallen off the wagon on this one (I've only watched some episodes of seasons 3 and 4 so I have quite some catching up to do). And since the fifth season will be premiering in a month's time, I really should try and watch all the 4 seasons (I won't even try to give a synopsis. It would be futile. There are a gazillion of blogs that do just that and still they can't cover everything. It is that complicated.). Anyway, the fifth season promo is below. Enjoy!




And that would be it for today.

One of the returning TV shows that I am most definitely looking forward to. DAMAGES.

Because I really do not do much during the course of the day, I am trying to achieve and feign a certain veneer of cerebral activity.

I therefore present today's very sassy, funny, engaging, and mentally-stimulating Flight of the Conchords' video for HipHopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros. Enjoy.

This time of the year, I start salivating over movies that, in one way or another, are shortlisted for the Oscars^® come next year. But nothing else has me eagerly anticipating the end of this year like Revolutionary Road. So to somewhat remedy my antsiness, I will just post the two depressing and beautifully-photographed trailers of the Sam Mendes picture.

 

(featuring Nina Simone's Wild is the Wind)

(featuring Cat Power's Sea of Love)

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Pakitext na lang ako ng mga numero ninyo. Salamat. :)

naholdap ako. wala akong celfone for the time being.

Re: your_bitchness' inquiry.
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Girl with Curious Hair, David Foster Wallace

Oceans are only oceans when they move. Waves are what keep oceans from just being very big puddles. Oceans are just their waves. And every wave in the ocean is finally going to meet what it moves towards and break. It was obvious and a poem because it was us. See things like that, Faye. Your own face moving into expression. A wave breaking on a rock giving up its shape in a gesture that expresses that shape.

-Julie Smith, Little Expressionless Animals

He divulged his position that punkrockers were children born into a very tiny space with no windows, plus walls all around them made of concrete and metal, often despoiled with graffiti, and that as adults they were trying to cut their way out of the walls. They were attempting to move quickly along the very thin edge of something and accomplished this feat by failing to care if they fell over the edge or not. Cheese stated that my punkrocker clique all felt as if they had nothing and would always have nothing therefore they made the nothing into everything.

-Girl with Curious Hair


Shopgirl, Steve Martin

Back in the car, he suggests that she stay at his place for the night. Mirabelle takes this as an expression of his caring, which it is. It is just that his caring is a potion, mixed with one part benevolent altruist and one part chimpanzee penis.

"Red wine?" she questions.
"Do you like Italian?"
"I'm not sure what I like; I'm still forming," says Mirabelle.


Girlfriend in a Coma, Douglas Coupland

I didn't realize then that so much of being adult is reconciling ourselves with the awkwardness and strangeness of our own feelings. Youth is the time of life lived for some imaginary audience.

Comas are rare phenomena. They're a product of modern living, with almost no known coma patients existing prior to World War Two. People simply died. Comas are as modern as polyester, jet travel, and microchips.

Why does life feel so long and so short at the same time?

We had all awakened X number of years past our youth feeling sleazy and harsh. Choices still existed, but they were no longer infinite. Fun had become a scrim, concealing the hysteria that lay behind it. We had quietly settled into a premature autumn of life---no gentle mellowing or Indian summer of immense beauty, just a sudden frost, a harsh winter with snows that accumulate never to melt.

Exposing hypocrisy in itself doesn't make you a moral person.


Microserfs, Douglas Coupland

There has to be more to existence than this. 'Dominating as many broad areas of automated consumerism as possible'---that doesn't seem to cut it anymore.

We can no longer create the feeling of an era... of time being particular to one spot in time.

Abe is too scared, I think, to make the leap. He's too set in his ways. Repetition breeds inertia. (emphasis added)

I thought I was going to be a READ ONLY file. I never thought I'd be... interactive.

I heard a lovely expression today about brains---an ad for smart drugs, touting thicker, bushier dendrites. Moist, little tumbleweeds blooming inside one's skull.

...panic seems like such an outdated, corny reaction to all of the change in the world. I mean if you have to be negative, there's a reasonable enough menu of options available---disengagement---atomization---torpor---but panic? Corrrrrrny.

What's a bar bill but a surtax on reality?


*****
A man who lives within his means suffers from a lack of imagination. -Old Man, The 5:24 (Subway Stories, film)

mas masaya kesa sa speech ni D. F. Wallace (see previous post).



*The original poster was banned, though it still can be seen. In Canada.



heehee. :)

Hindi ko alam kung pano to isulat nang hindi ako nagmumukang pretentious. Just read it and maybe you'd somehow be enlightened about "the capital-T Truth".

David Foster Wallace's Commencement Address at Kenyon University, 21 May 2005

"...when one contemplated one's own apparently pointless, utterly trivial being, the questions hung all around one, as urgent as knives at the throat. But the instant one tried to grasp one of them and turn it to one's own purpose and pierce through the murk, it became as blunt and useless as a piece of carboard. All one could dredge up were platitudes: one comes into the world alone, snore, snore; one, snore snore, departs the world alone."

-twilight of the superheroes, eisenberg

:)