Whats up guys. It's been over a year since my last blog post and I consequently feel like my good friend Shia at the Berlin Film Festival - I truly am not famous anymore. I think I have dropped off a lot of radars in the last year, for various reasons, and I want to reverse this trend starting with THIS post. Since I returned from NZ, the ball of yarn that is my life has been evading me, slowly and steadily gathering pace, and I am but a stupid lion blundering after it. Two possibilities arise - is there a secondary agent pulling the ball along from the other side of the bushes, with a gun, leading me into the trap? Or is it rolling towards a precipice and I have only to blunder a little bit too far forward and - POP - over the edge? I hope it is the former, because a man with a gun is much easier to defeat than a tag team of height and gravity, as ex-homie Mufasa knows only too well.
As an aside, I recently watched the Lion King for the first time in over ten years. I am sure Simba is gay, and Nala has some tough times ahead of her.
As a post script to my aside, I watched the Lion King with someone quite special. We've only been seeing each other for a couple of months but there is a little bit of everything I want and enough of what I don't want but do need to make me think this is going to be spectacular. Strength don't leave me now.
I don't like talking about these things in public, normally, and one of the reasons I seldom publish anything anywhere is that it gets taken out of context, it gets used against me in various discussions and it gets misunderstood. Perhaps this is simply fear... my fear... do we reveal ourselves only to the people who accept our limited and reserved aspects or to the people who don't accept our wonderfully expressive sides? I am a pseudo-intellectual and a fraud and it's time for the world to know, instead of just my close circle of tolerant friends.
Living in Taipei and having the friends I do has shown me what it is like to express simply to express and responses, reactions be damned. I feel like I am beginning to accept society and others in a way I never have before, to move from places of safety to places of danger. Some of you may think this has always been a way for me, but I see people here who make me feel like a conservative bore. I will make, write and create more. You will see this, and you will think what you will. As Edwin Spangler once said, "Although I blame myself, it is you who will suffer".
A final quote - "Art is that thing having to do only with itself - the product of a successful attempt to make a work of art. Unfortunately, there are no examples of art, nor good reasons to think that it will ever exist (Everything that has been made has been made with a purpose, everything with an end that exists outside that thing, i.e., I want to sell this or I want this to make me famous and loved or I want this to make me whole or even worse I want this to make others whole. And yet we continue to write, paint, sculpt and compose. Is this foolish of us?"
If anyone tells me where this is from, 10 points.
Adios
PS - I study now, bitches. Chinese at National Taiwan University
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