I’m taking a break from this little blog, for 2 days, to finish up exams. In two days, I will be free to do as I please, but until then, I am buried in a mountain of papers and surrounded by pens and highlighters. I’m only conversing in multiplechoicespake, and also sharpening pencils, and improving my multiplechoicecirclefillingskills in preparation for my last 2 finals. If you have any questions pertaining to social psychology, personality, or health psychology, then ask away because this is my life from now on. Follow me Twitter, so you can experience my mental breakdown live!
Giving Narcissus a Run for his Money. Or maybe Ovid?
"Hey so, hi. I’ve seen you around here before. How are you? Not much of a talker, eh? That’s fine. Look, I see you in here all the time, and I just wanted…wanted…I just wanted to ask if you’d like to join me for a drink or something? I mean you look so familiar too, you know? Like I know you from somewhere else, or something. Oh what? What? Thanks, this handlebar stache took me like, 8 months to grow. Yes, it was for Movember. So, uhh about that drink…" [ENTER GIANT KISS]
Modern day courtship rituals tend to be…well…errr…less than entertaining sometimes. How many times has a pursuer approached you with so much condescension or even lackluster one-liners that just left you with thoughts like “WHY DON’T YOU GO MAKE OUT WITH YOURSELF IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR YOU SELF-OBSESSED [insert your word of choice], OKAY?” Or, how many guys come at you with lines like “Does your perfume come in this white box?” ** Inflated egos? Weirdos? Who knows.
Anyways, mad rants aside, this is how James Franco courts, I guess? Or gets his game face on before he leaves the house? Or rehearses a flirt scene?
In case you have been living under a bridge with no WiFi, the NYT, in collaboration with Solve Sundsbo and Owen Pallett (GO CANADA!) put together a series of shorts that incorporate the viewer (you and you and you and me) into the piece: whether as a voyeur, the object of the actor’s gaze, or just the focal point of Matt Damon’s fits of rage. The score for each individual piece is beautiful and well-suited and timed to each dramatic run, flirtatious eye flicker, or even Tilda Swinton bursting tears. Here, have a looksie. My favorite one at the moment is that starring Anthony Mackie — he makes emoting while running away in fear a goddamn necessity. I found myself disinterested in what was “chasing” him and waited, instead — (and with bated breath) — for him to just turn back around and look me in the eye. As a spectator, you feel as though you’re guiding him and consoling him at the same time — or rather, that you are desperately trying to reassure him.
Anyways, after that last paragraph, I think I figured out the James Franco vid: it’s James Franco making out with Franco.
"COOL; PERFORMANCE ART."
**(Ok, this did actually happen to me, and it was only once. I was just innocently ordering a drink, I had just finished my last exam, and I was out with my friends celebrating, and then this guy started opening his mouth. He also pulled out a white box. I am still just as confused about this situation, and oddly enough, writing about it isn’t even helping.)