I just bought Magnolia today. I mentioned that I went to a place called the Foxfire on my birthday. That bar was the same bar they filmed in for Magnolia. As a matter of fact most of that movie was shot here in Burbank. One of the the main streets here is called Magnolia...



Things like these are strange and only phase me because I start to realize how close I am to creating things like that movie. There was a diary of the making of the movie in video form on the DVD I bought. Paul Thomas Anderson wrote and directed the movie. He put his entire self into it. You could feel his tension whenever a scene would be shot. It was him... the entire thing. This grand million dollar movie came out of something as intangible as Paul Thomas Andersons brain. Fuck. That's grand. I could feel his tears as he accepted an award for his own movie, that he just watched on a large cinema screen. I mean, how should you feel when you realize that you just told somebody something, you layed out your entire self... and they understood. And it made them feel...



I don't strive for a purpose... but I strive for feeling.