...sort of reconnaissance mission.
I left Georgia 9 days ago. I came back to Minnesota. Here are things that may or may not have happened.
-I turned 23 whole years old. I am so old i think i'll die soon.
-I went to a cabin. Did two things for the first time. Thing 1. Fished off a boat. Thing 2. Went "tubing." Stupid water. (i like fishing)
- Found out most of my friends are leaving the country for extended periods of time. My spy network develops a little every day.
-Wrote a play with my friend Blaaaaaaaaaaake. It's about buuuuuuuuuckets. You can see what it's a part of heeeeeeeeeeere.
-Made plans to start a "joint blog." World, prepare yourself to be KevinZoe'd
-Drank too much. Too much. I am past pained kidneys. I've drank so much in the last 4ish days that my fucking feet hurt.
In the next few days, these things will happen.
-A sort of ongoing one is that I'm learning where all my friends are. And taking their pictures. On film. I think fotos are neat. So you'll see some soon.
-I will go to Seattle to do pretty much the funnest thing ever.
-I will go to (breath) AtlantaNewYorkTorontoHeathrowOxford for a month. It's gonna hurt me. Hooray for tests of personal vitality.
-That one just before this one means it's time for a new...Travel Blog. That's here. There's nothing there yet, because i'm not there, silly!
Whew! Busy week.
luvs and luvs,
-mykevinfliesovertheocean, mykevinfliesoversthesea, (somethingsomethingsomethingsomething), andbringbackmykevintome
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
leo...
...nardo. (I'll admit, the intros and the sign-offs get harder and harder).
I watched a movie last night. I'm not a "movie person" per se. Because I'm not a "movie person" I usually don't watch a lot of "movies." I'm also less inclined to be moved to tears by a movie than I am by a book or music. I also don't usually consider myself at all qualified to rate them as "excellent" or "terrible." Instead, I usually just leave it to a bit of muttered complaint and I move on to whatever else it is I wanted to do.
But anyway.
I watched Revolutionary Road last night and I absolutely hated it. hated, Hated, HATED it. Not because of any particular cinematic quality, the acting was a B-B+, the directing was fine, the plot was uninterestingly interesting. No, I asked to turn it off at several junctures because I simply couldn't stand to watch what was happening in the film. It wasn't because I was sad for the characters, they weren't really worth it in my estimation. I didn't want to watch anymore because the movie made me afraid of things that might happen to me.
The movie details the activities of people who are too afraid to do interesting things with their lives for all of the normal reasons. And it is not a movie of triumph. It is a movie of personal thrills that all build to failure. Thrills that most people pursue when they are afraid to pursue what they've always imagined was the right thing. This movie evoked terror in me that I don't imagine that Drag Me to Hell (which, coincidentally, I also want to see) ever could.
The unshakable dread that I was stricken with after it ended brought me to this realization: it was a really, really good movie. I think that any piece of art that is able to weasel its way into the depths of your brain, scratch around, and emerge with things that you didn't know you loved or found amusing, or knew you were scared of but had never had to stare in the face for two straight hours, is a success. And I'm sure that some other people who've watched this feel the same. I think that the individual components of this post do not warrant internet blather. What I found worth sitting down and writing is that I can't remember an instance where I could not deny the blazing quality of something that I could not stand.
long live the kevolution.
I watched a movie last night. I'm not a "movie person" per se. Because I'm not a "movie person" I usually don't watch a lot of "movies." I'm also less inclined to be moved to tears by a movie than I am by a book or music. I also don't usually consider myself at all qualified to rate them as "excellent" or "terrible." Instead, I usually just leave it to a bit of muttered complaint and I move on to whatever else it is I wanted to do.
But anyway.
I watched Revolutionary Road last night and I absolutely hated it. hated, Hated, HATED it. Not because of any particular cinematic quality, the acting was a B-B+, the directing was fine, the plot was uninterestingly interesting. No, I asked to turn it off at several junctures because I simply couldn't stand to watch what was happening in the film. It wasn't because I was sad for the characters, they weren't really worth it in my estimation. I didn't want to watch anymore because the movie made me afraid of things that might happen to me.
The movie details the activities of people who are too afraid to do interesting things with their lives for all of the normal reasons. And it is not a movie of triumph. It is a movie of personal thrills that all build to failure. Thrills that most people pursue when they are afraid to pursue what they've always imagined was the right thing. This movie evoked terror in me that I don't imagine that Drag Me to Hell (which, coincidentally, I also want to see) ever could.
The unshakable dread that I was stricken with after it ended brought me to this realization: it was a really, really good movie. I think that any piece of art that is able to weasel its way into the depths of your brain, scratch around, and emerge with things that you didn't know you loved or found amusing, or knew you were scared of but had never had to stare in the face for two straight hours, is a success. And I'm sure that some other people who've watched this feel the same. I think that the individual components of this post do not warrant internet blather. What I found worth sitting down and writing is that I can't remember an instance where I could not deny the blazing quality of something that I could not stand.
long live the kevolution.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Adventures are tricky fish...
...I went on an adventure-to see Bonnie Prince Billy at the Belcourt Theater in Nashville Wednesday night!
5 hour drive. 2 hour show. 7 hours at the redroof inn. 6 hour drive back.
that's living.
Adventure 1: Drop the dog off with a man who scares him.
Adventure 2: Eat a KFC fried chicken breast plate (sides of coleslaw and gravytatoes, please) while driving 65 miles per hour in the mountains.
Adventure 3: Lost in Nashville, where the fuck is the Belcourt?
Adventure 4: Made weird eye contact with the fiddle player who had recently had a baby because I was IN A SECOND ROW SEAT OMG OMG! Sparks flew.
Adventure 5: "Hard Life" encore. You are a sexy weirdo, Mr Billy.
Adventure 6: The Redroof room was most assuredly room for smokers.
Adventure 7: Weird neck ailment, can't turn my head to the left. (It persists).
Adventure 8: Torrential rain all the way home.
Adventure 9: Snuggles in the backseat to wait out the rain. I don't think I'll forget that.
Adventure 10: Hanging out in my friend's expensive suburban crib while he's away at a movie. Small dogs can occasionally be teh cayoot.
Little adventures, big smiles.
-kevin "prince" terry
5 hour drive. 2 hour show. 7 hours at the redroof inn. 6 hour drive back.
that's living.
Adventure 1: Drop the dog off with a man who scares him.
Adventure 2: Eat a KFC fried chicken breast plate (sides of coleslaw and gravytatoes, please) while driving 65 miles per hour in the mountains.
Adventure 3: Lost in Nashville, where the fuck is the Belcourt?
Adventure 4: Made weird eye contact with the fiddle player who had recently had a baby because I was IN A SECOND ROW SEAT OMG OMG! Sparks flew.
Adventure 5: "Hard Life" encore. You are a sexy weirdo, Mr Billy.
Adventure 6: The Redroof room was most assuredly room for smokers.
Adventure 7: Weird neck ailment, can't turn my head to the left. (It persists).
Adventure 8: Torrential rain all the way home.
Adventure 9: Snuggles in the backseat to wait out the rain. I don't think I'll forget that.
Adventure 10: Hanging out in my friend's expensive suburban crib while he's away at a movie. Small dogs can occasionally be teh cayoot.
Little adventures, big smiles.
-kevin "prince" terry
Monday, June 1, 2009
A devotional...
...of sorts.
the other day i was hungover. something compelled me to drive to the mountains in north georgia with a book, a gallon of water, and a cup of coffee.
i climbed to the top of a small mountain (borderline hill). i read a page that had been folded for me. i took off most of my clothes and lay down in the dirt with the ants and i thought about what i had read. it was as close to a religious experience as i have had in a very long time. this is what the passage marked on the page i mentioned said:
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the yough and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body"
-walt whitman
that was a very nice thing that i did.
-kevelation
ps. thanks, d.
the other day i was hungover. something compelled me to drive to the mountains in north georgia with a book, a gallon of water, and a cup of coffee.
i climbed to the top of a small mountain (borderline hill). i read a page that had been folded for me. i took off most of my clothes and lay down in the dirt with the ants and i thought about what i had read. it was as close to a religious experience as i have had in a very long time. this is what the passage marked on the page i mentioned said:
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the yough and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body"
-walt whitman
that was a very nice thing that i did.
-kevelation
ps. thanks, d.
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