i will never do a dvd marathon ever again. or at least i'll do it in the daytime.

like my saturday night drinking of long ago, i felt the effects of this particular saturday's excesses today. i was just beat. my energy level was so low i wanted to sleep the entire day. i was supposed to continue rereading the landow book on hypertextuality for my completion paper but i ended up playing more bejewelled and trivia machine, as well as watching the second half of little miss sunshine as well as pan's labyrinth. the former is as sunny as its title and still unabashedly human. my favorite scenes would have to be three - the moment when the brother finally said something, when olive said that her grandfather was in the trunk of the vw van and when the entire family danced to rick james' superfreak along with olive.

on the other hand, pan's labyrinth was a lush, dark, hopeful film. the two narratives working within it are certainly distinct and yet the viewer definitely knows they are all too intertwined. still, it wasn't executed in a way that either fascist spain is merely a backdrop or that ofelia's fairy tales were merely a commentary or an antidote to the repression of the time. the film was executed in such a way that the viewer is able to march alongside both the goings-on at the house (and spain altogether) and in ofelia's world. it was close to seamless.

i'm mostly happy that journal writing has been feverish of late. i may include some entries here in my blog if they're worth sharing. entries are getting longer and longer. i may need a bigger notebook.

a comment: when that remark about me was finally digested, all i could think of was kanazawa's in a grove. even if i'm really the final arbiter of who i am and what i do, sometimes, if you allow it to happen, it'll be other people's stories of yourself which you'll take as your own. that is indeed a shame if that's the case. then again, it makes for good entertainment.

bait or a remark after the fact?