Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Update: The links have been fixed. Murph also writes about the stupidity and the insensitivity of some people at suggesting that New Orleans was asking for it and should not receive the tax dollars it so desperately needs.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
To remove your information e-mail robert at firstname.lastname@example.org or call him (626) 564-2900 EXT. 205.
On a slightly creepy note, i found the address i've been looking for a long time. Internet stalking has gotten a little bit easier. Thank G-d i'm not some whack job...
Monday, August 29, 2005
Old or borrowed books tell all kinds of stories. As much as i love that new book smell and crisp sound of a new page turning, there is something about a pre-read book that is a bit more enchanting. Not only does one discover the story inside but you get to react to the underlined passages, the bent corners, or the little stains on the cover.
J. gave/lent me a book right before he disappeared - a favorite of his, that would later become a favorite of mine. It took me ages to finish the book - not because of the novel itself but because completing it would have meant finalizing the end of my relationship with J. There was a specific passage that i completely adored - a description of light in Grand Central Station. I still don't know if i liked the description because J. underlined it and wrote, "Exactly!" next to it or if i genuinely just loved the passage. My theory is a little bit of both. The underlined section pleased me on two levels - on a purely aesthetic level of a beautiful turn of phrase and on another level of sharing an insight into J. thoughts and being to agree with him. Imagining him enjoying the sentence was almost as nice as reading it for its own pleasure.
I've bought many books over the years (like that Kundera book in the photo). I love thinking of who could have owned them and why did they sell them back. Sometimes the comments you find make you laugh or at least make you wonder if the person actually paid attention to the book they were reading. Most of the time a little line here or there make you smile, a kind of sharing of secrets of sorts.
This photo was taken last weekend. My sister came come for a couple of days and decided to get sick on us. The face she's making totally reminds me of her mischivious litecheko (face) when she was little.
Now, i'm sick (thanks sis) and she's off to burning man. Where i hope she has lots of fun and doesn't do too many drugs (jk).
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
I have to say, like Murph, i like the individual songs more than the whole record. I finally listened to all the songs in a row, without even skipping one, on a long ride from a friend's place. Also, like Murph, i was struck how much i heard the word "baby' on this record. Maybe i was extra sensitive to it since i've been trying to kick the habit of calling people who are dear to me "baby." Most of the time Mann's delivery of baby works, especially if you treat the songs as characters and not Mann singing about her own life. Which is how i usually treat love songs done by musicians. (I don't know if it's only me but i hate it when a female singer sings a song obviously meant for a male singer and vice-versa. I don't know why, it sort of throws me off.)
I loved Mann since i heard her rendition of "Save Me" from the Magnolia album. I listened to it over and over. I was going through a rough patch - my first serious romantic break up (and for a person who tears at the end each school year, endings don't come easily for me) - Mann's voice and poetry sort of dug deep into me. Besides quiet moody music has always appealed to me. On this record, "The King of the Jailhouse," "Video," and "That's How I Knew This Story Would Break My Heart" are my favorites.
Lyrics from "Video"
Tell me why I feel so bad, honey
TV's flat and nothing is funny
I get sad and stuck in a cone of silence
Like a big balloon with nothing for ballast
Labeled like a bottle for Alice
Drink me down or
I'll drown in a sea of giants
Anyone who works Alice in Wonderland reference is my hero. I haven't really taken the time to figure the "narrative" of the record yet. The cover art of the album made think 40's type romance and that was enough for me.
So overall i have to thank Murph (and with who's assessment i whole heartedly agree) for the review and Aimee Mann for providing a lovely soundtrack to my life. Excuse me while i go be moody now.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
An Iranian-backed network of insurgents in Iraq is responsible for a new type of lethal roadside bomb, part of plans by Tehran to influence its neighbor that began even before the U.S. invasion,Time magazine reported on Sunday.
Yup, the American invasion in Iraq is real cause of terrorism. I'll just keep repeating that in hopes of actually believing it.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
via Ace (who notes Walken's stances on various positions. Such as:
On the Highway and Energy Bills. "Can I confess something? I tell you this as an artist, I think you'll understand. Sometimes when I'm driving... on the road at night... I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast. I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly, head-on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion. The sound of shattering glass. The... flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.")
I wish to point out a very special flavor featured at Hayward's Ice Cream, as displayed in picture X. I'd love to know what this tasted like.
Me too, my friend. Me too.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Old Classic: Passover Pickup Lines - Wanna look for my afeikomen?
- from Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
One of my favorite books of all time. Reminds me that i should go dandelion gathering soon. There are almost all gone.
Here in Boston we have Boston Commons (think Central Park only ten times smaller) and we have Swan Boats (even as a child i found this activity extremely disappointing). Basically a boat made to look like a swan goes up and down the little
Turns out the one dubbed Romeo is actually a girl and the one dubbed Juliet is also a girl. It's like in Shakespearre's times where men played women, only in reverse. It's a same-sex female couple. It seems that the lovers finally laid eggs, problem is they never hatched due to the fact they were never fertilized by a male. So here we have a case of two mommies of the swan variety. Guess even the animals want Massachusetts to legalize same sex marriages!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Whatever the version in Britain, it's given with the palm facing inward and the middle and index fingers extended; in Arab lands, the middle finger is bent while the others are kept straightÂthis gesture always has been understood as obscenely phallic. British anthropologist and author Desmond Morris, a bold man unafraid of saying testicle , tells AF, "When you extend that [middle] finger, the thumb and forefinger become one testicle, the third and fourth fingers become the other testicle, and the middle finger becomes the erect penis. The [gesture] you have in America is the Roman one. The only explanation for it being so popular in America is that it came over with Italian immigrants."
In the Russian tradition one gives a "figa" Usually used when when someone asks for something and you want to say "no way buddy" in a stronger sort of way, by putting your thumb between two fingers. I never understood as a child why this was inappropriate. But as i grew up, it sort made more sense why my mother was horrified when she saw me do it. Man, i miss my innocent days.
I like the way Maggie Cheung describes him (i actually seen the actual interview it's taken from, yes i am film geek, i watch the DVD extras):
"Tony's very laid back and quiet, while I'm boom-boom-boom, let's go!" she says. "And he can relax me a little. He's a very sensitive guy, and that's important, especially when you do a lot of improvising. You don't want to have this macho guy who's just there looking great and standing on your foot."
I've said many times before, I am all for the two state solution if only i knew that the Palestinians would keep their end of the deal. Instead teaching hteir kids that Israel is theirs and they will not stop they fight until it is Palestenian control.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
- While watching the first scene of the movie Intimacy i remarked to my friend that this must be set in Britain(we weren't sure what nationality the film was at first), because the white/blue cap milk carton is from TESCO. To which my friend replied that maybe it's the British accents that give the location away. Oops. I guess i know my priorities.
- I recently watched more tv than i have in the last six months combined due to the empty apartment, low self control, and being depressed about my accident. My observations: Jon Stewart has put on a few pounds and MTV shows are still vapid but surprisingly addictive.
- My sister is on her way to Hungry. I miss her and hope this trip will conclude the summer portion of not seeing her ever.
- I dislike my classes very much. The kind of classes i'm taking make banging my head against the wall appealing. My political sci. professor keeps saying his not partisan, except all those times he calls the Republican message "simple" and tries to bash Bush every chance he gets. The classmates aren't better - general blanket statements abound.
- I very sad about my little honda. Many memorable rides were had in that car. It's a little bit like having my left arm caught off (i'm a righty if anyone cares).
- Last night during an innocent ice cream eating outing with a friend, i was confronted with some teenage asshole peeing right next to us in plain sight in the middle of a parking lot. Located in the center of town at 10:30 pm. Not standing near a wall and trying to be discreet, right there in the middle of the freakin parking lot. While his buddies hooted and hollered trying to get our attention, fucking wankers. There goes that perfect suburb image.
- I have not been once to the ocean this summer. A problem i will remedy this weekend.
- I found out someone calls me Fonz as a nickname. No one has the right to do that. Just saying.