It's been ages since I last wrote here. Much has occurred in my absence. Despite my lengthy and unfortunate separation from this small, secret space--so well-equipped for the safe keeping of my occasional commentary--doubt not that I've thought often of it these past few months. Recently, I've been occupied with:
1) The laughable, part time pseudo-education I'm in the process of tackling at Portland State University, 2) a series of coincidentally themed movie-watching sprees, focusing on everything from the film industry's severe lack of working lady directors, to Sean Penn's immense aptitude for overwhelmingly convincing displays of tears, to Keanu Reeve's eerie, alien-like inability to display real human emotion, having elicited a series of film viewings, ranging from "The Crossing Guard" to "Point Break" to "Bad Boys (1983)" to "A Walk In the Clouds" and beyond, 3) Bonnie 'Prince' Billy, who my personal adoration for requires little to no explanation.
Aside from the occasional indulgence in these aforementioned movie marathons, I've spent a great deal of time in the living room of my mother's home in Happy Valley--long after the remainder of our sad, desolate, empty, Eckhart Tolle-reading, So You Think You Can Dance?-watching, neighborhood has stumbled into a fitful sleep of half-remembered home foreclosure-centric dreams--flipping aimlessly from station to station, parsing the airwaves desperately for some semblance of quality. I've yet to unearth anything of particular note.
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