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Wildwood

The Jersey Shore premiere blew my mind. Here's a little fix until the next episode.

From the 1994 doc Wildwood via four four.

New Moon

I saw it. Catherine Hardwicke you are sorely missed.

Born On A Train

1. to ramble without a definite purpose or objective; roam, rove, or stray:
2. to go aimlessly, indirectly, or casually; meander: .
3. to extend in an irregular course or direction:
4. to move, pass, or turn idly, as the hand or the eyes.
5. (of the mind, thoughts, desires, etc.) to take one direction or another without conscious intent or control:
6. to stray from a path, place, companions, etc.:
7. to deviate in conduct, belief, etc.; err; go astray:
8. to think or speak confusedly or incoherently.

v.
To move about without a definite destination or purpose.
To go by an indirect route or at no set pace; amble:
To proceed in an irregular course; meander.
To go astray:
To lose clarity or coherence of thought or expression.

Adorable!

I need that jacket/shirt combo

Precious Gays

"I felt sorry for her. I thought she might really need my ten dollars. After all this was Saturday night, and yet she didn't have any customers. Somehow I equated her fatness, her blackness, her unpopularity with my own outcast status. She'd show me sympathy, which would magically awaken my virility.In her adoring eyes I'd become a slender hipped young prince under a gold crown of hair, skin as smooth as petals under a light green tunic. I'd protect her. I'd earn money and buy her freedom. We'd be outcasts together as a mixed couple, she a Negro whore and I her little protector. But no matter, for if this fantasy kept me a pariah by exchanging homosexuality for miscegenation, it also gave me a sacrifice to make and a companion to cherish. I would educate and protect her. I would nurse her back to decency after her years of debauchery."

- Edmund White excerpt from A Boy's Own Story

History Lesson Of The Day

More Maggie!

Back by no popular demand whatsoever.

The More You Know....

Legend has it that Michael Stipe upon seeing how R.E.M.'s song Radio Free Europe was put to use in the 80's comedy sex romp The Party Animal shouted, "Birthday party cheesecake jelly bean boom!"

Appropriate response, right?

When The Robin Lays His Nest

One of the only operas I've ever seen is Madame Butterfly. It was during my Freshman year of college and it wasn't even live but taped. Pretty much everyone in my Humanities class openly hated it, jeering and laughing the whole way through. They had a point, watching a VHS copy of a staged theatrical event is pretty tedious and hardly a substitute for the real thing. But I remember feeling slightly sad and bitter knowing that all their hearts and minds were closed from the get go*. It was a general elective class meaning everyone had to take it which created a high school like atmosphere. Lots of students who did not want to be there, were. Maybe if they had spoon fed us with Malcom Mclaren's Hip Hopra take things would have worked out better.

Personal highlight: Cho Cho San's modernized lament
"Gotta have something to believe in/ My white honkey, I do miss him"

Wow, and I thought Weezer's Pinkerton album was THE final word on pop culture's reappropriation of Puccini's masterpiece.

* But their hearts and minds were not closed to say Incubus or Dashboard Confessional and often showed up to lecture in pajamas with frappachinos and ringing cellphones in hand. HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Childhood

Plaid Van

There is no shortage of critics who have observed and recorded the dissolution of public discourse in America and its conversion into the arts of show business. But most of them, I believe, have barely begun to tell the story of the origin and meaning of this descent into a vast triviality. Those who have written vigorously on the matter tell us for example, that what is happening is the residue of an exhausted capitalism; or, on the contrary, that it is the tasteless fruit of the maturing capitalism; or that it is the neurotic aftermath of the age of Freud; or the retribution of our allowing God to perish; or that it all comes from old stand bys, greed and ambition.

- excerpt from Amusing Ourselves To Death by Neil Postman WRITTEN IN 1985! If only he knew what a prophet he became.



For the record: I enjoy both these shows immensely.

Maggie's Party!

"Whether it is better, I ask, to be a slave in a fool's paradise at Marseilles. Fevered with delusive bliss one hour, suffocating with the bitterest tears of remorse and shame the next. Or to be a school mistress free and honest in a breezy Mountain nook..."

"But you feel solitude an oppression? The little house there behind you is dark and empty."

Green Gay

Why Does This remind me of amateur gay porn?

All it's missing is a creepy off camera voice coaxing them to take their clothes off and questions about their girlfriends.

The Sad Truth

This looks like someone went over to Andrew Dice Clay's house and said, "Hey, listen Andy, we want you to write a screenplay for us, think Taming of The Shrew meets My Fair lady but set in Sacramento!"

The Essence of Summer

A short scene from Eric Rohmer's latest film, Summer Twilight