"I may throw up on you."

Wow, Star Trek!? You got me to like Star Trek? "Kudos" to that team because I sincerely appreciated this movie far more than I thought I would, especially in a time of what I like to call lifepuke.

Can you hear me?

I'm in rock star school.

Chekhov

Yes, the moon is rising. There it is....happiness. I can see it. It's coming nearer and nearer. I can hear it's footsteps. But if we do not see it, if we do not recognize it? Then what does it matter? Others will see it.



To be visionary. To lead. To inspire change. To chase love.

Life in Technicolor

Isaiah 1:13

"Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.

The crucifixion/resurrection is good, it truly is good.

I had forgotten how totally funny Movies in Fifteen minutes were especially Phantom of the Opera.

"[But Raoul is too late, because the mirror has opened and Christine has been pulled through by… an “angel” in formal wear. And a mask. Well, half a mask.]

INCREDIBLY '80S MUSIC: DUHHHHHH! DUNDUNDUNDUN DUHHHHHHH!

CHRISTINE: Wow, I had no idea all these gold candelabra arms were right behind my room.

THE ANGEL OF MUSIC: Yeah, I got ’em cheap off some beast. You like?

[The Angel then takes her through the opera house basement on a horse, then by a ferry, then a stagecoach, then a steamboat, then a biplane with a layover in the fourth cellar, and finally to a gondola. They are serenaded by electric guitars and waterproof candles.]

CHRISTINE: Are we there yet?

THE PHANTOM: No.

CHRISTINE: Are we there yet?

THE PHANTOM: No.

CHRISTINE: Will we get there any faster if I flash all of my thigh and possibly more?

THE PHANTOM: …Yes.

© 2005 Cleolinda Jones. All rights reserved. cleolinda.livejournal.com

2008 or Death and All of His Friends.

Dear 2008,


I wanted to be a fan, but not so much. You had so much promise: another country, a new president, the Olympics, a new Shyamalan film, a new Coldplay album. Yet, with all that good, you left me bitter, numb, angry, and a better person. You changed me 2008.

a new fear
a new president
a new hope
a new style
more coldplay
poor shyamalan films
the olympics
michael phelps
china
austrailia
Lost
Bus Stop
new phobias
a dissapointment
a reality
unchangeable present
the underground
bleak
cynicism
fatal
fantastic people
dear sweet tender precious chad
black mountain
angels in america
virgin atlantic
change, a year of change
doubt
isolation
islands ( i still hate them)
rain
perpetual rain
crushed innocence
overwhelming faith
strength from nowhere
lowest of lows
illness
death
change
poverty
hope
new hope
new mexico
sand
sand
sand
big sky
sing a new song

You lit fire of fear that had much to burn

I've never been more ready for a new year.

Stephen Sondheim says of America in Assassins
"I just heard
On the news
Where the mailman won the lottery.
Goes to show:
When you lose, what you do is try again.

You can be
What you choose,
From a mailman to a president.
There are prizes all around you,
If you're wise enough to see"


2008, you are either my biggest enemy or my greatest friend.

Sincerely,
Mitch

It's a Wonderful Life

I never knew how much I think like you.

Typical

Everyone seems to look cooler in the desert. The pictures from New Mexico make us look far more action heroic than we really are, or at least that is true of myself. I am the least exciting action hero ever. I look dumb and awkward most of the time and that's when I'm not tripping over my own feet. However, somewhere inside of me is an extremely dangerous stunt driver. I don't know how he exists, I just know he's there.

Though I may look out of place there, I absolutely love the desert. It could be due to my infatuation with sand and geography but really I think it has more do with opportunity. Out West, it feels like you can do anything. I joked often that in many ways the desert is the opposite of England, which is why it currently feels so good. It's sunny, it's dry, it's pleasant, it's usually warm, and it's full of hope.

Call Me Old Fashioned.

I dreamed about sewing machines last night.

Changeling

This movie reminded me of Hell.

The true meaning of Halloween.

In The Know: Has Halloween Become Overcommercialized?

Fight back you coward!

New international trailer for Half-Blood Prince. Still no sign of the bridge scene. Of course we won't really know anything until JULY!!!

Nashville

On a childhood highway through a night alone
I was barely breathing, I was crawling home
Well it's not quite London or the south of France
Or an Asian island or a second chance

Going back to Nashville, thinking about the whole thing
Guess you gotta run sometimes
Maybe I'm a fast train rolling down the mountain
Watching all my life go by

You're a distant memory, you're an exit sign
I was talking crazy on the driver's side
And I know I hurt you but I won't confess
Was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress

Going back to Nashville, thinking about the whole thing
Guess you gotta run sometimes
Maybe I'm a fast train rolling down the mountain
Watching all my life go by
Going back to Nashville, laughing at a bad break
What's the use in wondering why
Maybe I'm a storm front rolling through the valley
Tearing up a good July

And it's safe and warm where nothing ever happens
Would it be so hard to realign a star or two
Change a southern night for you

Well it's not quite evening, and it's not New York
There's a scar in the blue sky by the old airport
And I'm talking crazy on the driver's side
I will always love you like a long goodbye
-David Mead

Hott Mom

Fight it!!

England

Thank you FilpVideo.


England from blindmeloncroc on Vimeo.

H-ween 08.

Oh man, get ready.

I'm a college student.

The Olympics make me feel like I've accomplished nothing with my life.

Michael Phelps was 19 competing in Athens.

This week we had Friday night off. It was fantastic. After a quick nap to make up for five hours of sleep a small group of us went downtown to experience Asheville. The locals described the event that took place next as "The Drum Circle." We referred to it as "The Hippie Dance Party." In short it was a group of about 200 people in the middle of the city making some beats on their drums. There were so many unbathed humans and other recognizable smells in that circle. However, it was terrifically entertaining and I of course danced like an idiot. One of my favorite games was "Dance Like You Favorite Hippie." I used some of the African dance moves I learned at Thespian Conference a few years ago. Next time you see me ask and I'll demonstrate my new favorite dance move.