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Monday, December 29, 2003
So, a few weeks ago, I commented that I still thought that my short film Renegade Shriner was good. Having seen it again for the first time in several years, I stand corrected. However, in its defense, there were time constraints during production and post-production, there were technical issues with the equipment available to us, and, I was in high school. I do think that the cinematography was good and the soundtrack was good. Of course, when you're stealing camera angles from Martin Scorsese and Stanley Kubrick and using the soundtracks from A Clockwork Orange and 2001: A Space Odyssey, it's really tough to screw up. From a technical standpoint, that is. It is possible to screw up in terms of things like story and acting. I'm gonna stand by my casting choices, however.


I've sold out. Finally, totally and completely. Sold the hell out. I can subscribe to the punk ethos all I want to, I can listen to the music all I want to, I can pretend that I can pull off all of the punk accoutrements and choose not to adorn myself with them because I know that I'm hardcore on the inside -- I can do all of that, and still, I can't hide the fact that I purchased a pair of Steve Madden shoes. From Von Maur. It doesn't matter that I was wearing a Rollins Band hooded sweatshirt emblazoned with Henry's Sun tattoo on the back, along with the phrase "Search & Destroy". It doesn't matter that I was listening to Transplants prior to the purchase and again after the purchase. Fact is, I purchased Steve Madden shoes. I likes 'em. And I'm gonna keep on posin', listening to my punk, holding tight to anarchy, and having little riots in my mind.


Teresa sent me this the other day. It's a little quiz that tells you which Presidential candidate to vote for based on your political ideals, not your party. First of all, I should vote for someone who doesn't exist. In second place was the Libertarian Party candidate. In third place was The Rev. Al Sharpton. Apparently, I'm a lefty-Libertarian, which I pretty much knew. And, the ideals match somewhat. The Libertarians and the Left both believe in helping out your fellow people, but the LP believes that people should do it because it's the right thing to do, not because the federal government compells you to (I still have no idea how this is reconciled with the philosphy of objectivism put forth by Ayn Rand, whose writings were central to the party's founders. Along with Robert Heinlein.) Plus, the LP wants to give you drugs and hookers. My friend Jarrod, on the other hand, is some sort of bizarre facist-authoritarian-Libertarian, which doesn't make any sense at all.

I don't know if I should be happy or confused that I should vote for Lyndon LaRouche before Bush II.

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