material concern

the documentary COMMUNE…

i love documentaries in general…but the more I watch the less I like the one’s that just show a snippet of life…I’m always left with all these questions and feel that the documentaries never ask the real ones.

Maybe they aren’t supposed to?

Anyway. Even when documentaries don’t ask real questions they are still awesome to just learn more about what they are about.

While watching it, I recognized the actor Peter Coyote (the scientist in ET), who used to live on the Commune.

After exploring his wikipedia, he’s had quite an interesting life, but here’s the coolest thing I think he’s done…

More importantly, his council introduced the idea of artists as “creative problem solvers” and by paying artists to “solve problems for the state” rather than make art, they by-passed the objections of many conservative lawmakers. Coyote engineered relationships with 14 departments of State which began to use artists in a variety of capacities, paying 50 cents on the dollar for it, to boot.

quite weirdly, I was just thinking about how cool it would be to combine charity needs with arts funding: and to pay artist’s a real salary for part time work working creatively to help problems of homelessness and poverty… (full disclosure, this was part of my brainstorming of what kind of charity I would have if I won the big lottery, which, umm, I didn’t) but I guess my idea is old news.

hot tub time machine was amazing….seriously, amazing.

Je suis entrain de regarder Pierrot le Fou…

i love the oscars!

mitra had a party and i brought (among other sillier things) the mixed drink of the evening: The Inglorius Bastard (wine + juice =strong juice….strong jeeeewws: get it:) with the possibility of a shot of peach (brad pitt) juice.

here are my thoughts on the oscars:

YES!

YES!

YES YES YES!

and for the outfits: Eh.

melanie griffin in Body Double….

I’ve decided to just watch 1970s movies for a while.

last night: sisters with margot kidder.

im watching rebel without a cause.

i’m finding it a bit silly: most of it. parts are really good.

thurston howell the third, from gillians island, is James dean’s dad.

at first i thought his name was Thurston moore the third, but I realized my error (thanks eugene).

i’m also very impressed with the waist to boob ratio in the ladies. I know all the post feminist post nuclear critiques about boobs and torpedos, armor and amour.

But srsly: have you seen this stuff.

it really makes femininity an unnatural state: one not controlled by the owner, or understood by the beholder.

a good bra really can make all the difference.

excited to see my friend peter’s movie…SIGNAL FROM SHORE screens tonight at the Downtown Independent at 6:30 as part of the Zero Film Fest LA.

there is a great movie station out here in LA (thisTV) which reminds me of the best movie station ever: super 18 in the greater milwaukee area.

and, today, as i do my work and watch “Prayers for the Dying,” i finally understand what the deal is with young Mickey Rourke.

Oy Gevault that boy is cool.

wherever the wild things may be: it appears to be a boring, little examined place.

maybe i’m just closer to having kids than being one but I was pretty much horrified by Max’s behavior.

watching the puppets move was awesome: and james gandolfini and lauren ambrose and catherine o’hara were great.