le ciel est bleu 29/03/2011

le ciel est bleu

sans nuage

sans angoisse

sans jugement

le bordel dans le salon et

la poubelle dans la rue et

la vitre brisée sur le trottoir et

le pigeon qui mange à mes pieds qui s’envole lorsque je bouge ma jambe et

le ciel le soleil le petit nuage perdu la réflexion dans la vitre de char et

je me sens bien

je me sens correct

c’est le printemps

undecided 27/03/2011

how i loathe all this obscenity 27/03/2011

we dug these holes we crawled into now they’re my home
now here i cannot feel the wind, cant feel the rain oh no
and i believe in gentle harmony
well how i loathe all this obscenity
is this the way my life has got to be?
have i a single opportunity?

look at me oh look at me is this the way i’ll always be
oh no, oh no
now i pray that somebody will quickly come and kidnap me
oh no, oh no
everyday i lie awake and pray to god today’s the day
oh no, oh no
here i am oh here i am oh when will someone understand?
oh no, oh no

and all at once i feel this, oh how it clings to me
it reels and calls me towards it, confounding destiny
and i can feel the madness inch by inch
the more i run the more i am convinced
a color all these like the branches glimpse
just like the saddle in the foggy mist

les grosses semaines fessent fort 25/03/2011

I'm a night owl.

Lundi –

Bon matin Fred Bastien.

Des hommes, des kiwis et des Sud.

Date ratée, pâté chinois réussi.

Texto lourd, réponse rassurante.

Le cd/la lettre/se parler toute la nuit.

Mardi –

Tournage dans mon entrée

Se prendre pour Fred Astaire dans la rue.

« Bonjour j’appelle de la firme de recherche Som. »

Le St-Élizabeth, un hibou en cadeau, faire des dessins ;

« J’ai mon sac tout pleins de toi »

Climax et somnolence

Coit interrompu

Mercredi –

Bon matin lol.

All work and no play

Redescendre de mon nuage

Good show, good job

Good luck.

Jeudi –

Bon matin ONF.

Dormir toute la journée

Retrouvailles, autobus et cabane à sucre

De l’alcool pour le bruit

Des ptits joints pour la faim

Bonne fin de soirée, entrevue demain.

Vendredi –

Parler pendant une demie heure.

« As-tu d’autres questions ? »

Non je pense que vous m’avez tout fait dire.

Studio de son puis une soirée wide open.

Les grosses semaines fessent fort.

utopie 16/03/2011

16/03/2011

everybody is something, some day.

and some day, everyone realises who they are. When you realise who you are, you realise you’re someone.

but for some people, figuring that out isn’t easy.

For now I don’t know. All I know is once school ends, I have to figure it out.

community 12/03/2011

Community. The show is set in college. Amazing show.

Best casting ever. Both in the diversity of it, the actual perfect misfit band, the actual actors, and the amazing chemistry between all them.

So you start watching this show. And the jokes are refreshing. The characters are amazing. Then you realize the show isn’t about college. The college is a non-lieu, a simple premise.

The show is about television. It’s un ode to television writing. It’s redefining intertextuality.

The character of Abed doesn’t break the fourth wall. He breaks the fifth wall. And the rest of the characters break the fourth wall in their heads. And then sometimes they break the sixth wall with him. Am I making any sense?

The jokes, the situations, the storylines, tout a un deuxième, troisième, quatrième, cinquième, sixième, septième niveau. Unreal.

It’s a television show about how a television show is written. Sometimes I feel like Abed is directing it. They even make jokes about that. They actually use the word « meta »

At one point the girl goes « Is this some of that meta stuff you were talking about? » and he just goes « yeah. »

One thing though. If you don’t get the American 80’s and 90’s references you might get lost sometimes but they often relive exact situations from those movies with a « meta » twist, because Abed says it.