| i'm in ghana.
check my myspace for blog posts: www.myspace.com/maximumklaxon
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| <----- p.s. in honor of my departure for ghana, i bring you the
return of the uterine coffin profile pic of the ghanaian fantasy coffin
makers.
p.s. i don't remember if i've been writing much about the latest film
i've gotten to work on, but here's the website for it. it's
pretty effing sweet.
www.foodforthemoon.com/mars
same wonderful people i worked with on "black and white" last
year. check that site for more updates;
there should be a screening here in santa cruz by late august.
i realize now that i have not been writing in this xanga
about much at all, lately. about anything. this year has
been so intense and so amazing and also so crappy and infuriating and
all sorts of awesome. i used to write about almost anything, and
now i hardly ever update. i guess it just means i've been keeping
really busy, which is good on my end.
i think that just about now i should be starting up a wan-yin is in ghana xanga. stay tuned.
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| so i've been really not into love lately, along the lines of not being
interested in serious relationships, and being very laissez-faire both
ways when it comes to dating, which has been working out pretty well, i
guess. i really quit with the whole, "i'd do anything for someone
if i truly loved them" kind of bullshit, and janice and i have both
been thinking, the more mature and healthy our relationships seem to
get, the less interesting they become. which, i'm not going to
say that's really true, but it does feel like relationships and dating
have lost the drama. i have decided, though, that that's a really
good thing. i was at the bus stop today though, and we had had
this long ass lecture about cell division, dna replication, and protein
synthesis, and how all of that is important to know about because of
their part in evolution, and i thought, well, maybe i want to be really
nurturing to my lovers because i want to make sure they'll live long
enough to make babies with me. that doesn't make sense, i'm
supposed to find the mate who can provide for themselves; it's too much
extra effort for me to have to look after someone who needs my
help. right? biologically, yes, right? this means, if i keep ending up with fucked up mates, i
will quickly die. maybe this is my way of saying, "see,
wan-yin? mom was right. just go with the one who earns the
most dollar." but in a way, i guess i could think of my desire to
nurture others as a way to ensure their survival so that i can
reproduce. because nature is very selfish.
aaaand, so, remind me never to quantify love like that ever again
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| i got my visa today; nothin's gonna stop me now!
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