The Solitary Arc Updates

New Photo Set: Back To School, Pristine Is Tardy

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 06:06:08 GMT

Well darlings, it's been a while since I updated that poor lonely photo gallery. So I thought I'd give my gentle readers a going away present while I sashay over to Cambridge Boston for a day or two. We're going to go see a band called The Electric Six. But we have to rush back here because Boobsie, one of my bestest friends is playing another punk festival here over the weekend. So I thought I'd show you what I was thinking of wearing, being that it is school season and all. :-) If you don't like it, let me know, and I can easily revert to the school marm librarian look. Beehive bouffant and all. So enjoy!

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Public Announcement: I was using livejournal for the live RSS feed for d332 readers. Now that I have moved to Wordpress, there is a different feed for any and every update to the site. I will still continue to update here, but if you want up-to-the-minute newsfeed (And I'm sure everybody has time for something as mindless as my site!) then go there and use the new rss feed. Thanks!

Update: Sep 24 PHP Site on Wobbly Legs (Must be the Heels!)

Sat, 24 Sep 2005 06:00:56 GMT

Ok my darlings, I am going to throw caution
to the wind and show you sweeties my new php
site. That means you can comment on each post
and picture from here on in. Most of the other
pages (travel, photography, leisure, etc)
will remain same old pages for now. You can
still get to them from the php site, but you
can't comment for now. Let me know if you
have any problems. Don't you just love these
easy simple posts? I really gotta get back
to the heavier stuff after I get this out
of the way. For this weekend, I will be staying
home to celebrate Glenn Gould's birthday on
Sep 25th. That means trying to stay awake
through the Glenn Gould Reader, listening
to William Byrd, and watching the Russian
Journey, and of course, playing the Goldberg
Variations. Yay!

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Update: Sep 12, 2005 How Meeting Me In Person Helps

Tue, 13 Sep 2005 04:14:31 GMT

Over the weekend, I had an opportunity to run into several people who read my
website. I double-checked with them, just in case: "Now you do realize
that much of my humor is very dry. I hope that is clear." Most, if not all,
chimed in with a resounding, "of course we know you are kidding(?) and never,
for a moment, would words like pompous, pedantic, long-winded, insufferably
verbose, bombastic, onerous, and grandiloquent cross our minds if we should think about you!"

I think once you meet me in person, everything I say here gets a little more
shape and spark in it. I remembered going to New Orleans to meet a few online
friends a few years ago: Some dreaded the notion that I would be stuffy and
cerebral. Well, the moment I burst through the door with hugs, good cheer and
that ever present box-wine (you know, just to flush out the snobs among us), all
preconceptions go right over the porch.

That said, here's a quick entry for the day:

Go To My Website to Read Society Sep 12: Oh Don't Give
Me That La Rochefoucauldian Look!

Update: Sep 9, 2005 The Three Points of Wisdom

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 09:39:34 GMT

A close and dear friend recently said to me: "You know, Pristine, there's really nothing out there for us girls except a bunch of horny married men looking to get some before they run back to their families and wives. And then if they are single, they want only one thing from you. Good luck finding a man who will stand by you in broad daylight!"

I don't want to believe it, but I guess the odds are stacked against us. Maybe it's just against me.

Then I have all my lifelong heterosexual friends (and I do adore them) who cluck like mother geese running around me screeching, "that one's a creep Pristine, he's keeping you on the side, watch out!" "You're too good for him Pristine, stand aside and let us tolchok him with a bit of the ultraviolence." or the time-proven: "I felt I should alert you that I am having concerns about your stuff animals being near bad elements like this present batch."

Then there are my gay friends who would listen with horrified expressions at the same iniquities their group had to suffer only a few decades back, then reach over, and with a solemn raise of the eyebrows: "The next round of cosmos is on me."

I take it all in good humor. There's way too many interesting things to do and life's far too expansive to expend all that energy on one pursuit.

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Update: Sep 7, 2005 The Importance of Being Kissy Poo

Wed, 07 Sep 2005 05:07:11 GMT

I do hear cries from my gentle readers, whimpering for racier pictures on this website. I dunno. I like sweet cute pictures more than the sexy ones. Sometimes I experiment just to see what I can get from form and line, but most of the time, it's the adorable nose-wrinkling kissy-poo pictures that entertain this webtinkler.

Many trans girls I know and speak to tell me that the landscape of admirers are literally soaking in sex. I suppose the assumption is that when two like-minds meet, they should cut to the chase and get right down to business without a moment's haste.

Me, I like the sweet stuff. The cuddling, the kissing, warm fuzzy girly stuff. Trans girls don't even have to advertise for sex: It comes straight at them. If anything, the bulk of what I have come across are people who emphasize that it's not all about sex.

I'm not sure I agree with that either, but I do know that the art of allure and attraction is a Gesamkunstwerk, every dip and drop in the journey builds the momentum, increasing in complexity and tension - photographer Ralph Gibson would call it "a drum snare" -the longer the continuity in a relationship is sustained.

Getting together for a brief afternoon and carrying on like a bunch of guys around a bag of chips and a Girls Gone Wild dvd just doesn't cut it for me.

It's like: you don't eat before a meal unless you want to spoil your appetite.

New Stuff on my website d332.com

An amusing new entry on Current Writings Page about guys who seek out tgirls to feminize them

Update: Sep 5, 2005 The Default is Cynicism

Mon, 05 Sep 2005 06:39:58 GMT

I looked down a few entries below, and I noticed that I myself have said, "See? Good Things CAN happen and there are still nice people around." That seems to be the predominant reaction from listeners when I recounted the story of my handbag being returned intact. Sometimes I try to pick apart common expressions we use on a daily basis. It's almost like an armchair forensic examination.

Here's what I think: The fact that people state that there are still nice people around tells me that the default basis of that statement - presumed as agreed truth- is that there are no longer any nice people around.

All year long, I have harped on the topic of growing cynicism and pessimism with the inevitable advancing years, but if there was ever a chance that the clock could be turned back several revolutions, it would have to have occurred this past week, as stories of everyday people from all across America take it upon themselves to mobilize down South with food, supplies and pairs of hands and some heart to help the ones in need.

Tell it anyway you want to, but that good old American "can do" optimism sure did take a few wrinkles out of Old Glory!

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Update Aug 26 / 27 : Last Days of Summer and The Name of Pristine

Sat, 27 Aug 2005 06:43:34 GMT

Update: Aug 27 My name picked me, I didn't choose it.

I went over to the West Village tonight to have dinner with my favorite Long Island friend of the cloth, Ted. We sat at the pier of Hudson River Park and the summer dusk breeze coming in was just absolutely gorgeous. After we ate at Chelsea and parted, I drove up to bars and clubs which I have known about (and which friends have recommended) and sat outside debating whether I should enter or not. I usually visit these places once a year just to see how things have unchanged. There's one bar that is specifically for Caucasian gay males with an Asian fetish, and vice versa.

Now I know if I were to enter, I'd have "currency." But try as I did, I couldn't bring myself to do it. A quick bar pick-me-up sex is not what I'm about. And the very last thing I want in this world is the knowledge that everything that makes me who I am as a person, can be superceded merely by the color of my skin.

I think about happy moments between lovers on equal standing, caring for each other, whether snuggling, discussing, debating, doing little things for each other, looking after one another and laughing together on an empty stretch of beach in early winter mornings, and I nod: Yeah, that's what I want.

I don't want this.

So I started the car and slowly drove down 5th avenue listening to Antonio Carlos Jobim pieces on the broken car stereo with all the windows rolled down.

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Aug 26 Last Days of Summer

Down to the last few days to wear white. Oh! Better get those sunny delights out. Well, here is No.2 of the my favorite pics of myself evar! Why don't I post them all up at once. I guess I could. I just don't have the time. Eventually I will get to put them up. Still there are a few here and there that I may post on a daily basis, that I may never put up again. I think it's because I try to replicate my life in some small way metaphorical way on my site.

As a night person, I do regret a little all the early summer mornings I missed, even though I have had the blessed fortune of seeing the beatific grey blue skies on the birth of a several days.

I try to post my pictures here as if they were days. Each day is a passing fancy. A moment comes and fades into the folds of memory's embrace, like a bossa nova song on a breezy Ipanema evening along Avenida Vieira Suoto.

The Solitary Arc at www.d332.com

August 24, 2005 Online Usage and Berlin Germany Travel log

Wed, 24 Aug 2005 05:28:01 GMT

I get emails asking me why I am rarely online. As you know, my yahoo IM icon is on the left, but it seldom lights up. I would say I get on at the most, five spurts a day (unless I have some research and reading to do). I am on dial-up and see no reason to be connected to a cream-colored box when real breathing life is going on two feet behind the monitor past that wall, just outside in the beautiful real world. I spend so little time on the computer, it's any wonder I even get through all your emails by the end of the week. Everytime I want to get something done, I have to call up friends and ask them what's the latest software. And here you were thinking I was geek techno wiz! Don't lie! ;-)

Well, this is the final installation of the little black dress series. Tomorrow, I will show my favorite portrait of me, EVER! See ya.

Oh yes, I have also finally put up Part II of Germany from my travel log last October. Click on Travel:Germany to go there.

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Update: Aug 19 Society Page Entry: How We Became So Noisome

Fri, 19 Aug 2005 16:06:33 GMT

My notebook is piling up with a list of topics
I wanted to talk about. I am slowly getting
to them one by one. Too bad distraction -in
the form of dvds -came today, specifically,
one of my favorite romantic movies, Pierre
Uytterhoeven's Un Homme et Une Femme
(A Man and A Woman), with the actress
my father once had a crush on: Anouk Aimée.
So that backlogged me, as well as a trip to
the Aquarium. (Have a look at the two
lovely pictures I took in between buying
stuff animals at the gift shop)

Despite of all this, I did manage to knock
out one entry.

Society:
How We Became Noisy

Update August 16, The Immediacy of Living

Tue, 16 Aug 2005 11:41:40 GMT

You see, living is like being on the Millenium Falcon. You're trying to make your way to the princess with the Cinnabon hairdo to collect your booty. But you have to get past the asteroid belt first....

The Immediacy of Living (Explained in Pop Culture Terms We Can All Love and Appreciate)

Aug 14 Five Additional Little Black Dress Pics

Sun, 14 Aug 2005 05:31:58 GMT

By popular demand and by request: Five Additional Pictures in the Gallery Section

Update: Aug 10 Relative Velocity and Frames of Reference

Wed, 10 Aug 2005 06:13:43 GMT

Above is a high contrast shot of my mug. I thought it would be fun to see what the technique Richard Avedon used on my all time favorite film Funny Face would look like here. Of course, if you wanted to be high-falutin', you can say the shot is a symbiotic duality that portrays me as both Audrey and Astaire simultaneously.

But that intellectual stuff is a bit of a bore.

So let's move on to a lighter fare. I was looking for an adorable heart pendant (I lost my original one in between photoshoots last Sunday (pouts), when I was struck by a thought. So using an eyebrow pencil on the back of a receipt, I captured this bouncing thought from my head:

Being on earth can be seen as a metaphor for going through a lifetime: What feels motionless is actually 17,000 mph.

Time to step on the peddle. Do that thing you've always wanted to do. Time is ticking away. Get it done!

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Update: Aug 8, 2005

Mon, 08 Aug 2005 06:33:45 GMT

I have often joked that online dating is nothing but an extra fishing pole in the ocean. I am increasingly hearing more people and friends around me who are giving up the search online and taking it to the streets. Myself included.

Transgender people are already having a rough time as it stands. For example, they have diffculties distinguishing between suitors who exotify their trans-identities and guys who are just flat out GAY, but refuse to accept it. Furthermore, the whole point of transitioning is to free onself from that "neither here nor there" sentence. And with all those added options, many from that portion of our community are still not fairing well (Ok, all generalizations are misleading....so I should restate that this statement is based on the ones I have spoken to or recently read about). So now you have girls like myself, who accept and are happy and content with everything intact. I don't know. Statistically, finding Mr. Right online would be like finding a sharp needle in a needle stack!

I shrug and roll my eyes one time. Oh well. I miss being kissed by a man- it is true, but it's not the end of the world. ^_^ Mr Right is out there. He just doesn't have internet access.

And come to think of it, I would prefer it that way!

The Solitary Arc

August 7 Now This Is What I Call Planning Ahead!

Sun, 07 Aug 2005 07:15:24 GMT

I was just out with my best friend bouncing around New York City. We were talking about weddings. I hate to say it, but as it stands I think I won't be expecting many family members to show up at my wedding. It's not exactly something I can hide (like, say, an S&M lifestyle).

And no, I don't want that whole "let's just go quietly to city hall and get a certificate and exchange a ring." It's not as if I want a big grand wedding in some Louis XIV chateau, but it IS a special occasion, and I am an incurable romantic. I do want a quaint country church. I do want pretty little flowers and a lutenist playing the wedding song (an anonymousTudorian piece) I had envisioned will be played on my wedding day. I want it to be special. Doesn't every girl? I'm going to be with the man I love in that Ella Fitzgerald, Grace Kelly, Audrey way, and it's going to be roses here on in. A handful of close friends will show up, that's good enough. I am more for quality than quantity. Sounds reasonable to me.

And oh yeah. cake. Lots of cake!

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Update: August 4 Kept + 5 New Pictures

Thu, 04 Aug 2005 07:07:45 GMT

One of types of emails I get most often begins something like this: "Dear Pristine, don't know whether you were being serious about what you wrote or not...." And the answer is always yes. Because I know exactly what portion of my writing is being questioned. Writing reveals many facets within the writer. I know there's a thing call writing style and a particular tone, but the content is always true to one dimension of the author in some way or another. You know what they say: Even in jest, there is a kernel of truth.

Do I want a big meanie who's going to make me feel small, weak, helpless, dependent on the big boss, who's going to pamper me take care of me in every way while I pay in kind? Uh-huh. Yes.

After all, somebody's got to take care of business while I stay at home and find a way to replace all the bread that's been used up for making penicillin.

Five New Pictures In the Gallery

Update: August 1 Plans Backfired

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 05:59:17 GMT

So I went out with some friends to a hip dance club over the weekend. I was showing Teddy and Joe the walk that I do that would nurture the inner meanie in men and make them want to club me in the head, throw me over their shoulders, and drag me back to their cave.

So I did this walk, and guess what happened?

I started getting picked up by girls!

Oh yeah, just today I was daydreaming about tying the knot with a man of my dreams. How sweet (and immensely *erotic* colorful) would it be to have our picture up there on the New York Times Newlywed Page!

Oh wait. I think I misplaced Mr. Right again.

Never mind. ^_^

Photo Gallery Update

Leisure Article: Art Appreciation

July 30 Notes on Laughter

Sat, 30 Jul 2005 04:17:36 GMT

Online friends, upon meeting me in person for the first time are always taken aback by how much I would laugh. I guess I don't really capture that part well on film: Something that's been a bit of a curse.

I've always felt that a photograph reveals as much about the photo-taker as it does the subject, especially in portraiture. What portraitists refer to as rapport, is, for me, a sign of how much one is able to put the subject at ease, and let the natural side come out. On that point, I have stacks of pictures I have taken of some of the most stoney-faced characters laughing up a storm, having a grand old time.

I've been going to bed around 7AM the last two days. I hung out with a long time classmate and we poured over the yearbooks in search of a girl who was the inarguable authority on oral know-how, in a class of 300. Even the shape of her lips was the equivalent of a Phd diploma of her infamous skills when the rest of us were just learning to utilize them for taking the character of our school lunches. I'm willing to bet that the devil is still trying to trade Robert Johnson's soul for what she must know. Remarkably, I only remembered her to be cheery, friendly, and always in high-spirits.

I guess we were too busy learning from teachers when we should have been learning from her!

A pic of Me and Little Daria

July 28 Give Me My Drug. Give Me People Who Can't Keep Their Hands Off Each Other.

Thu, 28 Jul 2005 22:34:30 GMT

Yesterday several friends dropped in one after another. We watched D.E.B.S. in the original and full-length version. It's always interesting to watch how my gay and straight friends chuckle at different sets of jokes, while missing the references from the other group.

One thing rings loud and clear though to both parties though: When Amy says "love should be irresistible, like a drug. When it happens, you can't help yourself."

Most of my friends always somehow manage to emit a moan when she says that. I don't think it's because they don't want to hear it. It's probably because there's so much talk of that, but so little of it actually happens in real life.

With every failed relationship story I have listened to from friends, acquaintances, and relatives, it's becoming increasing apparent that there are many of us who simply settle for a compromise. Whether the reason be safety, pretenses of normalcy, self-esteem issues, confidence, or simply father time unyielding, many people do settle.

I can't fault that. It is often said that if we know the full reason behind each action taken, and we were able to see the world through the decision maker's eyes, there would be no such thing as a bad decision.

But to settle for a compromise....and still not get half of what you want. Well, that's just downright unfortunate.

I've been repeating this to friends of late: Why settle? Throw your doubts to the wind and reach for the stars.

After all, even if you fail, it's still not as bad as settling for half and getting none...or married, but looking.

The SOlitary Arc

Update: July 27 2005 Look Back In Laughter

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 06:26:20 GMT

I was recently asked what I read and acquire knowledge for. Was it to make the examined life worthwhile? My answer was that I absorb knowledge with an intention to apply it for practical purposes. Simply knowing stuff would make one a factoid, and I must admit, a little too much of internet reading might just be that.

I guess for myself and countless others before and during my time, one of the textbook application of knowledge would be to make sense out of one's existence. It becomes a practical purpose when deviates from such sensibilities. For example, I think not taking onself too seriously (or others for that matter) or having an overbearing sense of self-importance is a craft that can only be arrived at from years of learning. Another practical application of being learned is the ability to shed learning from being worn on one's sleeves. O is that ever so tiring!

Lorelei Lee said no man finds an intelligent woman attractive, and that made me realize why I've always cringed a little when that consolation prize was handed my way.

Happily, the acquisition of knowledge is solely for oneself. Intelligence may not getcha far in romance novels, but I've found it to be pretty decent company in solitude.

Me in a little black dress

Update: July 25 Magnificent House

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 06:13:21 GMT

I had a fantastic dream that I went househunting. I found a place that suited my simple taste down to the last corner. It had unpolished dried dark brown wood for its walls. There were large Mies Van Der Rohe-styled glass panels looking out onto a spacious garden with tall squared hedges, sectioning a path out to the driveway. The other side overlooked a serene lake that overflowed underneath the house. In other words, the foundation is built on a rock. There is a free-standing fireplace that face the lake, and a set of white stairs (no hand rails) that contrasted nicely with the surrounding dark wood. The stairs led up to the bedroom that also overlooks the lake.

Understated, minimal cubist leather sofas face each other, and of course, can't go anyway without my piano. So d332 is in the middle towards the rear of the house, where the kitchen is.

The soft Flemmish light that illuminated my dream must have been the result of the time I have been spending thinking about the works of Danish painter of interiors, Vilhelm Hammershoi.

It could also be mixed in with the Saturday night I spent at a rooftop party on the Lower East Side, overlooking the Manhattan skyline. The breeze was magical.

Anyway, I'm back to migrating some of my travel-logs online, here's one from Germany:

Pristine in Munich-Leipzig

Picture Update: July 23 Picture Gallery Update

Sat, 23 Jul 2005 04:21:21 GMT

I just dug up these "birthday shots" of me for my birthday this past month. I usually take a set of me in my favorite outfit to mark the passing of each year. Although I haven't consciously decided then to focus less on full body shots, I have cropped them according to my new agenda for more creative compositions.

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Update: July 22 Are we governed by numbers?

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 06:23:13 GMT

I am not a believer in numerology, but sometimes I do think about the effect that numbers have on us. As much as the concept of quality over quantity is touted, I'm only beginning to realize that numbers do play a large part in how one reacts in many scenarios.

Let's not spend any time discussing what we already know: Economy, sports, the flair for commerce and capitalism demands that many Americans keep up with numbers. What I'm talking about here is the frequency of occurrence.

Yesterday's unfortunate news about London was the second occurrence in the month of July. When the first one occurred, I remembered many blogs bemoaning the sad incident. Today, not a quip out of any of the same blogs. It could be argued that unlike the one on July 7, there were no fatalities this time around. And that in itself, is a numerical entity. So I started thinking about the frequency of similar incidences in between a holy land separated by a wall. And one begins to see how numbers change our perception and reaction.

This doesn't diminish a tragedy in any way, and I hope I don't get misinterpreted. It's just that the more times the same thing occurs, the less attention it receives. And that's what I want to talk about here: It's what Americans like to call a melting pot.

It's been observed that a few unassimilated outsiders from any group can easily retain their exotic status. But when an entire community descends upon a neighborhood, that statues goes right out the window. What previously brought heterogeneity to the mix is slowly becoming the new quotidian. It doesn't change the reality that they remain "the other" as opposed to "us." They have ways of operating within their community that are not like ours. This is not to negate the difference, character, and quality of different groups of people. Celebrating difference is an artform, pretending we are all the same is folly.

So then it made me think: If the nature of a thing hasn't changed what has? It's our perception, which has been transformed by numbers.

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July 21 Polishing the Self Image

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 06:13:47 GMT

It is said that it takes a lifetime to cultivate a personal style. I'm still trying to perfect mine. Every year that goes by, the path continues to narrow as unsuccessful and unflattering combinations are quietly discarded. Certainly a glance at my gallery will show this style being constantly refined.

I think there is another journey of exploration we are in the process of navigating. It's journey of the external self-image. It takes a lifetime to arrive at a look one can call one's own. It also takes a lifetime to come to terms with oneself. Sure. I have the potential of looking better. Who doesn't? And there isn't a day when I haven't opened my eyes in the morning and thought: "I could be a better person."

But as far as my self-image goes. I'm pretty satisfied within my skin. I like my company, and I'm pretty happy with the way I look. It's not for everyone, and I've always been a bit suspicious of what an acquired taste is supposed to mean. Although I have been called all of the above, I'm think I am finally beginning to understand the light and joy around that phrase: "don't change a thing."

Update: July 19 Leisure and Society

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 07:24:38 GMT

I've been busy working on new sections to this website. They are actually sub-sites within this site where I chatter about my social observations, as well as commentaries on books, movies, television, and other people's music.

As opposed to merely lifting other people's content, I will attempt to jot down and dash off my humble thoughts on things my personal taste leads me to and things I happen to stumble upon. I shall write with the pretext that the content better be darn interesting, insightful, and most of all, brief. I'll also try to steer clear of that calling card of the e-generation: gratuitous sarcasm.

There's altogether too much opinions online already, and I for one, am not going to fall victim to the legion of amateur online pundits. I work with the notion that I know little (sometimes nothing) and have much more to learn. I will write accordingly as well.

I am also removing the guestbook, the end of the dating game, and text archives button from the left navigation sidebar. They are nice, but not too functional. The thought of putting another webpage out there with a million links that nobody is gonna click on kinda makes me cringe. So I'll put what I feel will hopefully be of some interest to the casual reader.

We'll see how it all goes. If it doesn't I can pull everything down and just post pictures. (Oh wouldn't you be a happy boy!) ;-)

Don't worry dears, pictures will keep coming.

After all, what's a girl to do during her down time from practicing kissing with boys?

Gentlemen Prefer Car Chases

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 06:01:39 GMT

Update: July 18 Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

I had to pop motion-sickness medication after watching marilyn's facial gesticulations in
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. For me the highlight of the movie was the dance sequence
in "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend." After a itinerant move, a swatch of Marilyn's
blonde hair is glaringly sticking up in the air, rebelliously refusing to settle.

And the camera just keeps rolling. I loved it. No-CGI, no Dreamworks, no Industrial Light
and Magic touch-ups. Just that one wild swatch.

It's recently occured to me that while old movies have the sheen of scripted artificiality
and the blazing Keatonian rhythm in it's dialogue, the mere absence of Computers make every scene
real time. And in doing so, realization of that dream world within the cinema frame becomes
that much more possible.

The modern car chase sequence is an example. The atrocious constant camera cuts make every
modern car chase scenes wholly unconvincing. Bullitt,The Seven-Ups, The
French Connection. Uncut, continuous camera angles, non-CGI, non-Dreamworks. Now
those were real cars going at real speeds. And that's how it captures our imagination
and makes it breathtaking: Because it is possible.

Anyway, I digress. I used to write one sentence reviews of movies and books at Amazon. I've
given up on that pursuit and decide to do it here. Because I haven't set up my entertainment
blog section yet, I'll snap one out for Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Here it is:

Every transgirl seems to want the attention Lorelei gets, but the moment
they open their lips, only Dorothy's lines come out.

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