The Reader

This is not a movie review. I never know what an artist intentions are.
None of us do really. Not even the artist. This is just what was inspired in my mind at the conclusion of the film.



Dreaming & Sickness.

I read somewhere that being sick is God trying to communicate with you in a personal way. Like making you take time off for a one on one with the universe.
I kept this with me because it made me not feel so sad about being sick. So instead of me getting all frustrated, and missing the things I would naturally be doing if not for the illness. I just meditated and listen for the sound of God. I learn a lot of things in sickness now. It makes sickness more like a dream, than a time of headache, and fever, and the smell of vicks vapor rub. I know someone my reply that this may not be true for the chronically, or terminally ill. To you I say this is not about illness, it's about The Reader.

The boy being sick in the movie lead him to his fate. So maybe the sickness was a gift. Something that took him out of his natural element, and into the arms of the person who would change him. And whose life he would change.


Silence

It's a strange thing. Not the silence of the night, or the silence of the mind. But the silence of people. Those who refuse to speck, or that will keep a secret for ever. I have to say I find these types admirable, only because I myself have to by my true nature say everything. I often wonder what gives a person the will to hold in certain things till their death? And if this act is an act of strength, or weakness?


Knowledge

This film is a testament to it's power. The character Hannah had no knowledge of certain things. Due to negligence by others, or her own disinterest I know not. But the fact still remains the same. Having access to this information impacted the woman's entire life. Would access to this information have saved her life, intern saving the life of hundreds of others? And what does this say about our role as individuals in a society? Is knowledge a thing of privilege, as it is played out in our modern theater? Or is it desperately essential to or survival as humans, and in some cases to the survival of animals? Is the sharing of information vital to our survival as a culture? Could lack of it lead to a holocaust? What does this mean I should do with the limited amount of information I hold?

Love

Can it be measured, or judged. And is every human encounter something bigger. I mean can the person working at the check out counter, or someone you meet by chance be a major part of ones life journey. And what does this say about relationships, or life in general. Should we be looking for something deeper in every moment of the day? Is every so called casual encounter an act of love? Even the negative ones. It could be that they are love unexpressed, or misinterpreted.

Books

Only here to say this. They have saved me in this world, and made me what I am today. A nobody with a simple dream. To know what it is you are trying to say in this world. By you, I mean we. By we, I mean people on this planet. All the people. Sometimes when I go into a new place( like someone's home, or a bookstore), and I see a very large amount of books it just brings me to tears. And this movie helped me to understand why. There is so much to say in this world... So much to say. As a side note. J.D. Salinger I fucking miss you, and I wish you would write another book.

The Nazis

All I can say about the Nazis is, they where people. And this world is crazy.

Before it was a movie

It was a book written by Bernhard Schlink. We often forget writers when we see movies of their work. This is him.


Anyway I have more to say. But I don't feel like saying it right now so that's that.

The Muppets

I don't believe in politics.
I don't believe in Barak Obama.
I don't believe in any politicians.
I watch the muppets.



That's right.
I do not carry signs.
I don't sign petitions.
I watch Pigs In Space.




And it's peaceful world.
Politics is a shameful, and dirty game.
Full of lies, and warmongers.
The Muppets have live shows with Elton John.


Politicians don't care who they kill.
The Muppets ain't with that.


The Muppets are peaceful.


And some of them are furry.



So I'm with The Muppets.
Kermit The Frog for 2009.

I like him best because he is not running for anything.

And for the people who think this is ignorant, and insensitive.
Maybe you should watch the Muppets.

This is a Manifestation

I'm been offered a job that will start on February 8th.
And I'm getting it.
There will be no obstacle.
I am an artist, and a writer by God's will.
However I'm starving out here, and I've been all but blacklisted from mainstream America for the last two years.
So I'm calling all Angels.
Let the poverty end.
This is the thing for me.
I know I have a dream and it is coming through.
However a sista needs to eat.
So people of the Ether.
This is real.
And I'm putting it out there.
This job is mine.

Something or Rather

I have disappointed friends today. I feel like I often disappoint, there is always someone to offend. I myself are rarely offended by anything. Yet I deeply understand the sentiment. I planned to change somethings this year, but so far things have remained virtually unchanged. I'm still living in the same life situations, and doing things to make them different seem useless. Like I feel as if I'm not on the right track to my true future. But every time I make an effort to get on another direction things stay the same. Like the blandness is holding on for dear God. And you know maybe I've been on the right track all along. And where I am is where I need to be, so maybe I should look around a little more.


Sometime there is this

writing keeps me isolated
or is that just me
my thought keep me in a sort of forced solitude
or is that my dreams

mmmm

So today was a day of job interview type things. I always think these things go awful. But who knows maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I really believe that people in the valley think I'm unemployable. I might just be too much of a weirdo. You know "too punk for metal, too metal for punk." But we shall see my friends.

The super good news of the day is, on the way back for the job adventure. I came upon a yard sale,and they had a bunch of books. FOR FREE!! So I got a bunch of Maya Angelou, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and other fun stuff like that. And of course you know that made my day.

And I had a dream last night that I was reading "100 years of Solitude" and I got a copy of that at the yard sale today. So we'll have to see what kind of little messages I find in these found jewels.

Most of the time I feel like Camus' stranger, or a character out of a Dostoyevski novel. You know completely on an isolated island of the mind, yet living among the others in a constant sort of detachment.

Here's a poem:



Words mean more to me than personal contact
does that make me too distant
and how far away am I really
could you touch me with a cloud
I feel above the world looking down
and I am comfortable with my wings
I live lovely in my dreams
in a room filled with music and books
my life is lived in a journal
my closest friend is a turtle
until my destiny is complete
I am a hermit with a smile
and of course mad style

A Working Class Hero?

So tomorrow I am going to go check out a place that may be decent enough to work at. It's a thrift store in North Hollywood. So I hope it is as laid back, and fashionable as I am imagining right now.
Okay that's all.
Lazy fingers.
I'll update on this later.
I'm out.

Undercovers & Transexuals Gone Wild

Today my block got mad hot. My local neighborhood tranny got busted by detectives, for reasons unknown to your girl. All I really know is that when I got on my block this evening she was laid out on the curb in her drawls with DT's all around. I was like "what the fuck?" There were like at least seven detectives in plain cars (not a black & white in sight) on one tranny. I mean really. On top of this weirdness a little kid skater click I had never seen before were snitching to the cops about her. I couldn't hear what they where saying. But it was a trip, really.

The saddest thing about it. Well it's all sad really. But the other sad thing about it is that the tranny has a little dog, and I wonder if it's okay in her condo all alone. Who knows. One things for sure, city life ain't nothing to fuck with. It gets really rugged out here.

Oh, and I have a new city on my hate list.

Sun Valley... Die slow... You suck.

And I'm out.

Burbank

I took the bus to Burbank today. I went to sign up for one of those audience participation gigs. You know you go watch them tape live T.V. shows, and clap, and laugh and stuff like that. Whatever. The point is I now hate Burbank. One it's sort of my fault for trying to take the bus somewhere like that. Two the old people in the city of Burbank are awesome. And if you have to go there just try to find a Senior Citizen, and you may be greatly entertained.

First, it's hella far from my spot. Then the buses are super slow there. And I don't know it just seemed generally lame. I'm sure it has it's redeemable qualities.

But as for now I'm done with Burbank. I did find a really cool used bookstore called, Book Castle. It's was worth the trip.

I got three new for me, used in reality books.

"Notes From The underground" by, Dostoyevsky

"Franny and Zooey" by, J.D. Salinger

"Through A Glass Clearly" by, Isaac Asimov

All of these books are amazing, and imaginative.

I'll update later with book reviews.

And that's about that.

Later

Purple Leggings

I am so in in love with my purple leggings from American Apparel. I don't know why I don't wear
them more often. But when I do I feel like I got me a new set of Space Legs, BAAABY!!
I am wearing purple, blue, orange, and polka dots. I feel like Rainbow Bright.
She really is one of my fashion icons, along with Judy Jetson.








Shout out to Jet Screamer.



Today is a wild, crazy fresh day. And you know it gets better. I'm going to hang with my brother De'andre a little later.
Oh yeah, and we got a new fresh, and shiny oven. So your girl can get her Rachel Ray on.
Alright. That's it.
I'm out.

Pizza & A Walk

I just had a nice walk with my dog, and my boyfriend.
We eat pizza on the walk.
I think this may be a good way to have junk food by not get all fat.
You just eat while walking a hug pit bull dog who is snatching fifty percent of the food out of your hands. I think I might be on to something.
Okay I'm outta of this spot.
Stay gold Ponyboy.

Another Fire

Did I tell you? My stove caught on fire this morning. I mean the thing is electric, and it just went mad. The oven was on at like 5am my mom's an early birdie. And the electric wiring in there just went up in flames. It was pretty much madness folks. We had to call the fire department, and all that shit.
Side note the LAFD has the largest amount of hotties compared to any other public service department by far. Do you know? Right.
Anyways things didn't get all out of hand. The fire was contained in the stove itself, but still. For real doe. It was hella smokey in here too.
Good news.
We are going to get a new stove. Maybe I'll start to bake more. We'll see.
I'm listening to The Chantels "Maybe". So you know, it all can happen.
Some weirdness for today for sure.
I feel a little off right now, because of all the early morning excitment. I'm trying to channel it into creativity. So it will go to good use.
I meet some pretty cool new people on Myspace today. That was fun.
And....... I'm out.

'Sup

I just got up. JoJo woke me up to kisses, which I have to admit was a very awesome. I am still enjoying my hair cut so much. I feel like I'm on a new life adventure. Where will my short hair cut take me today Machine Heads? Yesterday was really chill. I looked super indy and I loved it. I wore my Polo style dress, with green, and white striped leggings. My black ballet slippers, they looked so cute with their little bow. And I had on my little blue parka, and red sixties secretary glasses. I was loving it. I also watched the movie Tropic Thunder yesterday, against my better judgment. It was great, I shouldn't have been a hater on that movie. It was pretty funny. The black character that Robort Downey Jr. played, the one that I thought would be racist Mizz. Was in fact very funny. So I learned the lesson of not judging a book by it cover, again. I'm going to get dressed, and prepared for my daily adventures. The only thing I have scheduled for this week, is tomorrow going to get an audience participation gig, and to go get my money straight. And Jessica on Tuesday. Short set up but I'm still looking forward to it. Okay I'm listening to Adle "Chasing Pavements".
And I'm out.

Yeah

So I'm having the great day I predicted. I fixed my money issue. So for sure I'll have a steady income coming in. And I laid down a cool job opportunity, just what I was looking for. I have a super good feeling a about this gig. I think this may be just the break I needed. I'm making the Ultimate Ska Playlist in the mean time. It's rockin' and I'm out.
Peace

The only thing on my agenda for today is.

Drinking Saki, or Vodka, and Getting envelopes for mailing out manuscripts.

Sweet Reward

I just cut off my long dreads. And it's awesome. I feel so free. Like all that hair was just weighing me down. And now I'm getting my Audrey on. It's a really good way to start off the New Year. 2009 is on and cracking youngins. And you know what? It's no hating in 2009. All the haters stepped off last year. And there is no room aboard the S.S. Foe Shizzy. Ya know!! Any way. That is all.
I'm out.

A. Josalisa