Required Viewing: Duplass Bros.

Haven't watched this yet, but heard it's a winner. From before they were crowned the Next Big Thing in Film.

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New Discovery!

Okay, so I know some of my other posts made me sound like an internet hating crazy Luddite, but I SWEAR I'm not. I offer UBUWEB as proof. UBU is a repository for visual, concrete and sound poetry and essays and articles ranging from Robert Creeley to Jean Baudrillard. As print becomes more and more obsolete, it's comforting to know that there are still knights of the written word working hard to make these historical and important works available to new audiences.

"UbuWeb functions as a distribution center for hard-to-find, out-of-print and obscure materials, transferred digitally to the web. Our scanning, say, an historical concrete poem in no way detracts from the physical value of that object in the real world; in fact, it probably enhances it. Should something return to print, we will remove it from our site immediately. Also, should an artist find their material posted on UbuWeb without permission and wants it removed, please let us know. However, most of the time, we find artists are thrilled to find their work cared for and displayed in a sympathetic context. As always, we welcome more work from existing artists on site."

Bresson's Movies by Robert Creeley

How Not To Save BWay, SNL Style

I love that SNL got funny again.

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New Year Blues

Every January 1st the fallen nettles of the christmas tree littering the floor of my living room make me a little depressed about the coming year. The holidays rouse such a surge of emotion and excessive behavior that by New Years Day, I'm worn out and dreading the dreary January days that stretch out like a wasteland in front of me. The excitement of the first snow and the cold weather that reddened my cheeks and made my eyes sparkle has developed into bitterness and chapped skin. Not long after, the doubt and pessimism seep in: How will this year be any different from the last?...Will I be stuck in career limbo yet again?...Will I manage to keep a single new years resolution?! (Survey says--probably not). Although work and routine have usually pushed these feelings of ennui and malaise out of my mind by MLK Day, that doesn't make them any less warranted or worrisome. I want every year to present new opportunities that bring me to new heights. I want to be challenged and I want to possess the fearlessness to rise to it. Its too simple to get trapped in the tedium of every day and lose sight of the goals and ambition that drive life. I hope I can get outside myself more this year, do some of the things that I envy about others, take risks, say yes, all that stereotypical bullshit that's so easy to talk about but so hard to do.

It's easy to be arrested by complacency; its much harder to break free. I don't want these New Year Blues comin' down on me anymore.