Filmmakers as children: Luis Buñuel, Ingmar Bergman, Yasujiro Ozu, Satyajit Ray, Akira Kurosawa, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Jacques Tati, Andrei Tarkovsky, and Stanley Kubrick.
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Filmmakers as children: Luis Buñuel, Ingmar Bergman, Yasujiro Ozu, Satyajit Ray, Akira Kurosawa, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Jacques Tati, Andrei Tarkovsky, and Stanley Kubrick.
I had the same damn sailor suit!!
Moving on
Did you ever get the feeling you've been at the party too long? I was going to the UU for a long time with that feeling. My close friends had all moved away or died, there was a new guard who had even omitted me from the membership roles. I was told I wasn't a member of a congregation that I had been going to for 12+ years(!?) Then, when Don Mohr died the guy who had taught me to meditiate, Dave Dickey showed up at the memorial service.Â
2 years hence I had been to the Zen center after reading Hardcore Zen by Brad Warner. I went through the orientation but got the impression I had pissed off the monks there somehow.Â
I wrassled with this for a long time. Turned out the feeling was completely wrong, it's just that Soto guys can be kind of strict and rough. I look at it as an initiation to get through.Â
So Dave had been spending his time at the Zen center. I told him about my experience there and he said they were in actuality a very friendly bunch that was just the way they came across.Â
So I forced myself to come back. Most of the time Dave and I are the only ones there besides the monks and I often screw up the moves. There's a lot of bowing in different directions turning and standing up at certain times. If you do it long enough there starts to be a certain coherency in it and I suspect this is all part of the experience.Â
But going there has been like therapy for me. I've struggled for a long time with the regret of not accepting reinstatement to Wells Fargo, which would have been a sweet deal, but also would have meant that I would be doing nothing but foreclosures instead of SAVING people's houses like I was when I first started.Â
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Jessica is Playing Tonight
Jessie is playing a violin concerto at the Methodist (?) church in Irmo tonight.
I just can't identify. With this world so I don't try.
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Blood of the Man Devil (1965)
Lon Chaney, John Carradine and Kathryn Victor (Wild Wild World of Batwoman) in a totally SATANIC black and white late-nighter from the great year of 1965 before the '60 became the 60's!! gnome sane, I mean before hippies and flower power and all that. Theres guys who are suspected of turning into werewolves, satanists and scantily clad dancing girls frugging their frahitas to some wild exotica! The Psychotronic Encyclopedia of Film says, "Watch for it!" Back in the previous century I would have happily ploinked down 20 semolians for a bootleg VHS tape of this. Here's the whole thing for you, kids, but I know you won't watch it because you young 'uns won't watch anything that's in black and white. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luFn3KEFxxc
Another selfie from hell
This was me a few years ago with a future Tumblr member.
Jessie and Cristina performing at the Heathwood coffeehouse.Â