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Name: andrew
Birthday: 2/27/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: my earthly passion is film. i'm a movie fanatic. i enjoy kurosawa, truffaut and hitchcock every bit as much as jarmusch, tarantino and p.t. anderson. the pursuit of God is much more crucial to my existence than anything else. knowing Him is a constant aspiration, and that learning knows no end.
Expertise: movies and being an arrogant elitist, occasionally at the same time.
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
4/6/2004
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| there's no real purpose or need for any sort of continuance in this update. i could be killing one last Marlboro as i wait to chauffeur my roommate to the Dayton airport instead, but i guess my recent stumblings into the overgrown, near-forgotten niche of weakfingers made me a touch nostalgic for the old ultrablogging. or maybe i'm proving myself the April fool in some abstract way.
the Pause magazine endeavor is still clacking along, slowly building a readership and a sense of personal identity. my film reviews have been exclusive to the website for a time, and while i haven't gotten one up in a few weeks, i'm pounding out what will amount to a total of 13 filmic reactions, thanks to a week in Austin for the South By Southwest festival earlier last month. it's a workload i'm struggling to maintain control of.
the pharmacy business is keeping my bills payed. my brother leaves for Army boot camp in a month, which will prompt one last (for the time being) Dykstra family reunion in the wilds of Michigan next weekend. i'm hoping to find a first shift job somewhere when i get back, which may help me regain a freedom of movement that allows for an actual social life. or maybe it'll just provide me more time to be a hermit.
John Adams is a masterwork, easily one of the best television miniseries i've ever seen. American history having been my favorite subject back in grade school, it's been exhilarating witnessing something that not only brings back that fascination, but deepens it with layers of humanity and exhaustive narrative accounts that were never fully explored in the textbooks. the acting by everyone, from leads Paul Giamatti, Laura Linney and Tom Wilkinson down to supporters David Morse, Sarah Polley, Danny Huston and my boy Zjelko Ivanek, among the vast others, is absolutely superb and true. this is historical cinema at its best.
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| coming this saturday, November the 3rd, is the fourth annual Horrorthon. we'll be going a little more traditional with the picks this year, for better or worse. due to how packed October was, we weren't able to do this before Halloween. oh well... here's the lineup:
Twin Peaks - Pilot episode
Slither
The Shining
The Ghost And Mr. Chicken
The Silence Of The Lambs
as soon as ben hooks up the showtimes, i'll post them. let me know if you want to come.
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| radio silence breaks as october finally kicks in...
what looks to be a rainy week continues on, with temps dropping like a rock and moods draining like the leaks in the sky. watching Does Your Soul Have A Cold?, a fascinating IFC doc on the newfound state of depression in japanese people (did you know depression wasn't even officially considered a legitimate medical condition in japan until the turn of this century? that blew my mind) this morning seemed oddly appropriate.
i guess i'll just make this a reader's digest update for now. the family has long since moved to michigan. i talk to them fairly regularly on the phone, but haven't seen their faces in a couple months. i think there's still a part of me trying to adjust to the physical separation. it's kinda weird how your idea of "home" can change so radically depending on the people around you. that fact is having an interesting effect on me right now.
as of a couple weeks ago, my probation has been terminated. rather unexpected, but relieving. i haven't taken advantage of the rediscovered freedom yet, but it'll happen soon.
i'll probably come back and elaborate on more of these things tonight when i get off work. i hope you all are being fulfilled day by day. be well
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| EDIT: due to extenuating circumstance, the notice on this is incredibly short, but you need to be aware of this upcoming deal. Listener will be doing an unofficial extension of his Tour Of Homes at the bergman hovel (1913 Knollridge Lane, Cincinnati, Oh 45231, for all you online direction seekers. use mapquest at your own risk) on thursday night at 8. $5 goes to the starving artist, and the enjoyment and awe goes to you. plan your thursday evening accordingly. i now return you to your irregularly scheduled introspection.
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before i go any further...
http://www.pauseculture.com (now completed)
this thing is a pretty huge part of why i have been almost nonexistent in this virtual space and so harried and distracted in the physical. thanks to chris bergman with his insane logic patterns and ambition, i have a magazine to help boost off the sidewalk and into the stratosphere and straight to your face. i now have a "managing editor" (lackey to the rest of you) label to add to "contributing writer". brace yourselves, as i also do.
-my life's had quieter moments...-
between the comings and goings of endeared visitors from columbus and michigan over the weekend, life once again reveals itself as the beautiful hardship it is. the whole "life's a bitch, and then you die" mentality only holds so much sway over me. if there's no beauty in the broken things, than life is resigned to being that bitter, and we are staring at our unforgiving fate. but if the beauty is there, everlasting beneath the surface of the desecration... we need to let it lead us to what we lack, what we need, what we cannot live without.
my penchant for self-destruction is being provoked and goaded on more than it ever has. my flesh still screams and begs to be left in the cold comfort of familiarity. success and maturity are acceptable losses; expendable opportunities when held to the flickering light of the ramshackle structure of Status Quo. through the blood of exhaustion and the smoke of complacency, i see a brighter light, feel a warmer place, breathe a cleaner air than i ever have. it's another mile of broken glass and contortioned emotion to go.
i can't turn back from this...
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| neither audrey tatou or sergei lopez show up in these credits - odd. stupid. Moving Day is creeping closer (i feel like some random rodent in Secret Of Nimh saying that), and the beginning of the good news is that i nailed down a living space with the Nerds (dave-o, john, james, uber-cheap rent and cable/internet). the good news continues with my brand spankin' new HP laptop, owned as of saturday. wi-fi ready, dvd player, windows vista etc... she's a beaut. still needs a name though. todd, why'd you have to claim boneesha...? the other holes in the tarp are being patched as we speak: the t-bird's in the shop getting itself brushed up for roadplay, i completed to preliminary test to finally getting hired at the pharmacy (after 7 months of languishing in temp status, i'm pretty sure this is all formality), and i take my crushingly boring remedial driving class on saturday, the second to last bruising obstacle on the gauntlet before yours truly finally hits the streets again. glory be. you better know be driving like a grandma til my probation gets lifted. - we search for meaning because there is meaning to be found and once found, it transforms us. it enlightens us. it causes us great sorrow, but it brings a greater hope. the world that was pulled over our eyes is fully exposed, as are we ourselves. and we realized our perspective was compromised and devastated the whole time. we realized we were dead when we saw what real Life looked like. we realized that this profound thing could not be proven. it could be argued poorly or convincingly, but only by being sought after and encountered, as it had encountered us, could it be found. 1Cor 1:18-19
"For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written, "I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent." it's not what we make of it. it's what it is. when we find ourselves in it, we find infinitely more. unprovable, but absolutely there. | | |
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