brothercyst: November 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Go see the documentary Marwencol.  It's fantastic.

DOLL HUNT from marwencol on Vimeo.

Sunday, November 21, 2010


Pre-order special on Paula Bomer and Mike Young's new books from Word Riot.  Buy!

Got an email from someone I haven't talked to in forever that began, "strangest few days. had a dream last night which involved your old apartment in ny. but it was filled with half-dead horses."

I like Jeffrey Wells's would-be Esquire "what i've learned" piece.

Last night I went to a party that was so crowded I thought I might suffocate.

All day yesterday, I sat around writing.  The sun came up this morning after two or three days of rain and cold.  It's nice.  I got a blue velvet chair.

Saturday, November 20, 2010


A reader of this blog just told me about In the Land of the Long FingernailsI just ordered on the basis of the title alone and will read it in good time.


Today my friend interviewed me for a documentary she's making where she interviews people about their religious beliefs or lack thereof.  I decided that for an agnostic, all days can be divided into two categories: Crimes and Misdemeanors days and Hannah and Her Sisters days.  The former are the days when you think, "If there is no God, then there is no ultimate justice, and it is in fact possible to get away with murder."  The later are the days when you perceive the world through the lens of "If there is no God, then your time is really quite precious, so you better enjoy every moment of this consciousness thing."


There's something so conceptually unpleasant and dread-inducing about water that won't go down a drain.  It's like that part at the beginning of Sex, Lies, and Videotape where Andie MacDowell talks to her therapist about the garbage barge that's stranded off the coast and can't dock, and how it keeps her awake at night.

Friday, November 19, 2010


A great article about/interview with Ken Baumann and the process of acting.  Ebert just twittered this: "This article revealed more to me about how actors work than any other I have ever read."

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


It's a little chilly.  The day was beautiful.  Last night I went to a Human Rights Watch event about protecting LGBT rights internationally.  Boris Dittrich and Steave Nemande spoke--both of them excellent speakers as well as passionate, intelligent activists.  Nemande started his own rights group in Cameroon.  This was his first time in California.  He said he thought it was beautiful.  If you have any money, you should give them some.

I've got a cable hookup now, but no TV.  I just got internet.  I live in a monastic space.  My room's very small.  The Manhattan living experience.  But the view is beautiful.

Later last night at a birthday party, I met the director of Hostel.  I mentioned two horror movies I liked or at least admired and he said they were "shit."  He gave an example of a recent horror movie he liked, and I said it sucked.  Then I unintentionally damned-with-faint-praise a movie that his friend had made.  (Not The Last Exorcism; I liked that and wrote about it back when I saw it at the LAFF.)  Then we agreed on two horror movies we both liked: The Orphanage and Man Bites Dog.  He told me to watch three movies: Punishment Park, Pieces, and Who Can Kill a Child?  I'm excited to watch them.

I had an enormous lunch today.  A BLT with grilled shrimp.  Then I just fell asleep.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


Looking out at a gorgeous view right now.  Am exhausted.  Am paying really cheap rent.  Wrote a new short story this weekend.  Went swimming.  Got The Orange Eats Creeps.  Need to get a new TV.  Ate a plateful of eggs and tomatoes and spinach.  Have been watching The Walking Dead.  The episodes always end really effectively.  Bought some pants.  More soon.

Friday, November 12, 2010


Saw Black Swan tonight.  Aronofsky talked first.  He has a little mustache.  Vincent Cassel came up on stage.  The man exudes confidence and charisma.  What a badass.  Then Barbara Hershey, Winona Ryder, Mila Kunis, and Natalie Portman came up.  None of them talked.  Kunis is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.  Aronofsky said, "Sylvester Stallone is here!  Everyone, Sly... are you here?"  People looked around and then Stallone yelled, "I'm here."  He was about eight rows behind us, wearing sunglasses in the theater.  The movie started.  It was good.  It is relentless in its focus on female discomfort, and on the discomfort of things like clipping toenails, being painfully massaged by a doctor, tugging loose bits of skin off your body, and accidentally masturbating in front of your mother.  Barbara Hershey is extremely unpleasant (in a good way) as a controlling, infantilizing, humiliating mother.  Cassel is sleazy and awesome, especially in the scene where Portman comes to his apartment.  Portman has one expression for most of the movie.  Her one great scene is when she gets cast in a role she wants and calls her mother... what she does with her face is perfect in that scene.  The movie looks great... incredibly atmospheric and kinetic, unsettlingly grainy.  Clint Mansell's score is effective, but will he ever write another score as good as Requiem for a Dream's?  I doubt it, just as I doubt Aronofsky will ever make a movie as good.  Mila Kunis is great.  There's a fairly long scene where she performs oral sex on Natalie Portman.  For real.  The end is really pretty silly (and is kinda the same as The Wrestler), but much of what comes earlier is terrific.

Monday, November 08, 2010


Incredibly vivid dreams last night.  First involved my dad being hired as a documentarian for a former African dictator-king.  I was helping him out and we went to this storage house where he had lots of the dictator-king's belongings.  It turned out almost all the "belongings" were hacked off body parts.  We had to move them from one side of a big room to another, and as we did, we snacked on them.  Also, there were some Alaskan crab claws mixed in.  Those I set aside because I was afraid they'd gone bad.

Then I dreamed I had a house next to a bar.  We were holding a party at the house but a lot of people we didn't know had showed up.  Actually, I don't want to type this all out right now.  But at the end, after the party was over, there was a pitch dark room I thought I was alone in, and a little light came on illuminating the face of this stringy-haired old man.

Friday, November 05, 2010


The weather's been weird the last few days.  I'm moving into a new place soon, and in the meantime I'm crashing on couches because my sublease just ended on the other place.  I'm at my friend Russell's house.  We went to Morocco about a year and a half ago.  Haven't read a book in a week or so.  What should I read right now?  My books are packed away for a few days.  Haven't had the will to post anything to HTMLGiant or pitch to any of the places I freelance in the last few days.  But I did write a new novella, which I will now begin to revise. 

Going to see 127 Hours tomorrow I think.  Reading Orange Eats Creeps soon.  Good cover.