Speaking of Busters...

I kinda always thought that Buster Keaton was that guy on Family Ties.



He's not...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buster_Keaton

Just a regular ole Buster

I've been thinking about a lot about J recently. At first I thought it was just because he was cute and utterly adorable and any girl would be lucky enough to date him, but then I got to thinking about it some more, and I realized that wasn't it at all. There is something about him that is innately strange and utterly unsatisfying which makes him an interesting character. Probably more interesting than non-interesting at least. And that means that I'm intrigued by him. Which is good and bad. He encourages me to write by writing things that are hardly even meant for my eyes to read. And when I do read them, I feel like I'm trespassing, not because he's written them about me or for me or even specifically NOT for me because his writing is truly inside of something that's incredibly relevant. And I talk a lot about relevancy in my line of work. Yet, I still can't seem to pinpoint what's so relevant about him particularly because he hearkens back to a time when people actually used the term hearken. And probably the most amazing thing is that people actually religiously follow him.

He once told me, which was weird, that he hoped my friend was ok. I had no way of knowing at the time that one of my friends had actually been in a car accident. Now, maybe he knew someone who knew me. Maybe I looked terrible enough to warrant that kind of response. But maybe, just maybe he requires that level of religious reverence people seemed to hold him on. It's potentially intentional.

I'm not sure I'll do him justice.

SIOF

Again, the only thing going through my head is "Sex is on Fire". Love it. Please, please, please, please CW don't ruin this for me by using the soundtrack to some silly high school drama...



...[editorial note: they did. they took the soundtrack and set Gossip Girl to it the other day...damn.]

Indian Giver

I'm on a conference call right now, and the only thing going through my head is "Sex is on Fire". It's my newest music obsession - Kings of Leon. My acting partner is also in love with them, and she's going to see them Halloween night...well, at least she THINKS she's going to see them Halloween night. Turns out her boyfriend of three years that she was living with bought her the tickets, then they broke up, but they are still living together, so she's pretty sure that she still has a right to those tickets. I wonder what a court of law would say.

The biggest issue that I have with all of this is that I feel slightly jipped. I don't even care that this album is getting shot down by critics. I love these TN boys no matter what. My biggest issue is that is that they were supposed to give me more tracks, and they didn't. I guess it wasn't just me, but I sure feel like it.

Shoot, I just blurted out, "Jesus don't love me" on a conference call. I'm doomed.

Use Somebody, Be Somebody. I love it.

Rockstars are so freaking sweet...

Stolen 100% from Seth's Blog.

Dilemma: This is a quote from Bob Lefsetz (his blog is profane, direct and will make some people uncomfortable). Bob is, in fact, a rock star. But it's his blog, not yours, and you should only read it if you want to be provoked. And you shouldn't read it if it bothers you to read things online that you disagree with. Some people will be upset by Bob's blog, which means that they'll be upset by my quoting any part of it. At some point, though, the web comes down to bumping into things we might disagree with. That's my favorite part. It's where the learning happens.

A rock star is not someone who takes the temperature, who gauges the marketplace before he creates his "art". A rock star is someone who needs to create and is willing to tolerate the haters along with the fans. He’s someone who incites controversy just by existing. That’s what we lost in the dash for cash. Unique voices. I’m not saying we haven’t ended up with some pleasant music, but it just hasn’t hit you in the gut, it’s the aural equivalent of Splenda, it might do the trick, but it’s not the real thing. The real thing grabs your attention, drives down deep into your heart and lodges itself there. A rock star doesn’t follow conventions, doesn’t go disco or add drum machines just because everybody else does. A rock star exists in his own unique space, and if you met him you probably wouldn’t like him. Because he tends to be self-focused to the point of being narcissistic. Because he cares. He needs to get his message out.

Mr. Schram would love this...

I'm not going to say anything so that I don't get accused of giving anything away. But I will say this, after I finished watching it, I scoured the internet to find more information about it. And senior year of high school, my AP English teacher and I would have been talking about this movie for months. Take that, Mrs. Thomas.

Tribeca Film Festival. And I think it's totally relevant.

I coulda been a dancer

I am consumed by work. So much so that I dream about it. In fact, last night, I was dreaming a normal coming-of-age, maybe I'll be a ballerina dream when all of a sudden I was plieing into the office. It was awkward. I plied (there is no good way to spell that) right into the finance department and I'm SURE that there was no reason for that. Anyway, my dream told me to go back and get more in touch with the marketplace. So today, I read some blogs. God, I love Seth Godin's blog. Check it out: Seth's Blog.

But I stole this from his blog because, well, it's relevant:

"Some people want to do things because they are interesting.
Some people want to do things because they work.
Some people want to do things because everyone else is doing them.

And some people are satisfied/scared/shy/lazy and don't do anything.

Think about blogging or buying a new pair of shoes or voting for a candidate or picking one career over another. Different people have very different agendas. The key in understanding someone's actions is understanding their agenda.

That salesperson who does everything by the book is not interested in the thrill of discovery. That retired steel worker that is hesitating to vote for your candidate is wondering what everyone else is going to do. And that unpredictable blogger keeps changing the rules because the rules bore him."