Rand - not hand - Puppets

https://mobile.nytimes.com/2018/04/16/theater/noam-chomsky-puppet-show-manufacturing-mischief.html

(This wet towel is not, will not and cannot be a 'hand puppet')
Reasoning: It belongs in my kitchen. That's why. bye.

Cannes Film Festival 2018 (Hotel Carlton, French Riviera)

 

The weekend wheels.

 

Digs at the Carlton Hotel.

                                        diɡz/

                               noun informal 

1. Temporary Living Quarters.

   "settled into new digs in French Riviera"

   
   

   synonyms:

   home, quarters, living quarters, rooms, accommodations;

 

actress Olga Kurylenko

actress Kristen Stewart

with actor Gary Oldman

bye.

I want to buy a new watch. 

Bye (not ‘buy’ in this instance). 

R.I.P. James

never forgotten. 

so sad to see your coffin body so terribly swollen. so poorly designed for this viewing. your loving spirit so clearly departed from all of this physical matter. what I noticed resting inside of this coffin viewing was only a fond memory of the many years of knowing you and your good will. I know for certain that you are truly resting in peace now. I called your cellphone a few times after leaving the viewing to hear your voice a few last times on your recorded answering machine message.  I won't forget you, James. I promise you that. rip

#raininNY

                  
                   

#raininNY

One Flew Over His Cuckoo's Nest

                                               r.i.p. Milos Foreman  :(
           

         

Head alone shows you in the prodigious act

Of digesting what centuries alone digest:

The mammoth, lumbering statuary of sorrow,

Indissoluble enough to riddle the guts

Of a whale with holes and holes, and bleed him white

Into salt seas.  Hercules had a simple time,

Rinsing those stables:  a baby's tears would do it.

But who'd volunteer to gulp the Laocoon,

The Dying Gaul and those innumerable pietas

Festering on the dim walls of Europe's chapels,

Museums and sepulchers?  You. bye.

                               You

Who borrowed feathers for your feet, not lead,

Not nails, and a mirror to keep the snaky head

In safe perspective, could outface the gorgon-grimace

Of human agony:  a look to numb

Limbs:  not a basilisk-blink, nor a double whammy,

But all the accumulated last grunts, groans,

Cries and heroic couplets concluding the million

Enacted tragedies on these blood-soaked boards,

And every private twinge a hissing asp

To petrify your eyes, and every village

Catastrophe a writhing length of cobra,

And the decline of empires the thick coil of a vast

Anacnoda.

          Imagine:  the world

Fisted to a foetus head, ravined, seamed

With suffering from conception upwards, and there

You have it in hand.  Grit in the eye or a sore

Thumb can make anyone wince, but the whole globe

Expressive of grief turns gods, like kings, to rocks.

Those rocks, cleft and worn, themselves then grow

Ponderous and extend despair on earth's

Dark face. bye.

           So might rigor mortis come to stiffen

All creation, were it not for a bigger belly

Still than swallows joy.

                         You enter now,

Armed with feathers to tickle as well as fly,

And a fun-house mirror that turns the tragic muse

To the beheaded head of a sullen doll, one braid,

A bedraggled snake, hanging limp as the absurd mouth

Hangs in its lugubious pout.  Where are

The classic limbs of stubborn Antigone?

The red, royal robes of Phedre?  The tear-dazzled

Sorrows of Malfi's gentle duchess?

                                   Gone

In the deep convulsion gripping your face, muscles

And sinews bunched, victorious, as the cosmic

Laugh does away with the unstitching, plaguey wounds

Of an eternal sufferer.

                         To you

Perseus, the palm, and may you poise

And repoise until time stop, the celestial balance

Which weighs our madness with our sanity.

         S. Plath

Happy 80's Brat Pack Anniversdary(sic)

LINK:https://www.newyorker.com/culture/personal-history/what-about-the-breakfast-club-molly-ringwald-metoo-john-hughes-pretty-in-pink?intcid=inline_amp

  

  

Purchase Film School Brat Pack family members!

   

p.s.

 

2nd Unit exteriors ... with a zero script

...but wit some type of subconscious plan. 

yupb ye.

link:
 http://www.pbs.org/pov/blog/news/2013/12/for-filmmakers-diy-digital-distribution-platforms/
 

Avant-Garde Analog DIY presentation using power chords and battery operated devices. bye.
 

Dust in the Wind

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Oh, ho, ho

Now, don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away

And all…

bye.

The Marina Abramovic Electric Company

https://www.juxtapoz.com/news/installation/marina-abramovic-is-going-to-electrify-herself-with-1-million-volts-for-the-sake-of-art/

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Helen Mirren sticks up for them stunts.

CLICKDALINK: https://ia.cinemablend.com/news/2397712/helen-mirren-thinks-stunt-performers-should-get-oscars?_fc=2397712&utm_campaign=cb-ofb-m-us-d0757aef&utm_source=ofb

#streetcrack

 

Without Brando as Corleone, the Godfather I and II could not have been the films that they are today- pure classics.  bye.

Happy Day after Easter.

. ... According to some sources, the Easter bunny first arrived in America in the 1700s with NOS (Not Otherwise Specified) immigrants who settled in Pennsylvania and transported their tradition of an egg-laying hare called “Osterhase” or “Oschter Haws.” Their children made nests in which this creature could lay its colored eggs. These humanoid rabbits (hares) were NEVER one day late to deliver any eggs and popular mythology has never mentioned anything about any Easter Hare aka Bunny wearing a kind of color schemed bathrob, sweatpants or reading glasses. bye.