livin' 'neath the law

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overanalyzing ghost

As is the case with many people tonight, the death of Patrick Swayze caused me to watch one of his movies. Having not seen it in many years, I opted for Ghost.

It's amazing how poorly written this movie is!

Sam sort of indirectly causes the death of both his killer and the conspirator in his murder. He harasses the gunman until he gets hit by a car. But it's apparently OK, because Sam is a cute white guy and Willie is a bad brown guy.

I mean, none of this is explored.

Also, there is the glaring separation of heaven and hell, good and evil. Clearly, there can't have been both good and bad things you did in life. Nope, you're going to one of two places and that's that. It doesn't matter that Sam is involved in high-end banking, that his whole career is based on transferring money from rich people to more rich people.

Demi Moore's hair is undeniably awful.

Whoopi, though, gives one of the better comedic performances I can remember ever seeing in a film. Which is saying a lot - and ultimately redeems the film.


But - there is a very intimate slow dance scene Demi has with Whoopi, and of course they have to put Patrick's body there cause they can't show two women being close like that - icky.

The ending is so long and drawn out.

In short, this is porn for simple people with a lazy Christian ethos.

guilt vs. shame

Guilt = internal dialogue between you and God or some moral authority.

Shame = external dialogue; social condition.

sweet dreams

This guy could not be more awesome. His stage name is Hyperpotamus and he's a looping vocal artist from Madrid.

I had the pleasure of meeting him (thanks Mike and Serena!) and he is a super nice guy. He's currently touring the US. I got to see his ish live and it was phenomenal!

jumping into this lake
pulling on the engines of seep and of sand
we are all still wet.

the river on the other side of the mountain tosses
little drops of patience.
i do not catch them.

i look stupidly at nature
failing to see the perfection of such folly


i let a million little poems die tonight.
let them drown at any cost, at any
depth
i need for them to stop moving
tonight;
to not feel
the crimson burning boiling underneath

my heart.Forget my heart.my
heart.

backpacker kitty

This kitty is SO happy! Warms the heart.

[via cuteoverload]

more navel gazing

A close friend asked me recently whether I believe in the soul, and reincarnation. She seems to be questioning a lot of that stuff these days.

I've never really questioned that life goes on after the Earthly death. I don't know if it's as lyrical as the Buddhist or Hindu version of it all, and I'm not sure I believe in karma specifically -- although it's awfully convenient to think of there actually being a justice system within the cosmos.

So that's where I am - always questioning, you know? And the very idea of worshiping a deity is preposterous in this day and age, I think. It goes against the most basic tenets of evolution.

I do think that the amount of hurt you cause probably comes back to you eventually in some way. No, I do not know exactly how this works. I don't think it's really like there's a galaxy-sized filing cabinet stuck in a corner of the universe.(How cool would that be though?) It's probably more about energy.

Energy doesn't just stop. It doesn't dissipate. It only transforms. So when the heart stops pumping, the synapses stop firing, and the emotions stop happening, that energy has to transform into something else.

No, I do not know what I am talking about. What I know I believe is this: