Tomorrow, I embark on A Trip, in which I go from Tokyo to London, via train & bus & other such apparati. This is how I feel about that right now. (Minus the insane nerves & fears & miss-you-alreadys that I drown in sheer, absolute denial.)

Tomorrow, I embark on A Trip, in which I go from Tokyo to London, via train & bus & other such apparati. This is how I feel about that right now.

(Minus the insane nerves & fears & miss-you-alreadys that I drown in sheer, absolute denial.)

May 12, 2012
In the spirit of Sight & Sound’s latest Top Ten list being compiled.

Not thinking about it too hard, in alphabetical order, my list would be:

ANNIE HALL - Woody Allen, 1977

CHUNGKING EXPRESS (重庆森林) - Wong-Kar Wai, 1994

THE GREEN RAY (Le Rayon vert) - Eric Rohmer, 1986

MARRIAGE, ITALIAN STYLE (Matrimonio all’italiana) - Vittorio De Sica, 1964

MY NEIGHBOUR TOTORO (となりのトトロ) - Hayao Miyazaki, 1988

THE RULES OF THE GAME (La Règle du jeu) - Jean Renoir, 1939

SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE (Scener ur ett äktenskap) - Ingmar Bergman, 1973

TAXI DRIVER - Martin Scorsese, 1976

TOKYO STORY (東京物語) - Yasujirō Ozu, 1953

VERTIGO - Alfred Hitchcock, 1958

movietown May 4, 2012
The Fear

Today has been my penultimate Thursday at the Cinémathèque. This trip — this impending enormous life-changing incredibly risky trip — still seems so unreal, even though I am likely to say it is the realest thing I’ve ever done.

But now? The Fear is kicking in just the tiniest bit. 

I’ve always been lucky; it’s one of my greatest strengths. I went right from high school to university, which I finished in three years thanks to a series of good summer jobs and Not Fucking Around (i.e., not going on big trips or doing exchanges or any of that). And after University? An amazing job at one of the greatest places I’ve ever been — relevant to my degree in film studies (and political science fell to the wayside), working with great people I really get along with. Almost three years later, here I am.

Full disclosure: I’m 23. I am leaving the job of my dreams to go traveling. I have never really made a big leap with my eyes closed, and I have always wanted to. I want this before I get tied up in “things going on” and “career moves”. I want to pack up my life in a backpack and say, LET’S GO FOR IT.

ACK.

May 3, 2012
Sonya

the-partisan:

is moving in 5 weeks. I’ve known for a while but today it just hit me hard. (Maybe cause we sat here for 3 hours watching RHOV and giggling drinking wine). Someone better finish this damn season with me. :(:(:(:(:(

If I believed in any God I’d be thanking them daily for bringing such a ridiculously awesome girl into my life.

This is how I feel about Sonya leaving Vancouver. If anyone ever understood expressing emotions via gif, it’s her. Aw girl, I just love you.

WELP. I know I’ve left this tumblr alone forever and now it just might be “reblogging stuff Alex has said about me in an incredibly flattering fashion”, but here we are. I’ll miss this lady lots and hope beyond hope we get to live in the same city for most of our adult lives. That’s a much more looming/difficult proposition than I thought it would be even six months ago, but the world is getting smaller and I hope that eventually we’ll both end up in a great city with lots going on. Maybe even more than a Real Housewives show. (I know that’s asking a lot.)

Sooo much sista luv forever!

Apr 4, 2012

tank-commander:

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Trailer [HD]

HELLO 

I am curious re: why it's not subtitled There and Back Again Dec 20, 2011
In his review of Martin Scorsese’s “Hugo” in the magazine this week, David Denby writes, “No other work of art has demonstrated so explicitly how gears, springs, shutters, wheels, and tracks can generate wonders.” I think it’s a tie. There’s a miraculous moment in one of the all-time great DVD supplements—a segment from Jacques Rivette’s 1967 film “Jean Renoir, The Boss,” featured on the second disk of Criterion’s release of “The Rules of the Game”—in which Renoir cites the shot he considers the best he ever made, which is from that 1939 film: the tracking shot of the massive music machine of the Marquis de la Cheyniest (Marcel Dalio) that ends with the aristocrat himself, presenting his prize possession to his assembled guests with pride and humility—pride in his taste and humility before its object, pride in his possession of the fabulous contrivance, and humility before its invention. — Richard Brody talks about Hugo in The New Yorker.
pride in his possession of the fabulous contrivance and humility before its invention Dec 5, 2011
alxcited: Today is Sonya’s Birthday, and while the (hopefully) wild celebrations won’t take place till Saturday I hope you’ll send some good vibes her way with me. She’s a one a million friend who just gets it. You know the kind that you can email all day talking about nothing and everything and still want to hang out with at night? We share a mutual appreciation for Lars Von Trier, Mark Harris, any/all wine, food trucks, guys that don’t suck/discussing if they exist, books, spontaneous road trips, and Amanda Bynes’ twitter … if that’s not the basis for fine friendship I don’t know what is. On top of that she doesn’t even make you feel bad when you get drunk, fall down, and then leave a bar without even telling her where you went. Not that I’ve done that more than once (yes I have). We met sometime around third year film studies at UBC when she was already 900% cooler than me, and whatever reason made her befriend this yokel from Northern Ontario, I’m sure glad she did. I always feel like I get way more out of this friendship than she does, I hope to her I’m even half the friend she is to me. ‘Cause truth be told, there is no way I could have made it through the job hunt hell and painful breakup that this year brought me without her.  On Saturday I’ll probably tell her a million times that she’s the best (as I do after approximately 3.5 drinks). I’ve never felt happier that someone’s life is going amazingly, than I currently do for her. I hope tonight she’s feeling all the love and warm fuzzy feelings in this world because she deserves it. Happy Birthday!!! Oooookayyy, well this is just the nicest thing. If tumblr ever needed one single reason to exist, this niceness is better than most. There’s really no good way to respond to something so singularly great as a good friend expressing good friendship… so I’ll just say this: I am SUPER SUPER grateful to whatever grace ended up making Alex and I such good friends. Smart, funny, and definitely a lady with some serious emotional intelligence. I’m pretty sure we really took turns carrying each other through this year. Sometimes literally. (Leaving Portland, for instance, definitely required some ~steely friendship~ hahaha) Awwwww, MY HEART! We’ll definitely be Taco Tuesdays for years to come. PS. “guys that don’t suck/discussing if they exist”? Brilliant. PPS. Great hair in that pic girl.

alxcited:

Today is Sonya’s Birthday, and while the (hopefully) wild celebrations won’t take place till Saturday I hope you’ll send some good vibes her way with me. She’s a one a million friend who just gets it. You know the kind that you can email all day talking about nothing and everything and still want to hang out with at night? We share a mutual appreciation for Lars Von Trier, Mark Harris, any/all wine, food trucks, guys that don’t suck/discussing if they exist, books, spontaneous road trips, and Amanda Bynes’ twitter … if that’s not the basis for fine friendship I don’t know what is. On top of that she doesn’t even make you feel bad when you get drunk, fall down, and then leave a bar without even telling her where you went. Not that I’ve done that more than once (yes I have). We met sometime around third year film studies at UBC when she was already 900% cooler than me, and whatever reason made her befriend this yokel from Northern Ontario, I’m sure glad she did. I always feel like I get way more out of this friendship than she does, I hope to her I’m even half the friend she is to me. ‘Cause truth be told, there is no way I could have made it through the job hunt hell and painful breakup that this year brought me without her.  On Saturday I’ll probably tell her a million times that she’s the best (as I do after approximately 3.5 drinks). I’ve never felt happier that someone’s life is going amazingly, than I currently do for her. I hope tonight she’s feeling all the love and warm fuzzy feelings in this world because she deserves it. Happy Birthday!!!

Oooookayyy, well this is just the nicest thing. If tumblr ever needed one single reason to exist, this niceness is better than most.

There’s really no good way to respond to something so singularly great as a good friend expressing good friendship… so I’ll just say this: I am SUPER SUPER grateful to whatever grace ended up making Alex and I such good friends. Smart, funny, and definitely a lady with some serious emotional intelligence.

I’m pretty sure we really took turns carrying each other through this year. Sometimes literally. (Leaving Portland, for instance, definitely required some ~steely friendship~ hahaha)

Awwwww, MY HEART! We’ll definitely be Taco Tuesdays for years to come.

PS. “guys that don’t suck/discussing if they exist”? Brilliant.

PPS. Great hair in that pic girl.

Nov 30, 2011
There are two novels that can transform a bookish 14-year-kld’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish daydream that can lead to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood in which large chunks of the day are spent inventing ways to make real life more like a fantasy novel. The other is a book about orcs. — 

“The Value of Nothing” by Raj Pate

Well this vindicates, you know, my entire existence.

(via film-schooled)
Nov 25, 2011
Huh.

Huh.

Nov 17, 2011
The average life span of a transgendered person is twenty-three years. The statistic is shocking, until it begins to make sense. Gender non-conformists face routine exclusion and violence. Transgendered people are disproportionately poor, homeless, and incarcerated. Many of the systems and facilities intended to help low-income people are sex-segregated and thereby alienate those who don’t comply with state-imposed categories. A trans woman may not be able to secure a bed in a homeless shelter, for example. Spade writes that just as the feminist movement tended to “focus on gender-universalized white women’s experience as ‘women’s experience,’” the lesbian- and gay-rights movement has focused primarily on a white, middle-class politic, centered on marriage and mainstream social mores. — 

Guernica / Trans-Formative Change

Dean Spade is the first openly trans law professor. Meaghan Winter interviews him for Granta.

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Oct 30, 2011