Notes From Me
Thursday, August 25, 2005

few and far, far

time has accelerated so that my last entry seems a short time ago but it isn't. this reminds me of living in wakayama prefecture in japan, where some believe that the area exists in 3.5 dimensions, causing time to act differently. maybe i'd adjusted to that, and now i'm in hyperdrive. speaking of time shifts, 2046.

it was a themed evening: cantonese. my two companions, he-man and hong, and i went to dinner in chinatown where they ordered in their native language. i learned to tap the table next to my cup to mean, "thank you" when tea was poured for me. we were aglow with a unanimous endearment for wong kar wai.

the film was huge on the screen before me, but the execution of the story felt incrementally smaller and smaller. i see now a pattern among his main characters where the guy loves the one woman he cannot for whatever reason end up with. i can't help but think about how all stories are a reflection of the artist. i'm not so concerned with that, but only how it plays out again and again, like the message of a dream.

i maintain that my favorite is chungking express, and then, fallen angels. i'm still inspired.

posted by lux at 3:07 PM
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3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 9/04/2005~  

thanks for the nod to Wakayama. We all agreed the year flew by for us. It's kind of amazing how much has changed and how much has remained the same in the wake of it all. Kinta's humongous now, you wouldn't believe it. Keep blogging.

Blogger lux commented at 9/07/2005~  

thanks for the comment! kinta just couldn't contain its fabulousness in that small space?

have a chu-hi for me (lichi flavor) even if you think its a girlie-girl drink. And please sing Fade Out! I cannot find any Radiohead to sing here...

Blogger kt commented at 9/07/2005~  

hey, where'd you go? awfully quiet in here...

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