What a weird time this is for me and my life. I've been pretty obsessed with all the happenings around me, and I can't help but wonder if that's my way of displacing self-obsession enough to be OK with it. I don't know the answer, but I do know that requesting it from the outside would be my most self-obsessed move yet.
Anyway, I regret not having posted here in a while, as this is my refuge and refuges deserve upkeep. Last month, I went on vacation and all of a sudden found myself with a pile of assignments. They were gratifying (especially my "Imagining a world without the Kardashians" piece for the Washington Post, as well as my column for MTV Hive), but time consuming. I never wanted fourfour to be at the bottom of my priorities list, but you can see how work you do for others has to take precedent over work you do for yourself (for one thing, I run no risk of not getting more work commissioned from myself).
I have more time now. I'm no longer with TVGuide.com. And that's that. I really look forward to using my time to focus on talking about exactly what I want to talk about. There are supercuts to be cut and old movies to be cut up (have you seen Whore, btw?). Also, there's an all-stars cycle of ANTM coming up that I will be covering in some capacity. I'm getting a little old to be spending 10 hours on a single recap, but then again, my process is my process for a reason. Everything is wide open, which is terrifying and exhilarating. It's kind of like being eaten by a shark, I guess.
Anyway, expect more posts here starting next week. In the meantime, here's a handful of things I observed in my time away:
- Miranda July's The Future was the most excruciating movie-going experience of the year, to me. I liked it even less when I realized that her claimed inspiration for having a cat figure so central to the plot and narrate the movie...
...was already done by E.B. White with such better results:
Since E. B. White published "Death of a Pig" in 1948, an account of how he failed to save a sick pig (which had been bought in order to be fattened up and butchered), Charlotte’s Web can be seen as White attempting "to save his pig in retrospect."
Uninspired inspiration, if you ask me.
- Is it crazy or what that one of the biggest sleeper hits of the summer and the biggest moneymaker of Woody Allen's career, Midnight in Paris, is about literature? I thought people didn't read books anymore. Seriously, I am astounded by this.
- The Class Actress album is freaking genius. If I ever record an album, I want this act to produce mine and make me beautiful duets.
- There is a consignment shop in Maine called Outfits:
What else do you need to know about that?
- Also, I really liked this scribbled-out wall crusing that I saw at a rest stop in Massachusettes:
As long as you scribble inside the penis, no one will know what it is/means. Also, scribbling makes sketched testicles seem more realistic in that they look hairy now. These are important lessons.
I was going to close this out with a Winston video, but it came out so well that I'm saving that for its own post. See? I'm already planning for next week. BACK ON TRACK.
I will, however, leave you with my favorite picture I've taken of him in ages. If I record a grunge album, a cropped version of this will be the cover: