Today I had yet another encounter with Panda Propaganda: an 80's ad for some stuffed panda puppet with hugging sleeves and panda hands. Even more terrifying, the boy modeling the panda puppet was a coworker who didn't know any better at that time.
For those of you unaware of the progression of my panda preoccupation. It began with a Frommer's Budget Travel Magazine article titled Cutest. Story. Ever. [Each Period Intended] The piece discussed opportunities to play with pandas in the same fashion you might swim with dolphins in Mexico. I felt warm and fuzzy inside(like a panda feels on the outside) until I turned the page and read a quote articulated and emphasized by someone who alleged an unlikely encounter: "Touching a panda felt like meeting a Unicorn". I could not believe my eyes. Who was this person that had done two things I will never do in my entire life. I became resentful, hopeful, intrigued and terrified in the very same instant.
Like some curse, I am reminded nearly every day of this experience via Panda Propaganda. What's more, YOU have tried to convince me that this is an obsession of mine and not of the modern world's. Still, I know YOU are wrong. Because when YOU told me I was wrong, we passed a panda on a sign on the street. Because when YOU didn't believe I could find a panda in that magazine, I did. Because YOU keep getting magazines inundated with Panda Propaganda. And because YOU try to prove me wrong, when YOU know I'm right. It's like YOU fear what might happen if YOU (like me) acknowledged how unnecessarily necessary Panda's are in popular culture/the world. Call me a Panda-file, a Panda-noid Schizophrenic. YOU are just lying to yourself YOU are more Giant a Liar than a Giant Panda. We're talking King-Kong Panda Liar.
Meanwhile, whom ever thought to combine kung-fu and pandas knows me intimately: http://www.kungfupanda.com/ Who else wants to see this movie? Or should I say who does not want to see this and why are you reading my blog?
Monday, April 28, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Do I like Bjork?
Yes, I think I do. Bjork is like a resourceful grown woman-child prodigy. She doesn't hesitate to assault aggravating reporters. And most importantly, We share a common appreciation for Michel Gondry.
Example A:
* "Joga" by Bjork. Directed by Gondry
Example B:
* "It's Oh So Quiet" by Bjork. Directed by Jonze.
Example C:
Example D:
* "Declare Independence" by Bjork. Directed by Gondry.
Reading ~ "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy
He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out there reckonings. An old chronicle. To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite.
Example A:
* "Joga" by Bjork. Directed by Gondry
Example B:
* "It's Oh So Quiet" by Bjork. Directed by Jonze.
Example C:
Example D:
* "Declare Independence" by Bjork. Directed by Gondry.
Reading ~ "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy
He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out there reckonings. An old chronicle. To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite.
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