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wake and work.

i decided that espresso royale has some real nast-ass coffee, so future mornings i will ride the T to copley and walk down boylston and hit up the old dunkin' donuts for some real stuff.

work was cool. cooler when i got paid, the check was a pleasant alternative to my career center earnings.

then i went into cambridge alone for the david lynch double feature. am i surprised? not particularly. sean lamed out, apparantly scared off by the $7 ticket. and brenda lamed out in the usual last minute fashion. oh well whatever, what do i care. if she wants to hang out some time she's more than welcome to call me. i have other things to do than actively seek to hang out with people, like devote my life to work because i really haven't much more than videogames and dvds to come home to, and work and newbury street are fun places.

blue velvet was of course fantastic. that movie is heading into classic territory for me. it's just oh so good. laura dern sucks, but that's ok, because i'm going to say she's supposed to. everything not involving frank or dorothy and all them is just so ridiculous and campy and leave it to beaver. and then there's the underside. shit, the scene where jeff and dorothy have sex and he whacks her one just gets more and more intense. and god bless dennis hopper. also, whoever plays the detective could not be more perfect, unless he was dean stockwell who just has the coolest role in the world. that candy colored clown scene is just too good. mmm.

and then came lost highway. i don't know how i feel about this one. it seemed pretty straight forward and easy for most of it, and it lacked the underlying sinisterness found in lynch's other works. i need to think about it some and definitely read about it. it brought up something around halfway through which i think is a great concept. some character says in the far east, when a man is sentenced to death he is put in a place from which he cannot escape knowing that at any moment, without notice, he will be killed. kind of like the whole capitol punishment situation in japan. interesting enough, but where the idea really shines is when you throw in that sort of meta-physical idea where this place that you can't escape from is another life. that's a killer idea and if lynch intended to exploit it, he didn't do it well enough. and if he didn't intend to exploit it, he should.

last thought of the night is again about the violent femmes. they rock. but the specific thought is more about what the violent femmes mean to us. the guy who wrote the intro to the reiusse recounted the time he first heard and first got into the band. 1984, on the school bus. the record (well, tape) was playing ""kiss off" and the counting section started. one kid was singing, and by the end of the count the whole back of the bus was screaming "for everything everything everything everything." and that's essentially how it worked for me. except it wasn't 1984. it was uhh, probably 92 or 93. and it may not have been kiss off, it was probably blister in the sun. but it was still the debut cassette, being played on the school bus, and kids were singing. violent femmes and bad religion, that's what it was in those days. and i jus tthink it's weird as hell that violent femmes being introduced to kids on schoolbuses is some sort of national phenomenon.

off to pennsylvania for throwdown tomorrow. umm yay? we shall see.