Rarities

I hear the reverberations of a distant self, shouting back at me, telling me to follow the questions that form the stem of a trail into nothingness.

M83 - Midnight City

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Kilian Eng

Kind of a comic book/Heavy Metal/Tron vibe, but I'm diggin' it. See more here.

Cowboys

After watching modern Westerns, I've come to the conclusion that I am a sucker for tight-fitting cowboy clothing. In "Cowboys and Aliens," Daniel Craig wears his well:

Michael Fassbender

Dear Young Magneto,
You are so attractive! (Pun intended.) I thought you were pretty decent looking in "Inglorious Basterds," but at the time, I was hard up for Sgt. Donny Donowitz, so I didn't fully appreciate your sexiness. But in "X-Men First Class"? Dear Lord, you're stunning...I'm trying to figure out if it's your private evil theme music, your black turtlenecks, your gorgeous eyes, or your reckless abandon due to the violent, traumatic events of your childhood. Either way, I want to be your heavy metal lover.

Truly, (I'm really not kidding),
Angeline

Dream Coincidence

Two nights ago, I had an elaborate dream about a brutal Aztec or Mayan Warrior Lord. I remember watching him in a shallow pool of water, perhaps a swampy, river runoff area, and the tribe he was up against sent its men, one by one, to battle him. Each one that approached him did so in terror, and he basically hacked them to pieces with his weapon, leaving body parts and so forth in the water. (I watched this as if I were there, but nobody knew I was there...almost like watching a movie play out.) After all of this, he somehow approached me and confided in me what route he was was planning on taking in order to conquer other lands and tribes. When I found out where his "path of terror" would lead him next, I plotted it out on a map, and while the map didn't resemble any I've ever seen of the world, it was apparent to me in the dream that it was South America. My dreams are sometimes vague feelings, rather than definite shapes and symbols, and so when I tried to recall his name the next morning, the only thing I could piece together was "Nozca."

Today, I was working on a Geology lab involving plate tectonics, and I had to look at a plate boundary map of the world. All along the west coast of South America, (in almost the exact same S-shaped pattern that I plotted out for the path mentioned above,) there is a plate called the "Nazca Plate." I'm trying to remember if I looked at this map earlier in the week, but I know that if I did, it wasn't for more than a few seconds. So, it's odd to me either way that 1) If I didn't see the map at all, then wtf? 2) If I did see the map, it's pretty incredible that my brain can store something that insignificant and trivial and bring it back up in such a strange format.

the performance

Adaptation

A quote, dug up, remembered:

"Charlie Kaufman: There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.
Donald Kaufman: Oh, God. I was so in love with her.
Charlie Kaufman: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.
Donald Kaufman: I remember that.
Charlie Kaufman: Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at *me*. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.
Donald Kaufman: I knew. I heard them.
Charlie Kaufman: How come you looked so happy?
Donald Kaufman: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
Charlie Kaufman: But she thought you were pathetic.
Donald Kaufman: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago. "

Advice

"Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night."

-Philip K. Dick

Civil War Pictures