I was sharing a bus seat with a homeless-looking dude one time, and he started talking to me about "The 4 Types of Love" (or something) according to C.S. Lewis.
I swear, Boston has the most literate homeless people.
Madeleine L'Engle is one I didn't do as a child, read the first one as an adult, decided I didn't need to read anymore.
Doodlebug Anklebiter wrote:
Now the thought of someone watching this on my recommendation thinking it's a comedy makes me feel guilty. It's not. It's one of the least funny films I've ever seen.
The cricket discussion reminded me of one of the few Bollywood musicals I've ever watched in its entirety:
It was pretty fun, especially the way they used every sports movie cliche I've ever seen, but made them fascinating since instead of, say, bringing together a bunch of losers and ne'er-do-wells and forging them into a functioning team, they brought together Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, dalits, etc., etc.
(Well, I'm not sure if a Columbia Tri-Star pic counts as Bollywood, but whatevs.)
Mine, of course, is Bande a Part.
My old ex who introduced me to Nouvelle Vague, and who, incidentally KJ, was also descended from Danes, but mixed with Italian, hence her being short and brunette, was Claire's Knee, although I guess that wasn't really one of the original ones.
Not as funny as Cries and Whispers though.
Doodlebug Anklebiter wrote:
Well, there hasn't been much opportunity to shirk my duties is what I'm getting at.
Which, I agree, is f&%+ing bullshiznit.
In fact, I complained about this to a supervisor this morning. He was working in the truck next to me (contractual violation) and I was like, "You know, Dan, this is f~~+ing bullshiznit." And he was like, "What's bullshiznit, Doodlebug?" And I was, like, "I should be on day shift already. I only volunteered to stay on this shift for peak so that I could read books on the clock!" And he was, like, "Yeah, that's bullshiznit, you should file a grievance." And I was, like, "F$$!in' a right I should file a grievance..."
And to get back to Tinseltown for a second, Coppola's The Conversation sometimes strikes me as a less sexy, American cover of Blow-Up but still damn well worth watching.
Fun fact (or at least I think so): John Cazale (Fredo from The Godfather) was only ever in five movies, and each one of them won an Oscar--The GF, The GF II, The Conversation, Dog Day Afternoon and The Deer Hunter.
If this isn't true, don't tell me.
Well, there hasn't been much opportunity to shirk my duties is what I'm getting at. But there's only one more story in the Tolstoy and it's wicked short; after that I need to finish off I, Robot and then I was going to read Delany so I could be like, "Hey, Dicey, I finally read some Delany..." but I like being bad so now I think I'll move on to The Drowned World.
Literary re-post from the Gender Politics Thread: Doris Lessing: R.I.P.
Now, I've never read anything by Lessing, but I am a bit distraught that it took a week to learn about her death while it took all of 15 minutes to find out about Paul Walker's.
Sugar Candy Mountain has been a big disappointment thus far. Don't get me wrong, it's been tons of fun, not being supervised, smoking cigarettes and dancing, but not much reading has been going on, I'm afraid. I did get to read a whole commie newspaper, though, and finally finished off "The Death of Ivan Ilych" which made me very sad. And then I realized that there are only three weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas this year, and, thus, even less time to read at Sugar Candy Mountain and I got even sadder.
Fabius Maximus wrote:
Red Cliff, directed by John Woo.
I saw the Chinese release of this. I loooooved the first half, didn't quite love the second half as much, don't know why. Maybe I had less weed.
Anyway, I've played Dynasty Warriors 4 something like a million times since I've seen the movie and have conquered China in every permutation.
I also am still intrigued by The Romance of the Three Kingdoms although I have never seen a copy of it nor met anyone who has ever read it.
Today's Fun-Time at Work with Music Moment:
WARNING!! DONOVAN LINK!!
A young Haitain kid bellowing along with Mellow Yellow in a thick Creole accent.
He also got a huge kick out of Sly and the Family Stone making use of the "Frere Jacques" melody in "Underdog."
And classic rock question for the thread: who does that "Can't you see, can't you see, what that wo-man's been doing to me?" song? Skynyrd?
In other news, I was amused this morning at work to watch one of my co-workers (middle-aged, Puerto Rican, female) try to dance a jig to The Fairport Convention.
"It's Irish music, right?"
Eh, close enough.
Writers with baggage:
Louis-Ferdinand Celine. In 1950 the French government declared him a national disgrace. Which is pretty cool, but unfortunately, it was for being a Nazi.
Nevertheless, Journey to the End of the Night is pretty much the best book I've ever read.
One of my ex-roommates, a rather sketchy dude to begin with who then inheirited a couple hundred thousand dollars and decided to become a junkie, tried to get me to read Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole.
It wasn't bad, and, actually, now that I think about it, I wonder how it turned out, but back then, I really f~#~ing hated that roommate and that hatred spilled over into reading the book and I didn't get very far in it.
In other news, I saw the trailer for that Seventh Son flick and I was all like, "I don't know, I might have to break the boycott for this one..."
Yeah, it's alright
That one was a big hit at the hipster dance club I used to frequent back when I was hip and had better things to do with my time than hang out on Paizo.com all day.
Oh man, I had to sit through the movie about Francis of Assisi that he wrote songs for years ago. It was all about how Frank the pusher jammed a dozen tabs of LSD up your ass and then sung you off to his harem in the hills to do fabulously decadent things. You can't convince me otherwise.
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