fatmanatee:

I’ve decided to rent a car or something and go to Delaware and drink all weekend at the Dogfish Head Brewery.  Vacation houses have to be ridiculously cheap this time of year, right?

I still want to go to Austin and Portland, maybe in one trip, I don’t know.  I NEED TO MOVE IT MOVE IT.

Make it happen!

mills:

Last night, Zachary Godshall -with whom I’m acquainted through Will and my doppelganger- screened for three of us his new documentary, God’s Architects. It was astonishing and extremely moving; if you care at all about art, obsession, and the expressions of love, devotion, hope, and madness humans undertake, you’ll love it.

The film is an immersion in five subjects: a blissful squatter in the California desert who is building “God is Love” mountain; a muscular Arkansas Mason erecting a protective memorial castle for his deceased daughter; a 92-year old minister in Vicksburg who preached on a converted bus and assembled a pink-and-red sculpture garden to attract converts; a Tennessean in mourning for his brother who created a castle next to the houses he built from spare lumber; and an absent and ghostly south Louisiana man, whose bizarre sculptural park is now unintelligible in its iconography.

I assume it is bland and banal to mention Errol Morris in discussing a documentary, but although Godshall’s film is in no way derivative in technique or concept to an Errol Morris movie, it shares something: a movingly non-judgmental evenness, a compassionate capacity to find humor and profundity in men who might otherwise be viewed as loons.

As a curation of astounding folk art -uninstructed architecture and strange decorations- the film is wonderful. But as an exploration of how people -some mad, some made miserably by tragedy- strike out to build structures of meaning and connect them haphazardly with religion, with art, with folk tales, the film is one of the most moving I’ve seen.

He’s still finishing it, and the next screening will be at LSU on October 28th. I hope that, should you be interested, you can see it some day soon. In the meantime, there is a MySpace page for it.

(Like all great movies, this one resists encapsulation in a trailer).

Jake and I saw this at the S. Lamar Alamo tonight and at the end there was a Q&A with Zachary and Emilie. We enjoyed it and bought a DVD of it afterwards. Turns out Zach taught Syd’s little brother at LSU. This film definitely brought up much discussion in the car ride home. Random note: One of the castles in the movie, was made for a girl named “Lacey” - I’m just sayin’… this name carries some weight.

humidbeing:

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WANT!!

This parrot has better moves than I do.

erinnicole:

GPOYW

I roll with a mature crowd.

GPOYW - Me being a badass in front of the Alabama marching band.

We took a picture with the Heisman trophy before Saturday’s game. And yes, we embraced our “corn dog smell” the entire day - including feeding the trophy one.

Funny story about the corn dog in the picture. Our Alabama friend, Kevin was driving us to the game when he had to stop for gas. He went inside and came back to the car and threw a bag into the backseat where we were sitting. We peaked in the bag and saw a corn dog inside and each one of our faces lit up. He said he couldn’t believe that the LSU/corn dog thing was true.

Our seats weren’t close and they didn’t show replays at all in the stadium. Most Alabama fans admitted that it was definitely an interception though. I wish we could have lost with a fair game at least. Oh well. There goes our season… Thanks SEC refs

We decided to go through Waco instead of Houston. We are right near Fort Hood right now.