On the Netflix Frontpage, I’m given recommendations separated into catagories. The catagories are based on rentals I’ve made/tend to make. See if you can find the trend in my movie renting:
Foreign Dramas
Foreign Steamy Romances (my favorite)
Foreign Classic Dramas
Pre-20th Century Period Pieces
Films From France
Started it today because dammit we all need more Fitzgerald in our lives. Here’s a passage I quite love:
Early in his career Adam Patch had married an anaemic lady of thirty, Alicia Withers, who brought him one hundred thousand dollars and an impeccable entré into the banking circles of New York. Immediately and rather spunkily she had borne him a son and, as if completely devitalized by the magnificence of this performance, she had thenceforth effaced herself within the shadowy dimensions of the nursery.
Me: you should see Wall-E
it’s incredibly awesome
Meline: i’m going to
heh
Me: he makes my heart destroyed
Meline: in other words….
Me: in other words he is cuter than two babies blowing a puppy
Meline: ah.
Today I found a website for a group called DAO (Democrats Against Obama). Their tagline is “no obama. ever.” Reading the first line of the latest post, I asked myself if their word choice might be a little dodgy.
The dark forces? Really? They’ve converged.
Also: Clintonistas? Yes.
I’m closing up my second year as a college student, and it’s quite strange to think that I’m halfway done. I’ve never really placed myself in time, as strange and unclear as that sounds, but I’ve never really thought of my self as a certain age or at a certain part of my life. That being said, summer is nigh. This means two things:
I have too many books to possibly read this summer. But, and of course there’s a but, I still want more recommendations. I want to know the book, or two, or huge list, that I should not go this summer without picking up. I plan to read at least a book a week this summer. I want to catch up on the time suck that the last few weeks have been. I’ve been devoting it to papers, class, and friends that I won’t see again for a while.
Recommend away.
Driving on the 215 today, I saw a station wagon with a sticker in the window that read:
In loving memory of
Daddy
1976-2006
I’ve seen these things before, but for some reason, it’s always been a name. The word “daddy,” instead, was an idea. I started tearing up. I didn’t expect it, but I was confronted with a very vivid image of a child losing their father. The almost playful familiarity of the word “daddy” destroyed me. It probably helped too, that I was listening to Ramshackle Day Parade by Joe Strummer.
I wanted to share this lovely, hilarious bit about The Diving Bell and the Butterfly from A.S. Hamrah, published originally as web content for n+1:
When I saw The Diving Bell and the Butterfly at BAM, in Brooklyn, it was easy to see why it resonated with the local crowd. The subject of this movie is: if only I were paralyzed from head to toe and could only move one eye, then finally I’d be able to finish that book I’ve been meaning to write.
No one would be able to complain or interrupt me in my work. They’d have to indulge my every whim. My wife would have to be nice to my mistress. If those two couldn’t get along, beautiful nurses would tell them to cool it. I wouldn’t even have to bathe myself. If I wanted to go to the beach, someone would push me there in a wheelchair. I wouldn’t even have to eat!
Which is not to say that I didn’t like it. I did like it. For those reasons.
Also, I believe the title of this blog was stolen from the New York Times (a piece about how more people are writing and less people are reading). I’m not motivated to check my reference.
The following is a list of people I think don’t deserve the backlash they get. For reasons, some understandable and others not, these people get a whole lotta flak (internet-wise).
1. Jack Black
I love him, I don’t find his “shtick” tired, and I think he seems like a pretty likable guy.
2. Robin Williams
Hilarious, a bit overzealous on talk shows, yes, but great. I think when given the right dramatic work, he breaks your heart. Heart, I guess, is the main focus of my argument.
To be Continued
I would marry Tina Fey, no questions asked.
I really wish I could sail, and had a sailboat. (I’m whiter than I thought)
If a Seminole Indian made an extremely popular and influential performance art piece that involved his own ejaculate, it could be called the Seminal Seminal Seminole work.
