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If you can catch it near you, I recommend Northfork. It is truly weird. Not weird-brilliant like Jeunet's The City of Lost Children nor weird-creepy like anything David Lynchian ... but weird-frothy maybe. It's a movie about death and loss but with a light, laugh-y heart. Anyhow, it's worth it just for an exchange between two men looking out over a valley that's soon to be flooded. They're both hoping the new lake will not be stocked with Northern Pike. Muskie, however, passes muster, though one of the men claims no fish from Minnesota should ever exist west of the Missouri River. I was excited that Minnesota was even mentioned -- and in a fishing context! -- but then there were these fab lines of dialogue (not verbatim): Man 1: "Canada should just reclaim that bug pit called Minnesota." Man 2: "We'll throw in Wisconsin for free." Hee. Today's Brilliant Bit of Poetry We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die Soon. -- Gwendolyn Brooks jlb | 14:36 So I saw a British film this weekend called The Heart of Me which I was not wild about except for the presence of one of my dear Hot British Men -- he being Paul Bettany, Hot British Man (Tall, Pale, Aristocratic-Looking). Anyhow, it featured a bit of a William Blake poem, which you can read in its entirety, though I'm just going to feature a few of my favorite bits. 'O'er my sins thou sit and moan: Hast thou no sins of thy own? O'er my sins thou sit and weep, And lull thy own sins fast asleep. 'What transgressions I commit Are for thy transgressions fit. They thy harlots, thou their slave; And my bed becomes their grave.' "They thy harlots, thou their slave" has so many applications, doesn't it? Brilliant! I'm going to try to work that into everyday conversation sometime. ...and later the best bit... 'And throughout all Eternity I forgive you, you forgive me. As our dear Redeemer said: "This the Wine, and this the Bread."' Go poetry! Choose poetry! jlb | 14:23 The work laptop has finally gone all-the-way, serious-this-time toes-up, so I have no means of electronic communication on the weekends. Be you warned. What I really wanted to write about is a commercial I saw last night during an awesomely intense episode of TAR4. It was touting some car company's SUV model that comes complete with a TV/DVD combo. I've never really given that particular motor vehicle feature a lot of thought, but after that commercial I'm just disgusted by it. I mean, here's this commercial with two kids in the backseat, attention glued to Sponge Bob while they stuff their little faces, and smiling parents in the front, undoubtedly happy because the urchins are quiet back there, while the whole family drives through a beautiful desertscape at sunset. Gross, right? Let's take a family holiday of which I was a participant for comparison. South Dakota, the Great Car Trek. It was a lot of driving. We didn't even make it out of Minnesota the first day! Add to that the lack of almost anything interesting to look at once you've reached the lower Dakota and The Fat Guy's infamous lack of willingness to pull over for stuff four children in a van might find remotely entertaining. Mix well and you've got a summer trip where a family of six drives across two states before the whining makes Dad "turn this car around" before the Rockies can be reached (or even seriously considered as an option). Okay, maybe if that 20th century family van came complete with television, we kids would have been doped up enough to reach actual mountains. Maybe The Fat Guy would not have to endure digs about his set-in-stone trip itineraries to this very day. But we would have been watching a Disney video instead of taking in the muddy goodness of the Badlands, the unsettling straight shot down the cliffside mere feet from the edge of the narrow road in the Black Hills, the cadre of stray dogs on a Lakota reservation. We might have missed The Fat Guy's Misadventures with Wild Buffalo. Perhaps we wouldn't have climbed out of the van to try to play with prairie dogs or use the creepy wilderness toilet full of daddy long legs. We wouldn't have Jimmy the Blind Man. What will families with SUV TVs reminisce about? "Wasn't it great when we went to the Grand Canyon? The drive was so long we got to watch a whole season of Friends on the way!" Gross.
jlb | 17:26 Can I just say that Chow Yun-Fat is the coolest thing in the history of forever? Because he totally is. Yeah, I was watching The Killer this afternoon inbetween bouts of cleaning. Now I have to get dressed to see the Music Box midnight movie, Tsui Hark's Vampire Hunters. It's a martial arts movie with vampires. Genius! Oh, ergh! One of my favorite episodes of The X-Files, "Pusher," just came on. The one where Robert Modell, aka Pusher, tries to mind-control Mulder into shooting Scully. Decisions, decisions. Will martial arts and vampires win out over Duchovny and a tweaked-out ronin wannabe with a brain tumor? ... cerulean ... cerulean blue ... cerulean blue is like a gentle breeze ... jlb | 23:09 The Eye. Saw it. Creeped out by it. Seek it out, people. The moan-y "I'm freezing." lady? The majorly pissed "Why are you sitting in my chair?" girl? The elevator scene? [shudder] You'll love it. jlb | 12:07 I finally know where my glutes are. I mean, theoretically, I've always known where they are -- but now I can feel them. All the time. Everywhere. I've been doing this boot camp-style workout and ow. From knees to abs there is only pain. But it only takes thirty minutes. If I stick with it, I should have shoulders like a linebacker in no time -- or at least kickass spy shoulders a la Syd. However, I fear I will always have to do girl push-ups. The push-up and I are not friends. jlb | 11:52 I fell asleep last night while writing. Woke up this morning with all the lights blazing, a full can of LaCroix now useless without bubbles, and paper everywhere. It reminded me of college. After freshman year, I'm not sure I ever actually got ready for bed. I think I just fell asleep while doing something else. While I slept, I dreamt that Scooter came from a line of cats bred by the Beatles. There was a whole documentary running in my head about the Beatles, and when the doc voiceover guy got to talking about the band's merchandising, he explained that the only thing the Beatles ever did wrong was this line of Beatles-branded cats that they sold. Why was this a mistake? The cats just threw up everywhere. That's how I knew Scooter must be descended from the Beatles cats. Because of this bizarre dream, I've been thinking this morning about which Beatle the cats would be. Scooter is obviously Paul because Paul's The Cute One. Larabee's tougher. Is she Lennon because he's The Crazy One? Is she George because he's The Quiet One? I'll bet she thinks she's Ringo because Nobody Loves Ringo. A memory just for The One Who Doesn't Talk: Remember waking up in the hostel in Cairns when someone in the room had unplugged the airconditioner so they could plug in their cell phone overnight? That's exactly what I thought about this morning when I woke up. So humid. I'm just going to start pretending that my apartment is subtropical Australia. Finally, I think the meteorologists misspoke yesterday when they said it would be sunny in the morning before the thunderstorms begin. Maybe by "morning" they meant "yesterday" because it's so dark outside I need lights to navigate to my bathroom. Maybe I'll have to skirt some crocodiles on the beach between here and there. jlb | 08:17 One of my favorite things in the world? Sun showers. One is just petering out right now. Five minutes of refreshment on a ridiculously triple-H day. It seems all rainforest-y. jlb | 16:36 Here's a first: I was bitten on the mouth by a spider today. KQ and I went to this little Mexican restaurant on Taylor Street for lunch. The waitress brought our pre-meal water and, because it's about forty million humid degrees outside, I immediately picked up my glass and went to take a drink. My lips had barely touched the glass when I felt this sharp pain right near the corner of my mouth. I pulled my head away really fast. I thought maybe the glass had a chip in it and I had cut myself. But, no, the lip of the glass was flawless. That's when I saw a little black spider struggling to swim amidst the ice in my water. Little bugger bit me! I'll never be able to pick up a glass at a restaurant again without first checking for spiders. My brother's email with a link to the truly disgusting and fascinating photos of a spider bite gone horribly, horribly wrong (which I can't bring myself to link to -- sorry, Girl-Bart) was extremely ill-timed. Now I won't be able to sleep for at least ten days, waiting for my face to start eating itself from the corner of my mouth outward. Coda: In case anyone was worried about my arachnid attacker, he's fine. I thought he had drowned and just put the glass aside, until halfway through lunch when he magically began to struggle again. Apparently the spider gods were pleased by the violence he had visited upon me. So I scooped him out of his watery almost-grave with a plastic fork and transferred him to a nearby brick wall to dry out. Why would I show such compassion, you ask? I guess I figured I couldn't really blame him for the bite. He probably thought I was trying to eat him. And my lip still hurts two hours later. jlb | 15:00 Picture this: Four women sitting in a darkened theatre trying not to sob out loud as they watch a young girl give a speech about her ancestry that she's dedicated to her grandfather. That was me, Courtney, Heather and a friend of Courtney's last night at Whale Rider. It was crazy. I admit to occasionally crying at movies -- you know, tears and a few sniffles. Last night, though, I was trying so hard not to make a sound that I thought I was going to throw up my Whoppers. The whole movie's really touching, but that speech just killed me. Keisha Castle-Hughes really nailed it. She rocks, eh? jlb | 10:27 |
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