Rush Hour 2. Good movie. Go see. Want Mu shu.

Feeling so much better now. I think being subjected to hours of conversation with my grandma is making me more borderline than before. That's my only explaination at the moment.

Still doing research for the AIDS project/show for school this fall. A bit frustrating since the subject of my piece (the effect of AIDS on visual artists) seems to not be important anymore. It seems that the whole AIDS hey-day for the gay community was back in the 80's. Now, having the disease is considered by some to be a sort of statement on one's lifestyle; like having syphillis back in the late 19th century. Or even a joke at times (can we say RENT anyone?).

The lack of steam in that movement was ever made apparent when I came across an article about how artists (including actors, singers, etc.) have stopped feeling the urgency to act out on the matter. Kind of like a dead crusade.

If I really wanted to make a statement, I'd focus on the growing female population with AIDS or the ubiquity of the disease in Africa... but my work has never been about politics or at a grand scale. I'm more comfortable in the (sub)urban settings or the soaring highscapes of surrealism.

At this rate it looks like I'll have to change the subject matter to "living with the disease."

The images should be working now. Yay. Except that I'm putting more of a strain on Seri's server (just a little bit, mind you, but I still feel guilty). Then again, it's nothing like what Andy's doing to his host.