Saturday, April 14, 2007

" thai films is here! "


Dear all of you!

Thank you all very much for your continued support for one of my pet projects, the Thai Takes 3: Independent Film Festival. I know all of you have super exciting lives that you are leading, or are working, or have been planning something that you really really wanted to do for the longest time...but...

...if you do have time, please consider coming to the festival this weekend. We are screening films at the Museum of The Moving Image in Astoria, Queens. Filmmakers from Thailand, Areeya Chumsai and Nisa Kongsri will be in attendance for their documentary film Innocence. There will be a chance to interact with them at the Q&A session following the screening.

If you want fictional pieces that have atmosphere, mystery, and provides a closer look into the subtleties of the ever-evolving Thai cinematic experience, then come to see the film Invisible Waves, by Pen-Ek Rattanareung, which is preceded by the first Thai short film selected for the Cannes Film Festival 2006, Graceland, by Anocha Suwichakornpong.

Thank you for your consideration. If yo ushowed up at the opening, thank you very much...I hope my speech was edutaining. If you can't make it, tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend; I'm always happy to meet new people, and what better introduction to Thai cinema do you want? The greatest pieces are all right here in NYC right now!!!

If you are unable to make it to the Museum (remember to check the status of the subways so you don't end up going somewhere else...), please try to check out our website for the film schedule next weekend at the Pioneer Theater in the East Village, Manhattan. Yeah!!!

Hit me up if you need more information, of check out the website. I'll see you there!



Tuesday, April 10, 2007

" brent tells it to me like it is "


me: link to this!

brent: weird

me: and sort of awesome? they had an episode with something like that on Northern Exposure once. seems sort of legit to a point


me: and this!!!

brent: stop sending interesting stuff! I'm trying to clean my room!

cleaning shmeaning

brent: the hampster thing is truly brilliant though

me: i thought so...makes me feel dumb for getting the super awesome one now but not really, cause the hamster, while cute, would get stinky and most likely die

brent: everything dies.


" new bike here now!! " or " how i am severely out of shape "


actually, i'm not "in" or "out of" shape at all. rather, i am am just a shape.

i got my super bicycle today, and it rides smooth and sweet. quick to respond and the grips are as comfy as holding onto your sweetheart at all the right angles.

but as i said, my legs are mushy, all of my muscles are oatmeal. my cardiovascular system is really really sad. it's as if my body forgot to tell me that i'm in dire need of some sort of exercise.

bicycling then becomes one of the best ways to work on all of these things at the same time. i mean seriously, i rode from the bike store to my apartment and i was all tired and hyper-extended and sweaty and in a tizzy.

it was really really sad.

but at least i got my bike. which rocks something fierce!

now all i got to do is rally up the fellow bikers and plan a bike ride to freedom!!!

or at least to hamburgers or fish n' chips.

(photos to follow)

tonight's homework:

do fifty sit-ups and push-ups, then stretch, then fall asleep.


Saturday, April 07, 2007

" in almost a month "


the month in between posts, and oh the occurrences.

film festival is near underway. gray hairs and migraines all around. is it enough to give yourself completely to something and in return, without expecting any sort of reciprocity, begin to wither away into the beast of tasks and redundancies?

the transition from winter into spring has been rough for lack of a more appropriate word.

there were reported snow flurries in manhattan a few days ago; in a time in which by all means mr. springtime-sunny-robin's-nest-tulip-bud should have been on arrival. there is something most definitely amiss, and no one had the time to send me the postcard reminder.

so on and on we all tumble into the future, as the day unfurls itself like a lazy blooming blossom. while i sit in sickness and tissue paper fighting off cranial pressures and scrambling to troubleshoot international print traffic, i remember that this perhaps was what it is all about.

why complain so much when you knew that there could be no hustle, without the bustle?