suddenly the breeze picked up
and the sky went grey
and i felt happy;
absolved of my responsibilities for the day
because ‘isn’t the weather terrible’
a day to sit inside and watch rohmer’s ‘tale of springtime’
there is nothing i love more than rohmer’s films
even when they contradict my opinions or don’t touch on them at all;
rohmer’s films are apolitical, classical, and i don’t know if i believe in radical conservatism
rohmer’s films are about love, morality, the artistic process
three things i think about always
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it’s a catholic thing
i love rohmer, bresson, de la tour
i spoke of my love for pascal and noam said ‘he’s crazy!’
not wanting to seem crazy i said ‘yeah i guess’
still i agree with pascal
because i am a ‘crazy bitch’
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don’t touch me (x20)
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maybe i’m a catholic thing
because i think porn is wrong and i think everything is porn
i don’t want people to kiss in front of me
i don’t want people to touch in front of me
everything is wrong and everything is porn
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i believe repression is good
i instinctively know that i have bad instincts
rohmer employed the most minimal of camera movements
his characters dressed simply, their outfits perfect in the most quiet way
because rich people know how to play down their wealth
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it’s raining now and i hope it never stops
what i said about repression was a lie
because what if rain is just the tears of god
that was a lie as well
i’m not sure if i believe in god
not like ontologically or anything,
i’m just bad at making decisions
in the myspace angle
i look less like a yoshitomo nara drawing
and more like a frog who is also a rabbi
at the ethiopian restaurant
i said
‘when half-jewish girls
want the cultural prestige of being jewish
without actually having to look jewish -
that is rude’
because lena dunham’s breasts are much nicer than mine
and even my mother said
‘being jewish we didn’t exactly win the genetic monopoly’
when i said to her,
‘i am thirteen pounds overweight
and it has been awful for me my whole life’
sometimes love is as
sweet as kalbi (beef delicacy)
sometimes the taste is likened
to the milk of a cow who has
done nothing wrong
sometimes love is as hard
as a certain kind of stone
for building houses
do you sometimes feel like if you don’t get constant affirmation re your existence you will just explode or is that just me
i need like a ‘hype man’ that will constantly tell me that i am good and what i’m doing is good
