me...

i'm not brave; i'm just fleeing in the opposite direction. You are afraid of action, i dread inaction. You fear possibility, i am terrified of opportunities lost. i mean, look in my eyes. Feel my hands on your shoulders. This is it. It's not a rehearsal, it's not an exercise. This is everything. Right now. And you would not take every chance? Choose not to explore? You are the brave ones; you run toward Death. i can't understand you. Current Mood: confused Current Music: "We die only once, and for such a long time." - Le Dépit Amoureux, Molière posted by Arthur @ 8/20/2002 07:21:00 AM	Tuesday, August 20, 2002
Pop Monday: Lear's dying words were "Look there, look there!" Not once, but twice - across time. In this way, the fabled king of poor sight, on his deathbed, became the first filmmaker. Nowhere has there been a more eloquent and complete demonstration of both the power and limitations of the medium. Film has the capacity to show and reshow existence to us, but it is limited by both the director's ability to point, and our ability to see. It seems i can never say this enough: Thanks, Will. Current Mood: awake Current Music: "There's a price to pay for a place safe to hide, inside. It seems that things they could've been different - for both of us, both of us." - Alright Caroline, Third Eye Blind posted by Arthur @ 8/19/2002 06:22:00 PM	Monday, August 19, 2002
Why is it so much easier to get to sleep by dawn light? Current Mood: damn near serene Current Music: "Staring at the ceiling gives me another feeling about who you are" - When It Goes Down, Something Corporate posted by Arthur @ 8/19/2002 07:54:00 AM
"Just for you, I'll tell you a story. Once a king gave a feast for the loveliest princesses in the realm. Now, a soldier who was standing guard saw the king's daughter go by. She was the most beautiful of all, and he fell instantly in love. But what is a simple soldier next to the daughter of a king? At last he succeeded in meeting her, and he told her he could no longer live without her. The princess was so taken by the depth of his feeling that she said to the soldier, 'If you can wait for 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony, at the end of it, I shall be yours.' And with that the soldier went, and waited one day, two days, then ten, then twenty. Each evening the princess looked out, and he never moved! In the rain, in wind, in snow, he was always there! Birds shat on his head, bees stung him, but he didn't budge. At the end of it - ninety days - he had become all dry, all white. Tears streamed from his eyes; he couldn't hold them back. He didn't even have the strength to sleep. And all that time, the princess watched him. At long last, it was the 99th night, and the soldier stood up, took his chair, and left." "What happened at the end?" "That is the end." posted by Arthur @ 8/18/2002 10:39:00 PM	Sunday, August 18, 2002
i believe that everyone gets a handful of lifelong paradoxes. Now that i've actually made it to LA, and everyone expects me to make something of myself, i suppose i should explain my fame conundrum. i've always had aspirations to greatness, but with a very particular intent; to become a writer or director seems the surest way of finding a soulmate. On the other hand, i have an intense fear that becoming famous will blur me. Will she fall in love with me, or my work, or my fame? And i would lose the luxury of being a freak, which weeded out the 95% of girls unwilling to excommunicate society. Loving me has always been a very hard thing to do, and i like it that way. So here i am, desperately stuck. Of course, i'm sure none of this means anything to Life. i just wish she could be here with me now, and then we could love the world together. My current project is a child's science fiction novel, and after i wrote a few paragraphs, i dreamed up the following sequence for Letterman: "Me, you there?" "i'm here." "Glad to have you on the show. From what magical, literary corner of the Universe are you coming to us tonight?" "It's my backyard, Dave." [laughter] "All right, so what've you got planned for us?" "Well, when i was a kid i used to watch your show all the time, and you had this segment where you'd drop watermelons from the top of buildings... But, the thing is, i never really understood the dropping part. i mean, we only ever really wanted to see one thing..." [steps aside to reveal plunger, wired to pile of watermelons] [applause] "i'm taking out the middle man, Dave." [laughter] "Oh man. All right, go ahead..." "My brother Chuck is gonna handle this one." ... "Let's go back out and see how Me is doing. What have you got for us now?" "Well, Dave, now we've got a huge pile of cheap electronic equipment." "Now, Me, that looks pretty dangerous. Have you got the necesssary permits for all that?" "Dave." [laughter] "While you sit there tossing pencils and chatting up celebrities, i could go get 'permits' for my 'explosions'... or me and my brothers could just blow up more stuff." [applause] "All right, here we go. More stuff exploding." "My brother Matt will take this one." ... "Dave, hey Dave." "That sounds like Me. I thought we were done with that. What is it, Me? I thought we exploded everything." "Not quite, Dave. i've got these books..." "Oh, all right, well - Hold on a minute, what books are those?" [while talking, pulls glasses out of breast pocket, begins polishing, sets them on the books] "Dave, whether or not i know what these books are isn't what's important." [laughter] "It's not?" [while talking, pulls magic wand out of hip pocket, tests it, sets it on the books] "No, Dave. What's important is whether or not they explode." [laughter] "All right, take it away." "I'm gonna take care of this one myself, Dave." [laughter] There you have it. i'm an insecure dreamer too. Happy? Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: "But I can't sigh now" - Circles, Soul Coughing posted by Arthur @ 8/18/2002 05:34:00 AM