Tastytronic diary for masterofnone

18 Dec 2002

Wed, 18 Dec 2002 02:30:05 -0700

Another day.

15 Dec 2002

Sun, 15 Dec 2002 17:03:58 -0700

Dear Electronic Diary, Potato spoon fork tomorrow? Funky funky fresh commercial free jam Sesame Street jammy jam.

There. I said it. I know there are those out there spitting in cat's eyes with rage over my having just uttered the Stoppard-style Question/Answer that experts suspect holds the key to unlocking the Unified Theory of Gravity, and possibly a safe deposit box at an unspecified Wells-Fargo banking center.

Or it could turn out to be the blue key that solidifies the dreamy logic in "Mullholland Drive" into something slightly more lucid.

Of course, one shouldn't discount the possibility that I love the cinema of Wes Anderson.

Or I could have just regurgitated, in a double-malted, blended fashion, a few choice lines from "Season's Greetings." That's probably the one. Anyone who has ever wondered if fecal brain matter splatters when applied to a keyboard in the woods when no one is around to hear it has just received their oft-awaited answer.

Seriously, David Lynch is way more weirder than I am-er. More? Oh, four. Score. Seven minutes ago I should have looked at a clock with affectionate affectation. But what effect does this have on the youth in Asia? The cause, in any case, becomes more hidden the less we think about it. One third thought, why don't we just keep them in mind with the the grammar lessons we endured when we were wee wones.

9 Dec 2002

Mon, 09 Dec 2002 15:29:23 -0700

Fact*: masterofnone has eclisped the untouchable caste and is patiently eyeing brahma-status. Thanks, Pete. (And I still have the Rhodes...)

* Little known fact.

9 Dec 2002

Mon, 09 Dec 2002 15:11:49 -0700

Leland Liquors: "Catering to all your spiritual needs." Erik Sundman: "Catering to all the needs of the emotionally masochistic female." Which one is more likely to make the youth in asia cry?

May posterity ever recall this historic first blog- dropping. Being a bbs/ascii novice, I am overcome with the urge to type , "I am danielu@microsoft.com" and the like. But I shall heretofore restrain myself and divert my energies to my former task of occupying a millitantly mediocre manse on this crazy globe 'o ours.

Notes on my recent existence:

1) As always, I have enjoyed my role as armchair critic and pseudo-connoisseur (read, "freely-opining movie snob") of current and celebrated cinema. 2) I recently discovered that my broken television was removed from its secret slumber by a member of the brotherhood of custodial workers, and has subsequently been removed from my possessions list. 3) I have not wavered in my committment to film. 4) The relationship between great movies and myself has undergone a periode of adjustment and acclimatization. .

All of that brings to my current venture, namely, placing digital video discs into my digital video disc player, and listening. Ex-citing. I'd like to think that I'll emerge from this spartan phase as one laconically attuned to the eccentricities of feature film dialogue and hence, in a position to create and judge said verbiage of the highest quality. In reality though, I just find myself having mastered Ed Harris' brilliant line reading of, "WE TAKE THE FUCKING GLENGARRY LEADS!!!!!" And wishing that I had a freakin' T.V.

Stay tuned to my output-doubling entry, "A Juxtaposition of Tastes and Values" presented in Dolby Surround Sound (where available). Void where prohibited or where people couldn't give two shits less.