Ever since I found out David Fincher, director of such films as Fight Club and Panic Room, worked on Return of the Jedi, that fact has left me inexplicably freaked out. But I think I've figured out why. Fincher is a cutting edge (just like me!) director. (Even though I personally have only thought one of his films was particularly cutting edge, namely Fight Club.) Star Wars, on the other hand, is old fashioned in almost every sense. Lucas may be pursuing the latest and greatest in filmmaking technologies, but they are put into use telling stories in the most threadbare ways.

I had more, but it didn't come out right. So, to sum up: It is offputting when cool and uncool things show up in the same context.

I bought a new hard drive yesterday. It's larger than every hard drive I've ever owned previously combined. So I guess I'm cutting edge now.

Why socialism must take to the stars! I think. Linked here for use in my Contemporary Apocalypticism paper, via Ken MacLeod's weblog whose URL I don't remember.

This post used to contain a Java program, as a way for me to get it from the computer on which I wrote it to the computer I needed to save it on. But now it doesn't.

Nearly extinct secret language for Chinese women.

I had one odd dream this morning, a sort of alternate ending for The Matrix + The Prisoner expressed in explicitly Biblical terms. (There were murderous bubble things floating around.) Keanu Reeves and his wife went down to the seashore, the sea rolled back, the earth cracked open, the sky peeled away, and it was generally bizzare.

"I understand. I know why we have to die and go into the ground. It's because our fantasies are so uninspiring." (Or possibly 'unfulfilling;' the details are fading fast.)

And then there was a new earth, and Keanu picked up a rock on the beach and underneath it was a knife, and he said "On this rock I will build my church."

My goals for today, put here so that I can feel bad later about not accomplishing them, are: 1.) Finish a Java program. 2.) Do some research for my Comparative Apocalypticism paper. 3.) Write in my philosophy journal.

A neat song to listen to: "It's Actually Going To Happen" by The Russian Futurists. Though I downloaded the MP3 (legitimately!) somewhere, and can now only find an inferior RealMedia version available here. You can check out the band website, though, if you like: www.geocities.com/russianfuturists