9

unknownbinaries, lord_of_smoking, and I just saw 9. It was an absolutely amazing, gorgeous film. To all of those complaining that it was "nothing new," the story was an epic of understanding, loss, and rebirth, so, no, it was not "new," but it was told very, very well.

And 7 Kicks Ass. Seriously. She is the most capable, hardcore, character in the entire film, aside from 9. And their reason for being... Wonderfully done.

Go see it.

Ramblin' Rover.

The potluck, last night, just solidified that I NEED to be back around the vaster majority of people to whom I can talk, at speed and length. Around here, there are a number of people to whom I can talk about any and everything, and just RUN with shit, but the sheer volume of conversations, and the variegated areas of overlap, last night, made my heart hurt.

I want to talk to more people who want to talk about what it means that gnostic and Freemason iconography changed and programmed the early colonial psychology of the budding United States, creating a situation which is impossible to see, because it is the mechanism by which we see. You need a mirror to see your own face. I want to be able to discuss the use of art as a means of self-programming and repair, or of activating certain wide-ranging symbol-sets in the minds of others. Talking art and Art, spelling and Spelling.

Or just standing around, shooting the shit.

And I don't know that the Volume of that will happen, as often, without being back in school. Even with all the bullshit in the academic world, it gives access to so many different minds, all at once, that it's hard to pass up.

Don't get me wrong, I love the internet. But there's something I miss about standing Next to you, hearing you laugh, walking, pacing, reading body language, and nuance, and inflection, that I just can't get, here, and it's still really important to me.

So let's make a convention, in the middle of the country, or somewhere that's equally as expensive for everyone to reach, physically. Something that everyone can come to, and meet, and talk, and drink, and laugh, and fuck, and take pictures, and make music, and draw, and paint, and dance, and whatever. You know?

It's been a long damn day.