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I've watched quite a few movies that I haven't posted about mostly because they were not very good blockbusters.
I did, however, also watch The Black Swan which, among other things, caused me much confusion about the proprieties of courtship on the Spanish Main and also reminded me a bit of my recent readings on bride kidnapping.
(Maureen O'Hara is hawt, btw.)
I was going to drive down to Boston today to catch a showing of Godard's Le mepris (Youtube says it's "Probably the greatest French movie trailer ever") but unless watching the trailer inspires me further, I think I'll just order it on Netflix.
"But the publication of the Melville family diaries and correspondences, with a connecting narrative, by Melville's oldest grandchild, Eleanor Melville Metcalf, Herman Melville, Cycle and Epicycle (Harvard University Press, 1953), is perhaps the most directly revealing introduction to the author as man."
--Harold Beaver, "Bibliography" in Billy Budd, Sailor and Other Stories by Herman Melville
So I feel like I've been reading almost exclusively fantasy lately. Does anyone have any recommendations for good hard science fiction (preferably recent)?
I think the only good, hard, somewhat recent science fiction I have read is Charles Stross's Accelerando. I liked it.
Finished The Swords of Lankhmar, read some more Sherlock Holmes and replaced my library copy of Melville's short fiction with a copy of Penguin's Billy Budd, Sailor and Other Stories, purchased at Goodwill for 99 cents.
Spent a lot of time earlier this morning, late last night, listening to Brtisihiznoid modsters turned Sufis, psych-out cults, Wagnerian Krautrock and Bolivian heavy metal. Huzzah!
In between, I managed to also listen to:
Future Islands (for the video game players)
Live Husker Du (for the hardcore nostalgists)
and The Locust (for the bugmen)
A whiles back, I discovered that the Boston Public Library had an awesome collection of cds and I began supplementing my record collection by taping a bunch of stuff I'd take out.
Years later, I no longer live in Boston and have a 20-year-old car with a cassette player. I begin taping my records to listen to on the way to work and back. After repeatedly using the same blank cassettes for five years, they start breaking. Blank cassettes aren't as easy to find as they used to be, so I start scavenging from the Boston Public Library tapes.
But now, of course, I have to go buy the albums that I am taping over. So I start looking for a copy of Dwight Yoakam's Dwight Sings Buck (linked over in the Good Covers thread). I go to the "alternative" store in Nashua and don't find it, but the clerk tells me they have a copy in their Manchester store. I do, however, find the 3 cd boxset for Hawkwind's Warriors on the Edge of Time. It's $35 bucks. I've never seen a copy, three-cd box set or otherwise, of this album, so I buy it. Huzzah!
A week later, I stop by the Manchester store, easily find Dwight and am strolling about when I see a used copy of Doremi Faso Latido, which, again, I don't think I've ever seen before. Huzzah!
Doodlebug Anklebiter wrote:
[Rough sketch for a re-write of Little Women.]
I need to return to 'Moby Dick' and 'Heart of Darkness' though, because I'm finding what I read affects how I write. I'm sure Wayfinder doesn't need the story of a poor but virtuous and spirited half-orc girl's adventures with beaux and balls.
I don't recall exactly from Moby-Dick but in "Benito Cereno" you need at least four clauses marked off by commas per sentence.
Just one more post on page 129 and I'm gonna cheat. Instead of listening to it now, I am going to bump it and then skip directly to page 132 after I listen to I'm Gonna Take You Home again.
I watched a bunch of movies over the past five days which were kind of a mini-vacation.
Guardians of the Galaxy, I enjoyed.
Ender's Game, I didn't. In fact, I fell asleep twice and then had to rewatch the last half hour the next day. Made me wanna go back into some of the locked Ender's Game threads and start a fistfight.
I also was subjected to the entirety of The Matrix Trilogy. [Yawns]
I saw it yesterday. I was pretty unfamiliar with the characters, plot, etc., etc., but still thought it was pretty entertaining. Also, is it just me or did Drax look like a bulked-up, blue Sexy Putin?
Went home afterwords and was subjected to the hetero life partner watching all three Matrix films. I much preferred GotG.
I was over a buddy's house. He has twins, I think they were two when this happened.
We were sitting around the living room after work, watching morning cartoons, when the little girl came into the room with her father's bowl, upside and down and backwards, pressed to her lips. In her other hand, she had a lighter.
I was like, "woah, that's f+~~ed up" but he just beamed with pride, laughed, and said "My little burner."
I don't recommend that anyone follow his parenting techniques (he grew up in youth detention centers, btw), but it was pretty funny.
I miss the gladiolas.
Back on page 129, I clicked on the Ya Ho Wa links, read the blurb and thought to myself, "woo boy, maybe tomorrow, I don't think I'm brave enough tonight..."
Lord Snow wrote:
I found the same scientist making the same claim on the NASA website. It doesn't make the claim any more credible, but I don't think it has anything to do with the website.
I was poking around last night, looking for videos of my new favorite crushes, and I found this page:
Instead of going all Red Wedge, I decided there aren't enough Smiths links in this thread.
[Puts on snob hat]
Yes, I think that's safe to say. As I said, I liked the movie because it still had a John Irving feel (he did write the screenplay, I read) but, to be honest, it was pretty much your typical nineties Miramax middlebrow costume drama fare. Charlize Theron's pretty hawt, though.
As for your spoilered question:
I only re-watched the beginning with my mother, so I'm relying on memories a decade old now, but I think Wally comes back, Homer and Candy break up, Homer goes and hangs out with the migrant workers in the cider house, discovers, as Samnell put it, the incest jackpot, performs an abortion on Erykah Badu who kills Delroy Lindo, Michael Caine dies, I start crying again, Homer goes back to St. Cloud's.
At least, that's what I remember.
I've been neglecting my reading, alas, but in my defense, we've recruited two more people to the Commonwealth Party of Galt (M-L) in the past couple of weeks, and are set to recruit two or three more.
Vive le Galt!
But I did get to the death of
Spoiler:and I wept like a baby.
Dr. Wilbur Larch
The differences between the book and the movie continue to blow my mind. Did you know Tobey Maguire and Charlize Theron
Spoiler:Also, I was tickled pink by the way Melony ended up,
have a child? And live with Paul Rudd for the next fifteen years? That wasn't in the movie!
Spoiler:Irving doesn't say, but I like to imagine she ended up a steward in the IBEW.
a butch master electrician in the Bath shipyards.
I'm not quite done, as I said, but: I don't think I've laughed as much as I did reading other Irving novels, marsupial genitalia aside, but I sure have cried a lot. Also, since I've learned that Irving studied under Vonnegut in the seventies, I keep thinking about an essay the latter wrote about a fan letter that observed that none of his novels have ever had a straight-up villain. Irving doesn't go quite that far, I don't think, but even his not-so-nice characters are usually wrapped in layers of compassion and understanding.
Good night you Princes of Maine, you Kings of New England!
[Grabs the ether can and cries some more]
Aaron Bitman wrote:
Since Doodlebug seemed to want to start a discussion about Judy Blume
I don't really have anything to say about her, it was just an article I saw while flipping about the internet. 25ish years later, I still occasionally shout out "Dinky Hocker Shoots Smack!" for no apparent reason.
Lord Snow, I was idly curious, what language(s) is(are) your mother tongue(s)?
Although, I'm pretty sure there are more dead Doors.
Hadn't been on here in a long while; first article is some piece about the eccentric Britishiznoid aristo who funded the Surrealists! Man, I gotta catch up...
Also, I never realized there was a video promo for "Garbage Man", but there is.
also...new hipster retro goodness for WPZO Temples - Shelter Song
Oooh! I quite liked that.
Before I go off on a youtube search for more, I went out and spent some hard-earned summer overtime money (it turns out that union workers often call out when it is very hot or very nice out, funny, huh?) on cds, huzzah!
Nothing terribly exciting, alas, just plugging some holes I noticed in my collection, things that have gone missing over the years:
and then I splurged and bought the newish (I think) Warpaint album. I haven't listened to it yet, but I keep watching the video over and over in a kind of narcotized, eroticized haze.
Which is funny, 'cuz not only do they kinda sound like M.I.A. on this track, they also dance poorly like her, too.
I realized one day, deep in self-analysis, that I am a bibliophile because I received so much praise for reading when I was a child and I spent so many summers with my mother in the school library alphabetizing and shelving books.
I also realized why I like having a [redacted] jammed up my [redacted], but that's probably a story for another time.