wildcat

Spliced in: selections from the Run, Lola, Run soundtrack, fragmented paragraphs to insert like genitalia into the new opening scene for the Sadie Valentino short story, the completed outline of my Hime Sushi presentation for Technical Writing, Proulx's The Shipping News on the toilet with my underwear pulled down to my ankles, an assignment from Lorna to write a sequence from two different time/space angles, an episode of Sex in the City that I've seen too many times. Sarah Jessica Parker walking away from Chris Noth with a ridiculous "some women are untamed horses" metaphor going on the background while other people gabble away about a Robert Redford / Barbara Streisand film which should probably be avoided. Thinking about how Morrison's Doom Patrol is about the misfit teenagers of adolescence essentially facing and dealing with, dispatching the little terrors of childhood, how all the villains sound like and often are nursery rhymes. Cleveland Lounge's "Drowning," a drum and bass song that made the circuit around the raves in Prince George my last summer there, especially on that one night in July with me freshly single and off my tree with Matthew and the Scooby Gang, David Quast telling me how weird it was to rehearse a play with my dad at my house with the photograph of me at four years old on display, a light summer rain rushing over me while we went up. Matthew and I having the most cinematic conversation of our lives (shouting at each other from parallel stairs up to different buildings, to be shot in profile).

I'm going to type out two page's worth of bulleted points for the transparencies, and then I'm going to do some writing. Because that's far more interesting.