Monday, July 31, 2006

Squatting down






When will Boo reappear? Those were good times! Although I'm more fond of cats. I wish he would acquire a red persian cat as a new pet to his collection. (Pics by IHJ and JustJared)

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Love is here to stay


"Your skin glows like the flowers, blossoms
as the gardenias in the hope of new hours.
My heart follows your voice but I still feel shame
of meowing like a kitten whispering your name.
The evening floats as a ripped dirty mouse
I'd be so comforted if your visited my house.
I am filled with faith that maybe, someday,
I can drink feverishly your tears of milkshake;
and not, it's not what you're thinking, my sleazy Jake.
As my hips fall off my jeans, it reminds me of your lips.
In the quiet, I listen for the last rattle of the day.
Remember naughty man, I'm here to stay".
-by Kendra-


As well as it's a Lou Reed song, it's a possible title for this little poem, which was previously published in Jake Watch forum.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Almost Siblings?







Both share multitasking skills, musical virtues, and even a similar pendant. On the other hand, my brother and me have a only thing in common: we're lazy.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Maggie inspires poetry

"WATCHING YOU STRIP / MY DAUGHTER"

"Words evaporate (laughable)
breathing you in
in the bleached bone beam
of 760 souls perched
just like me (hypnotizable)
never did I dream
of how full you'd unlock all
the heart/lung/liver
wildness wilderness
blood flow of asteroids -

(It's driving a fucking Maserati, babe,
is what it is. Shit!!) -never did I dream this...

and so some critic's knife will try to cut
(just like Medea's logic, I suppose,
before her smiling children)

-But dies are cast, my girl proud, and so the knife?
And what? of them and theirs?
This is the stream that moves to lakes and rivers
rocks and ocean tides of something oh so far
much grander all than waht the critics see
and who they've been and what they think they know.
The future stretches out her nasty reach
and you can't hide. The growing hurts -remember
sudden ten year old longs arms knocking down a
glass? -and now you move in heels and silk
with grace that takes our fear away.
The growing hurts (and scares the weak!)
And much to learn (of course! Of course!)
Be humble, sure (but stay the course
of something so much larger now than us
or them/or king/or pauper/plumber/niece)

Unleash all of the sun flare's rage
And bet your ass you're in for it (the thick of it)

the rise and fall of all
that now has come before,
amen (no woman's friend,)
will fight you hard

but all tides turn (some modulations, yes, of course)

-but bray away
unloose old Zeus
and weep and cringe
till the cows come in

(Of course, the
fragile shit:
we walk across
the Julia Roberts dizziness
and tenderness etcetera

but how much MORE is
what I saw -to lead us all
to kingdom come? No,
queens to come! the strength of mothrs
grandmothers
great grandmothers
great great grandmothers cut fall
loose

So

look out, folks
my daughter strips
the eyes
the hips
the cheeks
the lips

the power of this!

The journey of the femenine
is soon to be put right again."


-by Stephen Gyllenhaal-
(extracted from from "Claptrap: Notes for Hollywood")

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Natalie gets blonde and angry


Looking back "Malibu days" of Jake and Natalie,

and of Jake and Sophia Bush in Malibu,

I remember that tune sung by Courtney Love:

"MALIBU"

"Crash and burn
All the stars explode tonight
How'd you get so desperate?
How'd you stay alive?
Help me please
Burn the sorrow from your eyes
Oh come on, be alive again
Don't lay down and die

Hey hey, you know what to do
Oh baby, drive away to Malibu

Get well soon
Please don't go any higher
How are you so burned when you're barely on fire?
Cry to the angels
I'm gonna rescue you
I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby
Pour over me

Hey hey, we're all watching you
Oh baby, fly away to Malibu
Cry to the angels
That swallow you
Go and part the sea, yeah, in Malibu

And the sun goes down
I watch you slip away
And the sun goes down
I walk into the waves
And the sun goes down
I watch you slip away
And I walk
And I knew love would tear you apart
Oh, and I knew the darkest secret of your heart

Hey hey, I'm gonna follow you
Oh baby, fly away, yeah, to Malibu
Oceans of angels
Oceans of stars
Down by the sea is where you drown your scars

I can't be near you
The light just radiates" -Hole("Celebrity Skin")

Monday, July 24, 2006

Peace Times

Saturday, July 22, 2006

The Cavalier Daily Review

"On Oct. 2, 1988, 16-year-old Donnie Darko hears from an evil bunnyman named Frank that the world will end in approximately 28 days. The same night, a 747 jet engine plunges from the sky into Donnie's Middlesex, Va., bedroom, where he would be crushed to death were he not busy sleepwalking through a nearby golf course. Meanwhile, the Dukakis-Bush race heats up, and "Back to the Future" has turned time travel into something feasible.

Pay close attention. You might miss something.

From 26-year-old Virginia native Richard Kelly comes an ambitious and highly imaginative directorial debut. "Donnie Darko" is the story of an emotionally troubled teenager who gets progressively more unsound and destructive as the movie goes on. But its psychological thrills comprise only one of the various elements of "Donnie Darko" - it's got suburban farce, sci-fi futurama, black comedy and coming-of-age dramedy carefully knit into it too.

"Donnie Darko" was released in October of last year and has since gone on to win several esteemed nominations and awards, including a Grand Jury Prize nomination at the 2001 Sundance Film Festival. Although the film takes place in Virginia and was written and directed by a Virginian, it has never been actually screened in Virginia ... until today!

Thanks to the efforts of the Virginia Festival Film Society, the Virginia Foundation for the Humanities and the University's OFFScreen, "Donnie Darko" will be shown at 7 p.m. this evening at Vinegar Hill Theatre. As a special treat, Kelly will be in attendance to discuss his film after the screening.

A graduate of Midlothian High School, Kelly grew up in Richmond's southside suburbs in the late '80s. Those of us from that area will recognize in "Donnie Darko" the all-too-familiar characters of high school in central Virginia - the hickish bullies, the small-minded Southern Baptist gym teacher and the disturbingly conservative PTA. Poor Donnie. No wonder he needs therapy.

Played by promising young actor Jake Gyllenhaal ("Goodbye Hello," "October Sky"), Donnie is a sharp, perceptive 16-year-old with a penchant for profanity and somnambulant migrations. He is messed up in the head, but only as messed up as everyone else is in this claustrophobic suburban nightmare.

The film gets weird fast and quickly gets weirder and weirder as Donnie becomes more entrenched in paranoia and delusory visions. But nothing is as it seems, and even the most insignificant of details are worthy of a closer look as the stupefying climax approaches.

It's the marriage of "American Beauty" to "12 Monkeys" with "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" presiding over the ceremony. "Donnie Darko" weds suburban satire to time-bending science fiction, all within the context of the baffling late '80s. It's a film that breaks barriers of time and space as well as genre, and whose aftermath will keep viewers' minds reeling for a good while, urging a second or third viewing.

Kelly wrote "Donnie Darko" in six weeks, after graduating from the University of Southern California Film School. Although he had few contacts in Hollywood at the time, Kelly had great material and incredible luck."
-Megan Milks (Arts & Entertainment Editor)

Cavalier Daily article

Friday, July 21, 2006

"Nowhere Boy" poem


"Don't you ever wonder about the nowhere boy?
Don't you ever feel happy or feel very dark?
There is no escaping from the nowhere boy.
His lips are carved in cherry and his mind is a spark
And I'm thinking in trying his game
knowing that I will never be the same.
Don't you feel temptation for the nowhere boy?
who lives in a land where your smile turns coy?
And someone tells you that his name is Jake,
that he reads and he swims in a boling lake.
Jake can burn your hair with the heat from his kiss
only he can turn your hell into pure bliss,
He can run a thousand ways without a trace,
is Jake truly of the human race?
when daily routine is such a cold place
and the future is a fairy dressed as a Hollywood star,
in my daydreams I find Jake smiling inside a bar,
and he asks me for dancing and kisses my face.
" (by Kendra)

This poem was published previously in Jake Watch forum.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

From L.A. to France



Emulating "Easy Rider" style and maybe searchin' for a romance se laissent aller dans la folle nuit à la va-vite!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Give me Another Drink!









Monday, July 17, 2006

Give me a Drink!









That's the power of positive drinking, folks.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

A rabbit near him






Gretchen Ross: You're weird.
Donnie: Sorry.
Gretchen: No, that was a compliment.
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