Thursday, January 31, 2008

W.A.Y.U.H.

THE BEST PART of Rob Sheffield's Love Is A Mixtape? The Pavement lyric in the preface:

I wasted all your precious time
I wasted it all on you

THE STORY ITSELF suckerpunched me, turning from a tedious recounting of indie rock adolescence and graduate angst (hit too close to home obvs) to a heart-rending tale of "the long, nearly unbearable ache of being a young widower." It's not fiction, and knowing that may have been the worst part.

SPEAKING OF graduate angst, choosing to watch Noah Baumbach's Kicking and Screaming may have been a bad idea. It's a movie about post-college directionlessness, the "gravitational pull of campus," and breaking into the real world. Except it sucked and I only made it through 15 minutes. Just like in Margot at the Wedding, Baumbach's latest film, the characters are all unbelievably pretentious academic assholes. Completely unfunny, and worse, completely unrelatable.

I CAN NOW SAY conclusively that regardless of my love for The Squid and the Whale, I hate Noah Baumbach.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

I Knew This Was Coming

Maria Full of Grace is the most difficult movie I've ever watched.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Hey, What's Up

I AM VERY seriously (perhaps for the first time) attempting to save money. You may already know this, but it is not easy for me. I am finding this out. What's the fun of being impulsive if I can't act on those impulses?

ALSO, before you call me on it, going snowboarding does not count.

LONG STORY SHORT, somebody buy me a Polaroid camera.