Surrender.

My last post hinted at a certain abandon in pursuit of intense feeling, and suggested more related musings were to come. So here we are. The other day I was explaining to DP that my tendency to hyperfocus on the art project of the moment, complete with frustrating technical challenges, improbable learning curves, and rhetorical... Continue Reading →

2012.

Ten years ago, I turned 30. I didn't feel too ceremonious about the number itself. Maybe it sounded high-ish, because after all, I had never in my life been older. I was vaguely aware of traits the dominant culture might start attributing to me, but I was astute enough to realize that 30 wasn't old... Continue Reading →

Aside from an absurdist escalation of body horror, there are no real revelations in “Men”- but it does a couple of things effectively

So. Career musings aside, I've been methodically posting a few arts-and-culture entries I'd begun but that sat unfinished for a while. Interestingly, if I look at the subject matter, they make an interesting triptych: sex, lies, and videotape, Purple Rain, and, finally, Alex Garland's most recent, somewhat divisive offering: Men. The common thread of course... Continue Reading →

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