over spring break
3/24/2006
i am acting in a world war II movie. we are filming the battle of new york city (the city looks more like shanghai--futuristic as hell--maybe we're filming there). the actor playing vladimir putin, who was a crucial figure in WWII, is unnecessarily attractive. this upsets me. the putin guy, nathan lane (who [i think] is playing napoleon) and i run towards a octagonal glass building (very White City), brandishing machine guns, and take out the nest of Germans. after this germany withdraws from American soil.
after the camera stops rolling i go to a glitzy hotel to read magazines.
3/25/2006
the shoreland is being demolished and rebuilt exactly as it was. this is unfortunate for people who would like to step on the EXACT SAME FLOOR elvis stepped on but has good implications for structural integrity, etc.
DOC films has been relocated to a series of tall, rectangular bamboo towers in the Shoreland parking lot, but students who live in rooms that have been destroyed float in the airspace their rooms used to occupy.
after the first 7AM doc film in the parking lot (part of the decalogue), i decided this was too much for me. i walked over to the flamingo to catch the green line. the El, incidentally, is now open-air and inverted, much like the Raptor; track is painted to correspond to line color.
the first train to arrive was filled before I could get to it. a group of seven hipster intellectuals walked by on their way to a book club meeting.
"i left my casserole in the mail slot," said one of them, a man who looked like Egon, as he passed.
i took the second train to Pilsen, where i met up with matt shore in a rather sterile taqueria laid out much like the 51st street mcdonald's. i ordered three crunchy carne asada tacos. we sat down. i bit into a taco.
"what the fuck," i said.
"what?" asked matt.
"this taco has beans in it."
"oh, poor baby! suck it up! that's why this place is authentic and not taco bell!"
i return to the Shoreland alone, where I have awkward conversation with cynthia, a cashier at the dive bar/restaurant that has been built where the RM apartment used to be. i knew her in grade school, but we weren't friends, and now we have to ask how the other is doing and offer to friend them on facebook and say we should hang out some time.
i am acting in a world war II movie. we are filming the battle of new york city (the city looks more like shanghai--futuristic as hell--maybe we're filming there). the actor playing vladimir putin, who was a crucial figure in WWII, is unnecessarily attractive. this upsets me. the putin guy, nathan lane (who [i think] is playing napoleon) and i run towards a octagonal glass building (very White City), brandishing machine guns, and take out the nest of Germans. after this germany withdraws from American soil.
after the camera stops rolling i go to a glitzy hotel to read magazines.
3/25/2006
the shoreland is being demolished and rebuilt exactly as it was. this is unfortunate for people who would like to step on the EXACT SAME FLOOR elvis stepped on but has good implications for structural integrity, etc.
DOC films has been relocated to a series of tall, rectangular bamboo towers in the Shoreland parking lot, but students who live in rooms that have been destroyed float in the airspace their rooms used to occupy.
after the first 7AM doc film in the parking lot (part of the decalogue), i decided this was too much for me. i walked over to the flamingo to catch the green line. the El, incidentally, is now open-air and inverted, much like the Raptor; track is painted to correspond to line color.
the first train to arrive was filled before I could get to it. a group of seven hipster intellectuals walked by on their way to a book club meeting.
"i left my casserole in the mail slot," said one of them, a man who looked like Egon, as he passed.
i took the second train to Pilsen, where i met up with matt shore in a rather sterile taqueria laid out much like the 51st street mcdonald's. i ordered three crunchy carne asada tacos. we sat down. i bit into a taco.
"what the fuck," i said.
"what?" asked matt.
"this taco has beans in it."
"oh, poor baby! suck it up! that's why this place is authentic and not taco bell!"
i return to the Shoreland alone, where I have awkward conversation with cynthia, a cashier at the dive bar/restaurant that has been built where the RM apartment used to be. i knew her in grade school, but we weren't friends, and now we have to ask how the other is doing and offer to friend them on facebook and say we should hang out some time.
Labels: celebrities, Matt, physical Shoreland anomalies, unusual food
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