Time is all that keeps up blind, we dance around these sleepy rhymes
There are so many things I never could have imagined I would someday see. (Due credit: Cinematical found this before I did.) (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Time is all that keeps up blind, we dance around these sleepy rhymes
Look out honey, cause I’m using technology
I’m clearly catering to right sort of individuals here at “Drilling Holes in the Wall.” (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Look out honey, cause I’m using technology
Great Moments in Literature
“Sunrise–generally a rural event, in cities a mere abstraction–is still an hour and a half away. The city’s appetite for Saturday work is robust. At six o’clock, the Euston Road is in full throat. Now occasional motorbikes soar above the ensemble, whining like busy wood saws. Also about this time come the first choruses of police sirens, rising and falling in Doppler shifts: it’s no longer too early for bad deeds. Finally she rolls over to face him. This side of the human form exhales a communicative warmth. As they kiss he imagines the green eyes seeking out his own. … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature
Hollywood, you got a lot of pretty things, I saw a lot of movie stars with diamond rings
Divorce American Style (Bud Yorkin, 1967). I had my reasons for watching this, but expectations of quality wasn’t one of them. That’s fortuitous since hints of quality were hard to come by in this comedy steeped in creaky examination of social issues. Four years before he transformed television with All in the Family, Norman Lear copped an Oscar nomination (with Robert Kaufman) for penning this screenplay that centers on one man careening towards divorce from his combative wife. The film’s point of view is scattered and confused, seemingly in an attempt to cover every bit of ground in consideration of … Continue reading Hollywood, you got a lot of pretty things, I saw a lot of movie stars with diamond rings
One for Friday: Voice of the Beehive, “Little Gods”
I keep reaching back to college radio days for these “One for Friday” posts. There are multiple reasons for this. Given my preference to post material that’s entirely out of print, looking to an era fifteen to twenty years past that predates the electronic disbursement of music (which will eventually keep everything in print) is a practical necessity. But that time, that place also feels like it represents the last miked gasp of a certain type of radio. Specifically, it feels like the end of the eighties and the beginning of the nineties represented one of the last times that … Continue reading One for Friday: Voice of the Beehive, “Little Gods”
And if I was on my knees you’d have a pretty good view of my skull
Today was the first time I ever had a dental visit conclude with the doctor recommending that I double check my teeth before going out in public to be sure they weren’t coated with blood. She thought that might not … Continue reading And if I was on my knees you’d have a pretty good view of my skull
I’ve been cheated, been mistreated
I wonder if my teammate who wears number 19 still pokes around here every once in a while. This might tell us. More information on this lovely wonder is available elsewhere. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading I’ve been cheated, been mistreated
Like an old late movie show, you’ve seen it all before
The Other Boleyn Girl (Justin Chadwick, 2008). Chadwick’s feature directorial debut suffers from many of the problems that make costume dramas one of the most dreaded of film sub-genres. It shoves needlessly complicated castle intrigue to the forefront in place of thoughtful plotting and intricate characterization. It is marked by static visuals that accomplish little more than sustained examination of the efforts of the costume designers and art directors. And actors emote wildly, flinging words aimlessly at one another with little apparent interest in finding depth in the language. Simply, it entirely forgoes imagination and probing details in favor of … Continue reading Like an old late movie show, you’ve seen it all before
His whiskey bottle spillin’ in a lake that’s made of salt
“If I have all the tears that are shed on Broadway by guys in love, I will have enough salt water to start an opposition ocean to the Atlantic and Pacific, with enough left over run the Great Salt Lake out of business.” –Damon Runyon, as quoted in a recent New Yorker article. I don’t always have a high opinion of Adam Gopnik as a writer, but I will concede that he’s always a helluva quoter. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading His whiskey bottle spillin’ in a lake that’s made of salt
Feelin’ better than yesterday and worse than tomorrow
Sheboygan Confidential 1998 This has come up before. I had a long-standing tradition with my old college roommate of following the annual announcement of the Academy Award nominations by convening as quickly as possible to engage in what we termed “instant Oscar predictions.” This was fine in college, but became more difficult as pesky adulthood cast us to different corners of our mutual home state. Of course, during many of those years I was always looking for an excuse to take a roadtrip and compile a new mix tape for the occasion. So another part of the tradition for me … Continue reading Feelin’ better than yesterday and worse than tomorrow
