these just keep getting better and better...i'm off to n.y. for a couple days....going to go listen to more architectural blather. hopefully my mind will be inspired.

[received 04.30.2004@ummm---i forgot]


This one is of O-Ren Ishii, Queen of the Tokyo Underworld, about to duel in a snow-covered garden.

I LOVED this scene in the movie. There was a real elegance to the way it was put to film. The camera hangs on every movement and gesture. Great use of silence.

The character O-Ren is inpired by the film, "Lady Snowblood", the only Samurai movie I know of which stars a woman.

j

the following are posts from emails sent by surrogate big brother---and his accompanying take on the most awesome story movie as of late KILL BILL VOL. 2:

[received 04.20.2004@11:42pm]
Kill Bill v.2 owns ALL! (btw, party photos are coming)



[received 04.21.2004@11:40pm]
Well I've seen it twice and shall see it again this weekend.

(btw, Moyer..... You're high on crack. This movie rocked. I have spoken.)



[received 04.27.2004@11:35pm]
*SPOILER WARNING*

If you havn't seen either Kill Bill volumes 1 or 2, then you may want to skip this doodle.
It gives away some major plot points.

To everyone else, here is what I imagine VoluimeIII would look like.......................

Nikki would be raised by Sophie Fatalle to one day gain vengence for her slain mother. Elle would take on the classic mantle of the "Blind Swordsman", a staple of genre swordplay films.

I'm especially proud of the design for Sophie.
The Shawl/Hood are massive contorted elements from which emerge the slender sliver of Sophie's armless body. I think the contrast works well. Also, since she was always on the phone, but now has no arms, she has a headset. Funny, eh?

Elle is dressed the same as in the movie, except she is blindfolded and carries her sword like a walking stick.

Nikki is holding her mother's kitchen Knife. In hindsight, I think I should have put her mother's revolver in her other hand. (KaBoom!)




[received 04.28.2004@11:36pm]
Well, I hope you guys aren't getting tired of these, because they're just gonna keep coming.

This one is of the Super-cool Go-Go Yubari.
Her weapon is based on the title weapon in the classic 70's Hong-Kong KungFu flick, "Master of the Flying Guillotine", aka "The Flying Guillotine VS. The One-Armed Boxer". Some of the music from this movie was used on the Kill Bill soundtrack.

More useless information tomorrow.




Big Brudder---> you are just too awesome and too talented for words...can i bow down and worship you now? do you realize the close proximity of the sending of these emails? what is it that makes 8:30-8:40pm pacific standard time that creativity juices are flowing and the need to share and be connected not only stateside, but nationwide and now internationally must take over surrogate bro? i mind it not. but just find it wierd.....just like how i find it strange every time i wonder what time it is, there is more than a coincidence that it is either 9:11am or 9:11pm----wierdness, i tell you, pure wierdness.

the site of the day: Core77 Articles - London - Designersblock

metro riding when i'm actually not asleep:

for those of you who couldn't attend today's rally, it was an interesting experience to say the least:




one side of the argument:




argument two:




dc police hard at work:


and last but not least, tulips on steroids:


only in america, right?

listening to "goddam right it's a beautiful day" by the one & only Eels a smile is on my face...thinking of the clowns...lol...(ugh---as she get the chills) anyhow...it is a beautiful day.

my lunchtime wandering from yesterday:

formation of intercellular junctions during wound healing

the human body has this incredible propensity to heal...i need neosporin for my soul.

about 1 month ago now, i got this incredible gash on my hand. while cleaning the bathroom floor, the wound was sterilized, burned, and removed of all impurities in the cleaning agent.

it made finishing the task at hand extremely difficult but with a grimaced face i knew this would do just as well, if not betther than a band-aid and a kiss from mommy.

over the last few weeks i have been witness to the healing process. i have never put a band-aid on, never touched a drop of topical cream, no little prayers were said---nothing and yet the gash has proceeded on its own to close and cover itself, to heal without any heed or purpose other than to get better.

within me at times, i likewise feel that an incredible wound has been inflicted at some point leaving a crevice of unresolvedness and a somewhat ordered chaos.


wound healing conditions generate a stressful environment for the cells involved in the regeneration process and are therefore suspected to influence the expression of heat shock proteins

an attempt has been made to ignore this inner wound, just i have the exterior. maybe perhaps because it is internal, the lack of dryness has prevented a scab from forming and the process is slowed dramatically...but rather i have the feeling more that it is perhaps because i keep picking away at the scab, causing it to fester and rubbing additional salt into it...ouch. i hate to think about it, because that's exactly what it feels like...a great big gi-normous ouch.

i wonder what stage of healing i am in. i wonder when there will be nothing much more than a small scar that acts as a reminder. according to this i am mid early-inflammation...dear me, i still have three more stages to endure.

[note: to understand this post, you must read the previous one first...]

a peeved jenn sends a second response:
Fyi: I've published our little banter @ www.karmannghia.blogspot.com

So you should feel special now---I've made it known that to the world that my feelings can be hurt by someone else's written words.what happened to your love----perhaps at last you have found a replacement for my arms in your life.

and he replies back:
THERE ARE NO ARMS LIKE YOUR ARMS!

the final words of the dirty, wise man, just to ensure that i am not mad forever:
THAT'S EVEN FUNNIER THAN THE "PANTY BALLS" LINE, THANKS FOR THE HUMMER. WORK QUENCHED FAR MORE THAN WHAT EVER YOU SAID, AT LEAST i CAN GET A RESPONCE OUT OF YOU (THANK YOU) JOHN SON NEVER EVER GOES ONE ON ONE EVEN iF I SAY KILL BILL SUCKED, I HOPE YOUR NOT ANY LONGER MAD AT ME.

**lesson to be learned revised**
there is hope still---even for dirty,old men.

my initial general email:
btw----just wanted to say hello to all of you that I haven’t seen in a bit….still in dc…still not so very much lovin’ it---but the sun is out and the sky is finally turning blue from 6 months of black---and that puts a smile upon my face. can you imagine a world without colour? I would die in alaska, everything being monochromatic white and all…

response from j.moyer (no longer to be called "old man"):
is one truly communicating when they spoow textual minimalness out into the spanisded mezzinual diatide? or are they just pulling panty balls out their ass?

and then i yell back to him:
Ok…so an impersonal generalized email is at least better than nothing. I mean, for someone to complain about not writing---I haven’t seen anything in my inbox of late from your end either. So, old man….i am rather taken aback and hurt by your cruel words….besides, for the most part, I saw the majority of those people last weekend…the general words were for those whom I haven’t laid eyes upon in forever----such as yourself. But if you took it the wrong way then I shan’t apologize….because I sincerely meant a heartfelt hug, and thought a ahort note would at least be better than sending just the weblink. So for you I take back my hug and I take back the impersonal note, and instead replace it with this non-apologetic, spiteful letter, which explains that even communication of non-important matters is more communication than empty inboxes and non-ringing phone lines. You were mean to me….and it’s no excuse that you are having a bad day or that your work has finally at last quenched the last drop of compassion and caring-ness from you heart.

**the lesson to be learned**
do not spite me...i shall not forever be the kind and forgiving litte girl that allows the world to trample upon her blue jean jacket. do not ignore my kindness-es, as they are getting rare to find these days. i've been getting the purple kicked out of me lately, and i'm not sure what exactly is left inside this maleable skin of mine.

you have to check out:

bear kicks boy!

i was laughing forever....hee hee

"I am the escaped one,
After I was born
They locked me up inside me
But I left.
My soul seeks me,
Through hills and valley,
I hope my soul
Never finds me."
-Fernando Pessoa

so...i just came back, well two nites ago now, from a memorable trip. (pause as she smiles) i wonder what to express on this screen and what to keep as memories inside...if this entry appears cryptic, then you will try to understand.

for some reason ali's wise words of "Courage built a bridge, Jealous tore it down" flash into my head.

being nervous, and having enough gall to cross a country to rediscover the senses of touch and laughter and power is a refreshing breath of california air. to see and feel what is behind a voice/written email is an encouraging thing and a necessary thing for one to continue living without eyes glazed over.

i peered into the mirror this morning, and maybe it is just my short break, break i swear my eyes had a hint of twinkle, or perhaps it was sparkle, in them. maybe it is the fact that there are leaves on the trees again, and flowers all around, but i doubt that those are truly the reason. i both fear and welcome with open arms the fact that it may be from my visits with old faces and hugs from familiar arms and banter from not-so-strange voices.

i do not know, nor do i really think i wish to know, what kinds of things this tells me about the life i am at present living.

i know there is always a choice.

i know there is no spoon.

i know…

i know…

i know…

somehow i got strangely curious about my astrology yesterday and found myself deeply intrigued by it’s oh-so-familiarity to me---

“Romantic Pisces, you are the twelfth and last sign of the zodiac. You are regarded as the sign of sensitivity and receptivity, and are a true chameleon by being mutable and infinitely complex. Your keywords are communion and vision, and you have the capacity to go beyond this world to the one of dreams and the spirit.

Your ruler Neptune, the planet of confusion and chaos, gets people out of habits that imprison them so that they question themselves and can discover another path toward growth and spirituality. Neptune is also the planet of imagination and illusion, and governs the dream world with all its many facets.

Pisces is the third of the three water signs, which means that you are concerned with the realm of emotion and feeling. You deal with sensitivity, intuition, and deeper psychic aspects of life. You are able to conduct unconscious telepathic communication with others.

Your sign rules the twelfth house of the chart, the sector associated with the unconscious, need for seclusion, and places of restriction. This house describes the wellspring of your being, including psychological problems that you repress. This house is very healing and can promote personal and spiritual growth, once you make the effort to go deeper and face YOUR reality.

Pisces is a mutable sign. You adapt to the exigencies of life and ingeniously melt into circumstances like a chameleon. In your interaction with others, you are personable and compassionate, and successfully connect on a deep emotional level.

Your strengths, dear Pisces, lie in your altruistic and empathetic nature, because you feel the urge to help people less fortunate than you. Your sensitivity and intuition make you a true healer. Your strong imagination and highly evolved creativity predispose you to artistic expression.

Your main weaknesses are that you can be weak-willed, passive, and indecisive. Many times, you prefer to escape reality and indulge in your dreamworld. Chaos and confusion can be present in you, which may frustrate your circle of friends. At the same time, you can be oversensitive and fragile, feeling victimized by others.”

from here i was drawn to the compatibility charts…of which i will not post right now…perhaps at a later time??? don’t know how i feel about that yet…

anyhow, i guess what i have concluded is that i am officially a mutant…

i am a conflicted soul i tell you...this is how i feel today

i want to go! i want to go! hmmm...do i hear mini-road-trip? cool. i'll look into the logistics...check out what it is here: TOAST, The TriBeCa Open Artist Studio Tour