tuesday april 3 2001    |    11:37 a.m.

ok, i just had to share. these are the notes i took at the spring cactus screening on sunday night. i was not entirely myself at the time, if you know what i mean. and i'm not either at the moment -- running on half an hour of sleep, and going strong! anyway, i thought this was funny.

sewer scene -- stony
when the cactus flowers, she will know
phone sex service
priest's gift to cut lines
piano & western?
bian ge? dies. who the hell is that?
keys!!!
ultimate betrayal: stabs with own gift
scene with oxygen mask -- husband takes her home -- cave
surreal rocks and sea endscene

all right. now go see the film when it comes out. if you're here, come hear director huang yushan speak on wednesday. i don't think i've seen anything as toxic and beautiful as this film, ever. so yeah. and now to the response paper. if only this counted . . .

wow. if you've ever listened to the very beginning of black celebration, the whispered words coming out of the right (i think) speaker . . . creepy. what a ridiculously great album, by the way.