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Thought maybe I should finally post it here. I do it reluctantly. But here you go!

The weather and temperatures was pretty good today and the theatre was nice to be in. I sat on the edge of the stage and imagined how I could fill it. I looked out at the forty empty seats and wondered what could I create that would be compelling enough to get people to watch and later think about what they had experienced.

I thought about all the people that had performed on that stage for all those many years. I wondered if any of the dead actors ever came back as ghosts to watch, or maybe repeat a performance. Just as I thought that a bulb behind me popped really loud and the light went out.

I have to admit, I almost farted. It truly scared me!

We are repelled by scary things and attracted to them as well. Maybe this was somehow the answer.

I came home still thinking about ghosts knowing that where I am living was once an old hotel back in the 50's. Who knows how many people died here, maybe even in the room I'm living.

Already the neighbors have warned me about the occult activities of the former tenant, so I got to deal with those thoughts.

In the kitchen there is a big white plastic bag that I've been putting trash into and it's strap is hooked up onto the knob of a cabinet door. It's pretty full and is ready to be carried out to the dumpster on my next trip out.

I walked into the room, it was still dark and the florescent light in the kitchen was strobing, trying to come on even after several seconds after the switch was flicked. Suddenly the strap tore free and the bag rolled across the floor. However, in the dim flickering light, it looked like a man crouched down on the floor about to jump me.

I may have even screamed when it moved.

It's funny what the mind comes up with when it first can't explain what is happening.

I took a shower and headed over to see a couple of friends and watch, "3 Extremes" by Miike Takashi and Park Chan-wook doing a Twilight Zone-like mini-feature. We only watched "Dumplings," from Hong Kong's Fruit Chan, directing the smoking hot Bai Ling as she makes dumplings that restore youth to her customers while she also runs an abortion clinic in her apartment.

Tony Leung and everyone looks so cool in Christopher Doyle's photography.

I watched, "Finale in Blood" by Fruit Chan about a year ago because a friend said I should see it. It has a ghost contacting a radio DJ and he tells her story on the air to get the guy that killed her, but the killer hears it as well. It's nowhere as cool as "Dumplings." But I still liked it.

I came back home and popped in the DVD of Craig Baldwin's, "Sonic Outlaws" a grainy look at Oakland's Negativland, who were sued by Island Records for releasing an album titled "U2."

Baldwin explores the whole world of copyright infringement, fair use and sampling and it's history in the Dada and Cubist movements and Andy Warhol, to cellphone scanners and billboard bandits.

Very entertaining and exciting stuff!

One of the members of Negativland talks about the effect of splicing together two different sounds, or images that have nothing to do with one another and how the mind desperately tries to link them together to make some sort of sense.

I believe that's what happens when we see a trash bag falling over in dim light for no reason, we think it must be a robber, a monster, or a ghost. Our minds need a reason to explain the unexplained, like watching a David Lynch film, is he really the great artist for his work, or are we, for imagining what we think it means?