The Mind's I



Perspective...

I don't know what attracts me to Gwen Stefani's voice. She's got this adorible twang in her voice. I hear her constantly poutish lips in her voice, if that is possible. I liked this song the first time I heard it. There's just something about finding a new experience or new life influence and having it totally engulf you and inspire you that turns me on. I love discovering new things, new obsessions. It's featured heavily in Go.

Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
Don't let it go away
This feeling has got to stay
And I can't believe I've had this chance now
Don't let it go away

New, you're so new
You, you're new
And I never had this taste in the past
New, you're so new

My normal hesitation is gone
And I really gravitate to your will
Are you here to fetch me out?
'Cause I've never had this taste in my mouth

Youíre not old
And youíre not familiar
Recently discovered and Iím learning about you

New, you're so new
You, youíre new

And you're consuming me violently
And your reverence shamelessly tempting me
Who sent this maniac?
'Cause I never had this taste in the past

You're different, you're different from the former
Like a fresh battery I'm energized by you

Why am I so curious?
This territory is dangerous
I'll probably end up at the start
I'll be back in line with my broken heart
New, you're so new
You, you're new
And I never had this taste in the past

And I canít believe it
Canít believe it
Donít let it go away, this feeling has got to stay
Donít let it go away





previous | index | next
April 15, 1999
Go

IkoYesterday, Christine and I did another night on the town, eating dinner and watchin' a movie. Since she subjected herself to The Matrix, it was her turn to select the movie and she opted for Go.

She picked me up after work and we walked over to a nearby Italian restaurant called Naples 45. My manager brought me and two other of the people he manages to the restaurant last month for a bonding experience and I thought it was quite delicious so I took Christine there. We talked the entire time about everything, from relationships to the proper pronounciation of Italian words to taxes (she accompanied me to the post office to mail out my three tax forms: federal, New York, and New Jersey). I don't know what it is about us. We're both from such radically different backgrounds but we get along so well. We have wildly different tastes, yet we find so much common ground. I think it's primarily based in mutual admiration and respect. I really admire her... plus I live vicariously through her in many ways. (Yeah, and knowing her she's reading this. Hi there, Christine! Where we goin' next? Is it my turn to pick the movie? Okay, I'm not going to subject you to Star Wars. The Mummy? Mike might want to see that too.)

GoAnyway, back to the story. We walked down to Times Square since I prepurchased tickets. 7:30pm showing. I figured that the $1.50 online processing fee is definitely worth the price of seeing the earlier show. The theater in Times Square that was showing Go was the Virgin Megastore Theater. I remember the first time I realized there was a theater in the basement of the store. Now it was my chance to see exactly where the theaters are located in relation to the store.

Down. That's where the theaters are. We went down another long escalator down after I picked up my prepaid tickets. I had Dante's Inferno going through my head. "Descending to the deep dark depths"-feel. It was strange. The theater wasn't too large but it wasn't a box either. The sound was really good. I would see a movie there again.

The movie itself was very interesting. It takes the same 24 hours and shows it from the perspective of three different characters. The first character studied is a girl named Ronnie who is looking for money to pay her rent, otherwise she would be evicted. She finds the opportunity to make some extra cash when her coworker, Simon, asks her to take his shift at the supermarket so that he can jet off to Las Vegas with his friends. She takes his shift and meets up with Zack and Andy (I think that was their names), who are looking for some drugs that Simon typically sells to them. The first third of the movie then follows her hijinks trying to get the drugs and sell them to make her rent money.

Suddenly, the movie started again. The actors and actresses are going through the same lines from slightly different camera angles. Uh oh, is this one of those crazy alternative realities movie? Where one of the characters makes a different decision and then we get to see all the different twists and turns the story takes? I turned to look at Christine. That isn't her kinda movie. The answer quickly unfolded for me on the screen. This wasn't one of those alternative reality movies. Instead, the movie focused on Simon and his trip to Las Vegas with his buddies.

The third part of the movie focuses on Zack and Andy. The movie is extremely funny at times. I really think that the girl that plays Ronnie is attractive in a strange way. I didn't like her teeth (they were kinda creepy), but there's something about her that reminds me of an awkward gazelle. None of the guys in the movie are particularly attractive, with the exception of the adorible accent of Simon (he's British). I think it's because I'm not attractive to that kind of "bad boy" that the movie has... or the pretty boys that Zack and Andy are supposed to be. Although, I have to admit that I think Matthew Lillard is strangely attractive. Isn't that creepy?

Anyway, the movie was extremely enjoyable and I would recommend it. I could definitely understand the comparisons to Pulp Fiction, except Pulp Fiction is separate groups of people that occasionally get together and connect in this entire "big picture" movie. Go isn't like that. Go, the people are obviously intertwined from the get-go. This is seeing the same (general) situation from three different perspectives. Interesting and funny, although a bit on the predictable side (not as predictable as The Matrix, though).

---

The Matrix in Times SquareToday, my day was kind of grumpy. Work is interesting, half coding and half conceptual thinking... so it's not the work that's the problem. It's the environment. I am burning up in there. When I'm hot, I get groggy.. when I'm groggy I don't think a clearly and everything seems to move v e r y    s l o w l y. Yuck. I did pick myself up a little. Instead of going straight to Port Authority, I decided to make a stop in Times Square and take a photograph of the gigantic The Matrix poster on the side of Times Square #1. I didn't see it earlier because it's on the east side of the building. In the morning, I look at the west side when I am going to work and coming home, I tend to have my eyes trained on other things than the side of Times Square #1 (this is the same building that the New Years ball comes down from). I need to go back there sometime and get someone to take a picture of me and the poster. Silly Iko didn't think of it yesterday with Christine.

---

On a happy side note about today, I got a package from TeKay. He is a fellow journaller that I'm working on his journal graphics for him. Anyway, he sent me a CD (The U Virginia Hullabahoos! All male groups turn me on) and a mix tape of a cappella stuff! Awesome! Thanks, TeKay! I'm listening to it tomorrow (a good break from listening to The Matrix soundtrack. It's phenomenal and brings out the goth in me). I haven't finished his graphics yet... but soon, Constant Reader!

I love doing stuff like working with graphics for people's sites. It gets me to connect with other journallers in a more personal manner. Also, it makes me feel like I'm giving back to the community. I like helping people with things that I can do. The CD and tape are just bonuses. As someone once told me, "I like you for who you are. The fact that you're good looking is just bonus." I love contributing graphics and my web expertise. The joy is in the doing. Stuff like this is just bonus.

Side note: don't feel that you need to give me something in exchange for me helping you with graphics or anything like that. I don't want people to be discouraged to ask me for help 'cause they can't give me anything. Please ask! The reward is in the giving (plus a little credit as a thank you for my work). You might say, "Thanks, Iko." I say back, "No, thank you for the opportunity." Don't hesitate to ask, Constant Reader.

© Copyright 1999, Eileene Coscolluela
[woolgathering]