"A long time ago, in the magical, far-off land of Soviet Russia"

I just found an unpublished blog post in my drafts bin. The sole line is now the title of this post.

It was July. 

I wonder what I was thinking then? I look at old posts, my no-love letters, where I refer passive-aggressively to people who have aggravated me. Some of them, I recall who incensed me. Some of them I don't. Some of them I took down tonight, because they were petty and mean and some bridges, once burnt, do not need to be left to smolder. (Or perhaps ought to be rebuilt?) 

Things are coming together, slowly but surely. The draft is working but I need to put in some serious work on it. Tomorrow, then. These characters come easily now (and why shouldn't they? I've lived with them inside my head for a year and a half). 

A year ago, I was on my way to the Young Playwrights Inc national conference. I go back to NYC on Saturday, and I'll be helping with the conference - but I'm not a "young playwright" anymore, and I need to make my own path. That's what this EJAF fellowship thing is, though. Learning how to put things together, how to make my own deadlines and force things to happen. 

I had a long conversation earlier about the difference between friendship and pity - I need to spend more time and energy on people whose friendship I truly value, and less time and energy on people who I hang out with because they have made themselves out to be so pathetic that no one else will pay them any mind. Perhaps it's a resolution. But then, so is no longer using question marks for anything other than actual questions. 

It is January of my twenty-first year, and I am growing up.

(Do we ever stop feeling like children, just a little bit, deep down in quiet spaces and the recesses of our hearts?) 

I would like to know what alternate universe Rick Perry comes from where Christians are a persecuted minority.

So there's this asinine campaign ad:

And this brilliant parody that manages to point out a lot of reasons why Governor Perry is a xenophobic jackass while making me exceptionally proud of my co-religionist.

I'm not ashamed to say that I'm a Jew -- Heck, I'm even a Rabbi... but you don't need to be in shul on every Shabbos to know there's something wrong in our country when gays can serve openly in the military and yet they still can't get married legally in most U.S. States.
Our Jewish kids in public school have to watch as their peers celebrate Christmas -- a holiday they don't observe. They have to sit quietly as the Christian students pray in school. That just seems uncomfortable.

As President, I will fight to end this crazy talk that there's a war on religion. And I will fight anyone who discriminates against others simply because of their sexual orientation.Intelligence made America strong. It can make her strong again.

I'm Rabbi Jason Miller and I think it's too cold to film a video outside in Michigan in the winter. Who approved this?

YES. THANK YOU, RABBI MILLER.


I have been head-desking since Perry’s ad went up both about his blatant homophobia and also his subtle-as-a-ton-of-bricks implication that Christianity is the only valid religion in the United States. Which it isn’t. There is no war on Christmas, Christians are still the religious majority, and that is likely not going to change. However, this perceived sense of “persecution” that the far right feels is dangerous to every religion that actually is discriminated against. 

The United States of America were founded on the principle that every religion is free and equal under the law. However, by creating an imaginary war on Christian values, the Far Right stands to sway a tremendous number of xenophobic voters to push legislation that seriously impedes on the rights of practitioners of every other religion in this country, including those that practice no religion at all. 

There is no “war on Christianity.” There is not a “War against Christmas.” The Democratic party does not have a kill list with Jesus and Santa Claus right at the top.

All this imaginary war does is perpetuate the real war on religion that is going on in this country - the discrimination and sometimes outright hatred that Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, Jews, Athiests, and all other groups perceived by the far right as being a “threat” face. 

Christian Values are not American Values. 

“One Nation, Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all” is. 

Stop the hate. 

Also? Same jacket.

A riddle for the ages:

If I ate half of a cream puff, walked like a bazillion blocks, and then went home and ate the other half, does everything come out even, and is my self control and dignity intact?

Had an /amazing/ Fourth of July in the city!!!! Sushisamba miso soup is the best miso soup because it has cilantro in it and that is just amazing. Also their sushi is delicious. Also, have a shaky iphone video of things going kaboom. Otherwise known as the end of the NYC Macy's fireworks display. We couldn't get close enough to see /from/ the river, but we all stood in an intersection at twelfth and twenty-eighth and it was a pretty good view, all things considered.

Just a quick plug and then I'll shut up~

My friend Abi has started a blog! She is seriously one of the smartest, funniest people I know and people should read her because she's awesome. And because I want her to share her Summer Quinoa Salad recipe with me because it looks delicious. And because she works somewhere that seriously looks like it's part of the set of an X-Men movie (hello radio telescope).

And, uh, this, because it is relevant.

YPF Roundup.

Guys? Reposting my photos with proper credit is fine, but please stop editing them. I'm uncomfortable with it.

Well, back in Florida! Those four words are kind of anti-climactic, aren't they? I remember on the last day of the 2010 festival, I killed time at the theater for like an hour after the show before leaving, on the idea that I didn't know if I'd ever come back. I was fifteen pages into an idea that didn't really feel very new or exciting and although I had begun trying to think of something else, nothing was really sticking yet.

I had a trip to the Museum of Jurassic Technology fresh in my mind, a google history full of searches about Russian Space Dogs, and a five hour plane ride in front of me. At 30,000 feet I popped open my MacBook and wrote down the basic idea for Like a Dog in Space: What happens to ideas when they are forgotten, and what do the ideas themselves do to avoid being lost? I had Ivan. I had the prototypes for Innovation. I had a frame story about a schizophrenic Astrophysicist and his little sister which will have to wait for another play to get used. I had Milena and Gennady.

I had no idea what I was doing. I took the idea in as a set of two for my Playwriting I class, and we decided it was the one I ought to pursue. And suddenly, with deadlines set and a professor waiting for me, things came together. The play got written. I had a complete first draft to show my family when I visited at Thanksgiving.

Four months later, I took a hacksaw to the play and in the course of four days cut four characters and thirty pages. A month after that, on the 50th anniversary of Vostok I, I got a call that I was heading to Blank YPF. You cannot make these things up. That's the timing.

So it's a play all about ideas, and about space and exploration and it's all very meta but it's also Pinocchio in Space and every time someone describes it to me as such, I get kind of happy because really, really, when you strip the meta stuff away it's about trying to discover, looking outside-in, what it is to be human. What about our experiences makes us so unique? And I think what the conclusion the play draws is that being human is a constant re-evaluation of what things are important to you, and what your goals are, and what's going to make you happy, and sometimes the things you think will make you happy are completely out of your reach and sometimes the things that would have made you happy... by the time you realize what you should have said, the moment is past. Ivan and Valeri meet once as bright young scientists on the dawn of one of the most explosive decades of human advancement.* They meet again, decades later, and it's no longer the right moment. They can't pick up where they left off, because they've become two entirely different people. And in that moment, Ivan wishes that he had stayed.

*[The timeline for this stuff is really, really amazing.

Sputnik is 1957. Vostok I is 1961. Apollo 11 is 1969. That's a beepy satellite to a man on the moon in twelve years. What's a little healthy competition between nuclear superpowers if it helps you step foot on another celestial body?]

So on Sunday, I hung around after the show for about an hour because, the fact was, once I left... I really wasn't going to be back. And some of these people had known me for four years now, had watched me go from Awkward Sixteen-Year-Old to Slightly Less Awkward Nineteen-Year-Old. I thought I was going to cry.

And then I didn't. Instead I, in no particular order:

• Talked to a couple from "Gale Harold's Chinese Fan Club," who said they'd come all the way from China to see him in the play? And they actually talked to me and took a picture with me and told me how much they enjoyed it, which is... more than can be said for more of the people who mobbed him every night. So, shoutout to Alex and [I am really sorry but your name escapes me] for being cool and world travel-y, and there is probably a picture of me on one of the fanboards, in Chinese.
• Enthused to the production costume designer about "Where the heck did you get ISS Mission Patches I mean seriously where are those from." Apparently army surplus. What. But apparently he's sending me some.
• Was serenaded that "you're nobody until somebody loves you." The song choice makes more sense in context but it was still in front of my parents.
• Was given a plush dog, who was promptly named Laika.
• Took lots of pictures. Most of them wound up blurry, because my mother bought her camera in a vending machine in the miami airport last fall. Here are a few that are okay.

There are a lot more relevant pictures on the official festival website, which I have to request that people DO NOT steal and claim as their own because the photographer is a really nice guy and you'd have to be a jerk to steal his work I mean really who does that. :|

And I'm back in Florida. Still a depressing statement. But it was a good week and I have my work cut out for me tackling the rewrite. Tomorrow I'm driving up to Savannah with my aunt to help clean out my cousin's apartment while she's in the hospital, and hopefully I will find at least /some/ time to think on the car ride. I've also been advised to bite the bullet and get a new phone because the iPhone 5s are looking as distant as ever. So that might happen soon.

Anddddd... we now return you to your regularly scheduled youtube link spam. On that note, here is a group playing the Doctor Who theme song on a set that includes a Didgeridoo. Only in Australia.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, and good night.

I love this. :)

"Right now, there are people watching this blizzard from 350 kilometers above the Earth's surface. Isn't that amazing?"

I was going to make this some long and philosophical post about today being the 50th anniversary of Vostok 1, but instead I'm just going to scream incoherently:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And some more:

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!

Because I just got off the most magical phone call ever. I am sad because it is the last of these magical phone calls I will ever get because every time I've gotten one for the last four years it's been like getting a letter from Hogwarts.

In case you aren't following,

I just got a magical phone call from Blank Young Playwrights that Like a Dog in Space is in the festival!

OHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

PERFECT TIMING, I COULD KISS YOU. OH MY GOD.

SINCE I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY, WATCH THIS.

A post about anime

I got really excited when I saw this trailer:

Whenever conversation turns to who inspires me as a filmmaker, the first person who comes to mind is Makoto Shinkai. He's an up-and-coming anime director who has been called, in various circles, "The Next Miyazaki." I think this title is well deserved, because he's brilliant, but also faintly bullshit, because Miyazaki-sensei is still alive and released a movie as recently as two years ago and is still heading up Ghibli so it would be kind of premature to start labeling people as "the next _____." Like what, do you want him to hurry up and die? He's only 70, and the life expectancy in Japan is up to like 89 or some ridiculous number, so I'd hazard to say he'll probably be with us a while yet.

Granted, they do have some things in common. Both are very conscious of animation as a medium for storytelling, rather than as a genre of filmmaking. Both create very human characters with very human mannerisms. Both are fascinated with flight. (Miyazaki is noted for his obsession with aircraft. Shinkai is more interested in space travel, but The Place Promised in our Early Days had an awesome plane.)

Shinkai tends to veer more science fiction, where Miyazaki's interests are more fantasy. That said, there's a lot in Hoshi o Kodomo (I have no idea where he's getting his word salad english title "Children who Chase Lost Voices from Deep Below - Hoshi o Kodomo is roughly "Children who Chase Stars") that looks very Ghibli-esque, there's a scene that I'm pretty sure is invoking Castle in the Sky, and checking the website reveals a supporting character who is clearly designed after Teto from Nausicaa. So way to undermine my argument, Shinkai-sensei. But if one of the main critiques of your work is that all three of your movies are really similar, then I guess this is a branching out for you.

What I like about Shinkai's films is that he presents a world that is somehow removed from our own, but not so far removed that it's hard to grasp, and then within these gorgeous science fiction settings, he boils his story down to tight human dramas about isolation and struggling to connect. Voices of a Distant Star is beautiful, and I've embedded a segment of Five Centimeters Per Second, which is a collection of three short films using all kinds of travel metaphors for growing up, not knowing where you're going but going anyways, even if it seems like you're getting there incredibly slowly. (This section uses rockets, and it's beautiful.)

*There's some bad science in this dub. When he says "center of the solar system," he means "center of the galaxy."

The Oscars, Anti-feminism, and singing in the key of Awkward

Disclaimers first, I'm not a very good feminist. I'm part of this weird nineties generation of girls that has been brought up to think we can be whatever we can be without having to fight for it. Because when I was a little girl, Barbie could be a doctor, a teacher, an airline stewardess, and an astronaut. (Never mind that she was subliminally telling me that math was hard.) Because I was born post-Tereshkova, post-Sally Ride, post-Thatcher, pre-Palin. Because Lisa Simpson told me that the glass ceiling wasn't just invisible, it was imaginary. Because I was promised a post-gender world as a child, one where women wore shoulder pads to make themselves masculine and imposing, where they ran business meetings and answered clunky cell phones phones and wore leg warmers when they exercised and had feathered hair. (This is what I remember of my formative years in the 90s. I might have them mixed up with the 80s.) So I'm not a very good feminist. But I still know it when I see it.

So let's talk about the Oscars. First of all, I feel betrayed by Natalie Portman. Natalie Portman, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SMARTER THAN THIS. You went to Harvard! You understand math that just looks like squiggles and lines to me! You are "one of the brightest stars of the generation" and I don't know who I'm quoting on that but I'm sure I'm quoting someone. Indie darling, blockbuster queen, gracefully transitioning from child phenom into leading lady. So you've just won an Oscar! How does it feel?

Great? Good. What are you going to do next?

Make a speech? Well, sure, everyone does. A really long, rambly speech? Again, everyone does. You're going to thank everyone who has helped you, ever, in advancing your career to this point? Great, good for you, I love a gracious winner!

You're going to thank your boyfriend for giving you "the most important role" of your life?

WHAT.

WHAT.

WHAT.

You are going to thank the dude for knocking you up, on national television, and belittle EVERYTHING you have done in your entire life in the process?

WHAT.

WHAT.

WHAT.

This is not me "hating on breeders." I have no problem with people who have kids. In fact, I think kids are great. I want kids someday! However I don't think that anyone should be defined, or allow themselves to be defined, or define themselves, by their ability to spawn. "Oh, yeah, I cured cancer, developed an interplanetary rocket that runs on cow pies, and published a novel. But I guess that's all peanuts now that I'm pregnant." Or this:

I don't think I would have cared if she'd said "my next great role" or something of the ilk. It was the phrase "most important role" that bothered me. We tend to criminalize women who put their careers ahead of their kids and put women who put their kids ahead of their careers up on pedestals. There doesn't seem to be any sort of happy medium between the two, at least not in society's general view of things, but I know from my own personal experience that there must be, because my mother managed to raise three intelligent, responsible members of society from birth to adulthood while still becoming a successful and influential member of her field. And while I'm sure she's proud of my siblings and I, and proud of herself for raising us, I don't think that the fact of us totally belittles every single thing that she's ever done professionally.

But moving on, because this isn't actually meant to be a blog post entirely about Natalie Portman and whether she did or did not totally invalidate every professional move she has ever made in one little Oscar speech. Let's talk about hosting! So this year's Oscar hosts were Anne Hathaway and James Franco... except, it was pretty clear that James Franco was blazed out of his mind and Anne Hathaway was carrying the show. In fact, it was almost less co-hosts and more Anne Hathaway, Oscar Host, and James Franco, her chaperone, requisite male body.

Just from the opening skit, it was really clear that this was Anne's show and everyone else just sort of lived there. She sings! She dances! She bitches at Hugh Jackman! She puts on a series of successively shinier dresses! Her enthusiasm introducing people is adorable! And James Franco just kind of squints at the lights like he's not sure what he's doing here because he's stoned out of his fucking mind. The only thing I got out of it was that the academy didn't trust a woman alone on stage to be able to keep the show moving, so they needed a guy to stand there and look manly.

My non-American friend who had never seen an Oscar telecast before pointed out, "But didn't Ellen [DeGeneres] host?"

The answer to this being that Ellen DeGeneres hosted the Oscars wearing a tux and sensible shoes, not a sparkly gown and heels. She's funny and manic and kind of butch. It's unthinkable to put Ellen DeGeneres in a sparkly dress and make her co-host with a man in a tux, but at the same time, if Anne Hathaway had put on a tux and sensible shoes and tried to host the Oscars by herself, it would have just been strange. She has to be in a sparkly dress, but I'm not sure that James Franco needs to stand beside her looking (very, very) confused and (very, very) pretty for the exercise to work. You'd think that a smart and self-assured woman could do the same job at a black tie event, regardless of whether she's wearing sequins or pants.

But what I get out of it is a statement that you cannot be both conventionally feminine and somehow emcee to a room of Hollywood's best and brightest, by yourself. The woman in the dress, with her coiffed hair and pretty necklaces, is weak. And this sort of goes back to the suit jackets with the shoulder pads from earlier - if you want power, you have to masculinize yourself.

Last point of the rant, Kathryn Bigelow. Kathryn Bigelow, you are a classy lady. Last year, all my friends and I cheered for you when you won Best Director. You were an inspiration. You had one of the prettiest dresses of the night. Everything I said earlier, about having to butch yourself up to gain influence? You defied it. You are a classy lady. So what was that fashion disaster you were wearing tonight ?

I know that my (and the rest of the country's, apparently) favorite pastime of snarking red carpet fashion is, on some level, fundamentally wrong, but you're so high profile, and it's because you're smart, and talented, and not because you're a pretty face who can look convincingly miserable. But if you're presenting an award to a bunch of middle-aged frat boys, in a category you took an upset win in last year, you'd better look amazing. And you didn't. And I was disappointed.

Okay, rant over.

Listening to music and doing laundry.

This song is kind of ridiculously cute.

So today was really, really long.

But I did cobble together some kind of clumsy narrative using a bunch of random clips we shot last week for Fundamentals of Film. I screwed up the end credits though.

I think this is pretty decent considering it was my first time using Final Cut and we didn't actually have a story in mind when we shot the clips. Also the sound isn't synced but that's a problem for another project.

BOSTONNNNNN

I THINK I'LL GO TO BOSTON.

BOSTON.

WHERE NO ONE KNOWS MY NAME.

No, actually, I'm going to go see the Decemberists play, visit Max / Megan / PEOPLE, and have a good time.

SONG TOTALLY UNRELATED EXCEPT IT'S THE ONLY ONE I KNOW ABOUT BOSTON.

ALSO I LIKE IT. Also it is relevant to a play I wrote over break.

Do you like free stuff?

I know you do. I also know that at least some of you are THEATER PEOPLE (we are a special breed, we theater people). Kim, who is my boss at my fantastic internship that I am sure I will talk about some more at a later date, has a blog where she talks about THEATER, especially theater of the MUSICAL persuasion. (Musical theater people are an even special-er breed!)

And she is running a contest.

In her contest, she is giving away free stuff.

Specifically, she is giving away a songbook (aka sheet music) by up-and-coming musical theater composer Ryan Scott Oliver. The rules on how to enter are over on her blog which you will go to by clicking this handy dandy link. It's really easy and harmless and won't take more than a few minutes out of your day. So I advise you DO IT. DO IT NOW.

Also, the dude wrote a dark re-imagining of Peter Pan. What's not to love?

SNOW DAY

I was sort of dreading today on account of having a lot of work to get done before I can go to Boston and have funtimes with Max (and now apparently Megan because we have an extra Decemberists ticket? Long story.) But now it's a snow day and all my classes are cancelled. (Pretty sure I still have work at 1, though. Better email my boss.)

So how am I going to spend my day?

Editing Like a Dog in Space. FOREVER. Gotta make Milena and Gennady sound less like high schoolers, I think.

Also, MUSIC SPAM.

Cause and Effect

So a little over a year ago I wrote a little 20-minute play called Cause and Effect, which was about two kids sitting in a psychologist's waiting room and was really an experiment in dramatic arcs and which I never expected to go anywhere. And it didn't, but my friend Caleb who is so often my co-conspirator on everything fell in love with one of the characters and begged that he get to play him, one way or another.

Fast forward to last Friday night.

"ALIZA, I NEED A MONOLOGUE FOR FORENSICS COMPETITION."

"OKAY, WHEN?"

"Well, competition's tomorrow... so tonight. I was wondering if I could cut together something from that play about the pyromaniac kid?"

"Okay!"

I was out at the time and he had a copy of the play saved on his computer, so I let him go ahead and get started (note: this is terrible form and as a playwright who expects to be treated professionally, I should never have let him do this, but Caleb is one of my best friends and I knew I'd be getting final say on how the piece worked when I got home, so there was no harm in letting him do the basic assembly.) Later, when I got home, he showed me what he had so far and I realized I was going to need to do a bit of footwork - Cooper's arc in the original one act is the less intense of the two characters, but his intermediate monologues are better. So I did some adjusting, wrote him a new ending, and sent him on his way.

So how did Caleb do with his competition monologue that we tossed together in, oh, half an hour, tops?

"I'm reading instead of memorized, which I think I'll get knocked down two places for... So I'm aiming for third."

So what does this brilliant, overmodest child do? HE TAKES FIRST. What the hell, Caleb. So of course my reaction is to demand he send me a video of his award winning performance, or barring that, a re-creation. What's he do?

"Okay so I was going kind of fast because acting for my parents makes me nervous and I'm in my pajamas but HERE."

Oh Caleb....

Anyways, that's how this dastardly duo stole first at forensics competition.

Let's kick off the New Year with a belated post about Doctor Who!

I somehow forgot to mention in one of my previous posts that some friends and I had a pow-wow on Christmas to watch the Doctor Who 2010 Christmas Special, which was pretty great. I enjoyed the flying sharks and references to marrying Marilyn Monroe, as it's fun to see the Doctor portrayed as anything other than an asexual autistic savant. I just got into Doctor Who in the last year or so, but you could say it's a series I really like. SO HEY, let's watch the trailer for next season and do a quick reaction post!

So what we have here is the trailer for season six, at least the first story arc, possibly more. So right off the bat we've got what are either aristocrats from the French Regency or Pirates, and also Nazis, and they're both looking for our favorite time traveling alien. (Those wacky Nazis.) It looks like the Doctor is chilling with Amy and River. I don't see Rory in any of these early scenes which makes me wonder where everyone's favorite Roman Centurion/Male Nurse has gotten off to. Amy in a fancy dress with a petticoat... cut to scary black man with a gun and the Doctor... in the oval office, requesting a SWAT team and some cookies.

If these are all scenes from the same episode, I am very curious what Steven Moffat and his team are up to. But, moving on...

Flyover of Monument Valley, Doctor in a stetson, OH HI RORY I SEE YOU MADE IT TO OUR LITTLE SHINDIG AFTER ALL. 8) Flashback to last season with the fez, oh hi River you are looking as Mary Sue as ever. Is the writing team sure this little expedition wasn't just an excuse to make the whole gang wear flannel? At any rate, it seems they've been recruited to work on something at Area 51 (this is the only reason the Doctor would ever be caught dead on American soil - to deal with an alien threat.

So it is implied that the Doctor, in bedraggled unshaven scientist mode, has summoned himself because he can't deal with this shit on his own. Okay then! And then shit gets real! Aliens! Amy running! Rory running! River naked!

Wait. Why is River naked?

If this is a hint that we are actually going to find out anything useful about River this season, that would be awesome, k thx Mr. Moffat.

So Amy's screaming, the Doctor is monologuing ominously, everyone looks pretty freaked out, and we see... a member of the Mos Eisley Cantina band?

ALRIGHT THEN. Bring on season six.

So this is pretty cool.

Vocaloids are one of those weird japanese things that I've always been sort of tangentially aware of but never really cared about, though they are pretty neat. I have friends who are really into this stuff, know all the names and histories of the different characters, but I never really cared. They're computer programs. If you have enough time on your hands, you download them and make them sing things. It's fun to listen to, but it's not really something I really care to get involved with, you know?

But I thought this was a really cool video.

Giga Puddi

Is there much I love more than Weird Japanese Stuff? (Oh. Wait. Rockets, Neil Gaiman, dogs, and chai lattes. )But I do love strange Japanese confectionaries a whole lot. Mochi ice cream? Daifuku? Pocky? Bring that shit on, son. Delicious! And, fortunately, yours truly lives near one of two M2M Asian Grocery Stores in all of New York City. So if this stuff exists anywhere in Manhattan, it should not be too hard to find.

I propose we make this stuff, and do a reaction video. It'll be fun!

ALSO, Christoph Waltz as an angry Austrian Jew in the Water for Elephants movie? Be still, my fangirl heart! Oh Hollywood, you have redeemed yourself from the curse of Robert Pattinson in this truly wise casting choice. Christoph Waltz is a perfect August, all suave and debonair. I am now officially excited to see it!

You are fair game if:

• You know I blog.
• You read my blog.
• You are related to me.
• I have known you for an exceedingly long amount of time.
• You are famous.
• There is a noteworthy event involving you.
• You are involved in amusing anecdotes I feel comfortable letting my mother read.

I will not blog about you if:

• You don't know I blog.
• You don't read my blog.
• I just met you and you are not famous.
• You don't read my blog yet but might in the future.
• I think you would be kind of weirded out if you knew I was blogging about you.
• You asked me not to.
• Anecdotes involving you are not mother-appropriate. (Like, if we got drunk together... I wouldn't blog about it.)

So, basically, by reading this post you are FAIR GAME.

Also Jesus Christ on a cracker, the roomies and I watched this tonight and it is amazing. I want to make movies like this.

So today was interesting.

Today, I:

1) Went to an AUSA (Anthropology Undergraduate Student Association) movie night and watched a documentary about the Amish.

2) Made new friends.

3) Played old school Super Smash Brothers

4) Went to a fucking awesome poetry smash.

5) Finally saw my amazing friend Chris perform (he's a hip-hop/rap artist and poetry slammer)

6) Was told by a random person in an elevator that they loved me.

7) Came home and finally watched the movie Moon.

8) Which is a fucking amazing movie. HERE'S A TRAILER, ADD IT TO YOUR NETFLIX QUEUE, IT IS AWESOME. Seriously, I think it's the only movie I've seen that actually manages to match the mood and style of 2001: A Space Odyssey and do a good job of it. I'm easily fascinated by speculative/realistic Sci Fi, but this was seriously amazing. Also I really like the theme music and I need it for my writing playlist.