...birthday boy...

aaah yes...one year closer to death. there really isn't any other way to see it. the excitement of getting presents has passed. all in all it is a day just like any other, though it is nice to think about, in a metaphysical sense, that 28 years ago one life started. makes you think of all the wondeful, sad, and otherwise interesting things that has happened in that, seen in a universal space-time perspective, miniscule lapse of time...still, there is no denying it: death has taken another step forward...disconcerting? possibly, introspective? most certainly...but: having as much cake as you want is still a good thing!

...red vs. blue...

...red vs. yellow...

I am in the possession of the latest 'Seinfeld' special edition box set, which is really cool. But, the set contains a salt and pepper shaker set formed as the mustard/ketchup/napkin holder from Monk's...And this is where the dilemma starts...Which one is for salt and which for pepper? They are equally shaped and have the same number of holes...Therefore, is red black, i.e. pepper, and yellow white, i.e. salt? Red is after all the darkest of the two colors...So, if you where at my house dear reader(s), would you reach for the yellow one if you wanted salt, or the red one? I cannot rest until this great debate has been finalized...

...the problem of getting older...

getting older means getting softer...you lose your arrogance and your stubborness that comes natural as a consequence of the naive bliss of youth. that's why people give up their dreams and becomes content with their status quo...if you give up your arrogance and subside your stubborness you will end up right in that hole you fear the most. complacency is a mighty enemy, and her long grappling fingers can only be kept away from your heart by the gung-ho twins of youth attitude...thanks deckuf...

...portrait of a young man...

being a student filmmaker the 'thing' to do is to send your work to festivals so they can be shown to other people than your girlfriend and her mum. the thing is i have now sent my film to two festivals and been rejected at both of them. and that hurts more than i like to admit. i have realised that the validation is important to me...sure, van gogh never got recognised until he had gone to a very private and long term meeting with the man in black, and yes i do view myself as an independetn filmmaker to whom 'commercial' success is not the top priority. but still i am a bit sad..bah! i'll admit it: i am pissed off and hurt! ahhh...good to get that out of my system. now i can get on with my life..move over you one-eared freak 'cause i'm ready to jump right into oblivion!

...when a tree falls in the forest...

allright, i'll admit i haven't been very active lately. there hasn't been a post in quite a while. but now i'm back baby...some people would even say back with a vengeance...who this 'people' are i do not know. actually i don't even know if there are poeple out there who read this dribble? are there??? if YOU can answer 'yes dammit' to the previous question please let me know...this blog has a comment button...whereby you can leave me a little thought, or a taunt, and let me know that me writing this actually has a point to it. not that i am desperate for validation...but its sorta nice you know when people let you know that you're alive...so, leave a comment dammit!...and maybe i will write more regularly...