at times to push through tragedy, it is bes' we appreciate the culture. and so i offer this: https://vimeo.com/182706453 seems something you would enjoy.
anonymous, you flirting with me or wha? thank you for, again, attention to my tastes; been following this since they start production...good looking out; hoping you continue...walk good
also, anon, tragedy you speak of is my not-writing-well-spell, or the state of life, the universe, and everything? just realise i forget to ask...plus, yuhknow the real reason i ask about identity is not to unmask, per se, but simply because using comments here is a particularly inefficient way to communicate...talk soon. walk good.
should be wukkin but words eh coming and tabs need closing, sooo...attempting this other productivity... lemme start with the most upsetting. because i need to archive this so i can find it when i need to remember. or remind somebody. women endangered out here and men will blame everything but themselves... then this, because reading it make me feel somewhat better 'bout life as part of another endangered group; i hope becky becomes a slur. still dealing in reality but less depressing, local history for my research+writing, woodbrook (plus the rest of that best of trinidad site to investigate and maybe sidebar) and the mystery of the galfa graves. and in unreality, theatre practitioners' joy, hilarious rehearsal notes re:chair...and [semi?]reality, hadda be the best costume shop evahhh in a place i'd never go for no other reason except for the treasure of unclaimed luggage sent there (alabama, though, seriously?) and, with a bang, my kinna madness, potential reality [written by sean crouch, directed by devon avery] one-minute time machine
but 1st: anonymous commenter on my previous post, wham dread? you must know me because the tiny handful who bother coming here do so because they do, plus, you nail my musical tastes; i love the track and wanna know who to thank and you not 1 of the 2 i assumed you'd be, so...big question mark!? talk to the i, nah... that said, is apparently my birthday. seems the appropriate moment to try+archive the ongoing noise in my head that is my aforementioned constant state of existential terror, no? i say so. so here we go... txt 1st: evolutionary argument against reality...then someting tha'd usually drive me bananas: videos, then closing with more reading...but this is the order that make sense. and small disclaimer: 1st 2 (very short) videos are technically covered in the following trilogy, but use examples not in the others that i wanted to archive, too; worth watching all, in order, none that long...
not quite the same, but for me, related concepts, identity+communication:
and finally, also related (for me, anyway): what cringing at your own voice says about you; not that i didn' already know the biology, but because this read brings self-awareness to the equation with identity+communication, plus, relief...i can kinna let go of my years of voiceover anxiety...kinna... so. is my bday. now i going and wine low... walk good.
actually saw this the other day, but thank you, and for the bday wishes, too...and since i sure you know me, you must also know this does nothing for the anonymity issue...hmmmph...mwah. walk good.
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at times to push through tragedy, it is bes' we appreciate the culture. and so i offer this: https://vimeo.com/182706453
seems something you would enjoy.
anonymous, you flirting with me or wha? thank you for, again, attention to my tastes; been following this since they start production...good looking out; hoping you continue...walk good
also, anon, tragedy you speak of is my not-writing-well-spell, or the state of life, the universe, and everything? just realise i forget to ask...plus, yuhknow the real reason i ask about identity is not to unmask, per se, but simply because using comments here is a particularly inefficient way to communicate...talk soon. walk good.
yes, i flirting with you. and i speak of the state of life, the universe, and everything. more inspiration soon come.
@anon
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walk good
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