March 08, 2006
AI Blogging
Everyone sucked last night, except for Melissa. Even Mandisa sucked, which was surprising. But it's real tough to sing Chaka Khan and do it better than Chaka can. And Simon was way off his game. He thought Melissa was awful, when she was the only decent act on the show.
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Wednesday Is Poetry Day
Here's a really wonderful debut work by
Publicola. It's meter is very musical. Guess I'll have to start calling him the "Bard of Ballistics" now. Or maybe Mr. "Terror Dactyl."
The Post
Even through the glove I felt it seeping from the metal till my bones ache
Just slightly
The cold is on the metal; the wood, then on my cheek
The almost perfect roundness close to my eye is lost
The bite of the leather in my flesh disappears
Forgotten
As is the cold on my skin and in my bones
Only a tiny column imposing itself on the object I desire to reach has focus
The cold doesn't matter
The feel of the wood doesn't matter
Metal doesnÂ’t matter
The weight of the lever I'm pushing towards myself means nothing
Only the column
The rectangle I know, the rectangle I need
The pillar that my will rests upon
It alone is my world at the same time it isn't alone
Breathe
Stop
The lever lightens, yet becomes the hardest part of my world
Still I only know the rectangle
Nothing else matters 'cept for seeing that little stanchion where I will it to be seen
I don't even notice the break, like a rod
Not like a glass rod but still a distinct and noticeable breaking happens
Yet I don't notice
I only see the rectangle
I know the wood is pushing me back
I hear the muffled boom through my heart as well as my ears
But I only see the rectangle
Rising slightly, lifting itself momentarily above my desire only to settle back down to it again
The metallic shucking of the mechanism tells me it's ready again; that I'm ready again
But there's only that rectangle standing between me and my desire
Bridging the distance between me and my desire
I know the device; I've cleaned it, repaired it, cared for it
I've broken it so that I could build it again
It will not fail me
I can only fail myself
But that rectangle holds my faith, my confidence, my certainty that I won't
It rises again as the boom rolls over me
The boom that I hear but pay no mind to
My heart races, my breath begs for release
I only know the rectangle
Six more times metal slides across metal
Wood heats; expands
Gasses slave to my design; working for me more than against me
Then I heed something other than the rectangle
A ping
A cold metallic sound to others, to me a thing of beauty and sadness at the same time
Whether to fuel the tool or not? Whether to enable the tool to function again or let it rest?
Those are not the questions I would answer here; they are for another time, another tale
Here I speak of the rectangle
What was beyond it? Paper or flesh? Food or enemy?
It did not matter
What I wished it to guide me to was decided long before I gazed upon its sharp lines and flat top
The rectangle will guide me as it always has
A rectangle on a tool made before I was born
Made the same year my father drew breath, years before my mother cried for the first time
A rectangle viewed through a circle; a post through an aperture
Sitting atop a tool made to control burning gas; expanding gas
To direct metal to repeat the task while the wood cradles it; gives it comfort
With leather to bind it to me
Me to it
To make us one
Odes cannot describe it and I when united
Words fail in their vulgarity and barbarism
A rectangle sitting on top of a cylinder made to spew smaller cylinders to affect my will?
How crass that sounds? How empty?
All my eloquence is inadequate to tell of how my eye links with that rectangle
Of how my heart beats inside the wood
How my breath hardens with the metal
How my mind burns the hole that the tool will make real
It is not a mere rifle of which I speak but a Garand
And not a mere Garand, but Mine
I think the best explanation of this poem was from USCitizen, who said: "The Post captures the focus, the essence, the gestalt of the aimed shot. The mental focus that erases the physical, that casts away all peripheral considerations and concentrates all effort on the only thing that matters: the rectangle through the ghost ring."
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My Ginsburg haiku;
Where are my glasses?
This case is soo damm boring
time to catch some zeeeez
Posted by: Kyle N at March 08, 2006 02:43 PM (TG7zB)
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Terror Dactyl? well I guess thats better than Halle Burton. We have a girl on radio here who gives the traffic report called Elaine Closure. My favorite is the pornstar, Miles Long.
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March 07, 2006
Still More Muslim Outrage
When will it end?
From The Wesleyan Argus:
'Death to the infidels who have committed this blasphemy against Allah!' shouted Lebanese Imam Rahim al-Safaar to a teeming crowd of enraged supporters. 'How dare they challenge the unrivaled supremacy of Jack and Ennis's torturous and passionate love! And that Ryan Phillipe, what a bi-yatch! Maybe you can put Reese's Oscar between your legs and pretend you've got a johnson! Seriously, did you guys see Cruel Intentions? He is so gay! But in that creepy ambiguous manipulative way, not in the repressed-cowboy way. Die, blasphemous scum!'
Then on a more serious note,
there's this.
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They touch the
rat temple and I'll head over and start knocking some heads together!
Posted by: Victor at March 08, 2006 02:21 AM (Hfd2P)
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nice handlebar on that "lady of the rats" sheesh.
Posted by: annika at March 08, 2006 06:31 AM (fxTDF)
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I wish I could quit you.
BTW, the Wesleyan's film commentary genius went to the Hugo & Annika school of film study. Socialist Realism is with us still.
Posted by: Casca at March 08, 2006 06:52 AM (y9m6I)
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You mock the rat temple, annika? Do you *know* what happens to those who dare mock the rat temple?
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Coolest Thing On The Internets Of The Day
A mean old
bull.
Runner up: Shar Jackson covers Brittany's "Toxic." I love the ending; Shar gets the last word.
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I feel so dirty. I've been to myspace. There is no such thing as aging gracefully.
Posted by: Casca at March 08, 2006 06:35 AM (y9m6I)
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I hate my shit-ass work computer. Doesn't play video for shit!
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March 06, 2006
New Salad Dressing Discovery
Safeway Select's Tuscan Style Basil. And it made WebMD's list of
approved "light" dressings. So you can drink it right out of the bottle.
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I'm torn between, "too much to hope for," or, "good for what ails ya!"
Not to mention it will go nicely w/grilled chicken breast, yes?
Posted by: joe at March 06, 2006 03:26 PM (d8eRX)
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Where's the 24 blogging? I only wanted Jack to pistolwhip her. Actually, cutting her ear off may have had the desired effect.
Posted by: Casca at March 06, 2006 08:55 PM (2gORp)
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Ooooooo, I can't wait til Jack whacks Kim's fuck of a boyfriend!
Posted by: Casca at March 06, 2006 09:17 PM (2gORp)
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I never liked that fat fuck Edgar anyway. Could it be too much to hope that Lynn AKA Rudy bit the big one too?
For the record, I'm opposed to hot chicks getting whacked in the basement.
Posted by: Casca at March 06, 2006 09:58 PM (2gORp)
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Casca:
It is enough that Annie has made you her bitch.
You need to get a life.
Posted by: shelly at March 07, 2006 07:48 AM (BJYNn)
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I just consider the source.
I saw that dressing during my foraging at Vons yesterday. Tuscan my ass, it's a funked up vinegar and oil deal! I prefer Ken's Blue Cheese with Gorgonzola when I can find it.
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March 05, 2006
Obligatory Oscar Wrap-Up Post
Crash wins.
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Okay, now that that's over with, on to March Madness. You gotta like Duke again this year. Villanova too. Arizona and Gonzaga will disappoint, as they do every time. And Geo. Washington is overrated. Keep an eye on Alabama. If they make the tourney, they're worth at least one upset.
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What, no predictions on the WCHA Final Five College Hockey tournament to be held March 16-18 in St. Paul, MN?
Posted by: Jake at March 06, 2006 08:05 AM (r/5D/)
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I was pulling for Crash. Matt D. was awesome in his cop role. In fact, the whole cast was excellent. And I was so over the whole gay cowboy/sheepherder thing.
Annie, you're probably right about Gonzaga, but I'm going to pretend to believe until they get bounced in the Sweet 16.
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Annie-
Duke is a 1 1/2 trick pony and we'll see if Reddick can shoot and Williams can keep his head for 6 games. Duke catches a break because they'll be - barring some disaster in the ACC tournament - in Greensboro for the ACC tournament and then the opening rounds of the NCAAs. They'd just better hope UNC doesn't get seeded in the Atlanta as well.
Agree on the assessment of others, although not if Alabama is in the Atlanta bracket. I love the way some of the teams around here (GW, George Mason, Georgetown) have played well, but they'll need favorable seed and bracket to have a run. I'd say Memphis may catch a break from losing, they played an unbelievable non-conference schedule and could do well dropping to a 2 seed in Oakland/Minneapolis.
The West (Oakland) bracket is the place for a mid-seed East/South team (2d tier Big East, ACC, or SEC) to do well.
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Arizona may not even get in. They finished 4th in the Pac-10 and if they don't run strong in the tourney this week, they may be looking at the NIT.
Go Bears.
Posted by: DHammett at March 06, 2006 10:30 AM (J7BEJ)
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Thanks to you, I'm taking on a new appreciation of Goldie's talents. Since she tends to be on the liberal side of political issues, you show your discernment to prevent your political views from interfering with your critical analysis. Good for you!
I believe you would enjoy "The Dish", with a combination of Sam Neill, Patrick Warburton, Roy Billing, and several others. From the directors of "The Castle"...
Posted by: will at March 06, 2006 11:09 AM (GzvlQ)
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Hugely diaappointed with Crash, which presented an LA that most lifelong Angelenos I know couldn't recognize. (And I'm not talking about the extensive use of Sherman Oaks, which I know by heart.)
I really think UCLA could surprise this year. But the real stunner all year long for me has been how well North Carolina has played despite essentially starting over from scratch.
Posted by: Hugo at March 06, 2006 01:12 PM (Yu24L)
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Yes, Hugo. For some reason, LA has the undeserved reputation of being a racist city. Compared to what? Skokie? Even San Francisco, that liberal heaven, has neighborhoods of apartheid where my black friends know they should not go if they don't want to be hassled. There is no such neighborhood in LA. I think that kind of integration is due to the entertainment industry. I wonder where the writers of Crash grew up. If in LA, they should know better. People forget that the Rodney King defendants were tried outside of LA. And prosecuted by perhaps the most inept DA's office in the country.
That said, I did like Crash, and it was the only one of the five nominees I saw, so I was satisfied with the award.
Posted by: annika at March 06, 2006 01:33 PM (fxTDF)
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Thanks Will. That's what Annika's Journal is all about. Changing people's perspectives. Seriously though, I'm glad to find out that at least some folks are not bored silly by my new Goldie Hawn obsession.
Posted by: annika at March 06, 2006 01:35 PM (fxTDF)
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Good call, Hugo, on NC. I tend to just take them for granted. Easy to forget they lost so many pieces.
Posted by: Blu at March 06, 2006 01:37 PM (kf0Xm)
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Where's UConn in you March predictions? I also hope that my other alma mater, Marquette U., gets a spot.
Posted by: Jason at March 06, 2006 01:46 PM (zkOlP)
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WTF are you two talking about? It's not about the racism of LA. It's about the differences and burdens that we all share in life. We all look at each other, and make judgments that are wrong. Fuck, the detective's junkie mother thought that her little banger wannabe son put the groceries in the fridge! It's a movie about truth, and the truth is that we all suffer. It deserves a handful of screenings, and a lot of thought, but easily the best thing out of Hollywood in a decade.
Crash is about LA racism the way
Appocolypse Now is about the Vietnam War.
Posted by: Casca at March 06, 2006 02:36 PM (2gORp)
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Rock on, Casca. Well said.
Posted by: Blu at March 06, 2006 02:58 PM (kf0Xm)
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That reminds me of another thing I didn't get about Crash. This idea that LA is somehow different because people are locked in their cars all day. Hell, people are locked in their cars all day in Honolulu. Pretty much every US city is a car culture, with the exception of places like NY and SF. Those are pedestrian cities because it's too much of a hassle to drive anywhere, so people walk or take public transit.
Posted by: annika at March 06, 2006 04:09 PM (fxTDF)
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Paul Haggis is from Canada; I've had two of his daughters as my students at PCC.
Posted by: Hugo at March 06, 2006 04:24 PM (GFNiH)
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You've got Goldie, I've got Joe Don. At least we wear our obsessions on our sleeves.
Posted by: Victor at March 08, 2006 05:17 AM (L3qPK)
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a shame they never collaborated
Posted by: annika at March 08, 2006 06:27 AM (fxTDF)
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Arizona will disappoint? Well if thats not the nail in the coffin...
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Coolest Thing On The Internets Of The Day
The Robotic Mule.
Wanna bet the second generation will kick back?
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The mule kicks ass.
Kevin
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All I can say was already said by by ROFL: "it looks like a couple of Russians dancing."
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Oscar Preview In A Nutshell
From
The American Princess:
Were it not for Hollywood, these people would be serving your food, cleaning your homes and parking your cars, which is a main reason that we give thanks, every year, that someone has the intestinal fortitude to organize a meeting, serve them free booze and award them prizes for going three full months not wearing makeup, and working opposite Billy Bob Thornton.
EM will be liveblogging the Academy Awards tonight at
Wizbang Pop, so you might want to turn the sound down and read her while you watch.
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I once attended the Sundance Film Festival so I got to rub elbows with rookie producers, directors and writers.
What a bunch of losers. Every kid that has been picked on in high school was there dressed in black from head to toe. The townspeople called them PIBs. (People in black) Their loser status also explains their hatred of America and Americans that show up in their movies so often. They are getting even for not been dealt a full deck.
All had a look of desperation on their faces. They knew if their movie wasn't a hit, they would never gain influence over actresses. Thus they would be condemned to a life of celibacy.
Posted by: Jake at March 05, 2006 11:17 AM (r/5D/)
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Not to worry folks, there has been an economic dislocation, and they are about to collectively go Tango Uniform. I'm watching Robert Mitchum, and Curt Jurgens on AMC in
The Enemy Below. Cheers!
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March 04, 2006
The First Annual AJFF: Goldie Hawn, Part Three
The next two films in our retrospective contain very strong performances by Ms. Studlendgehawn. I hadn't seen either until they came in the mail this week. I love Netflix.
Butterflies Are Free, 1972
In Butterflies, Goldie plays yet another young waif with more modern sexual mores. Like her first two films, this one is also based on a stage play. The screenplay was written by the original playwright, which is probably the reason why it's so chatty and the action takes place almost completely inside an apartment. Writing for the screen and writing for the stage are two different animals, a fact that is often lost on theater people.
Butterflies is about a blind guy who is trying to gain some independence from his overprotective mother and make it on his own. It's the kind of simple PC message movie that Hollywood made a lot more of in those days: "Blind people are people too." Goldie plays the free-spirited next door neighbor who is afraid of commitment. The conflict arises when Goldie meets the mother (played by veteran TV actress Eileen Heckart, who won a Best Supporting Actress Oscar for this role).
Goldie again demonstrates a surprising dramatic ability in addition to her already established comic talent. As usual, she lights up the screen. Blocking was important in this movie because of the limitations of the apartment set. But Goldie seems to glide effortlessly from couch to floor to kitchen to table to bed. She handles the emotional transitions with the same ease. The drama seems to slow down in the middle of the movie, but things pick up at the end with the addition of Paul Michael Glaser (pre-Starsky, of course) in a bit role as a sleazy director of experimental (i.e. nude) plays.
The blind dude is played by Edward Albert, the son of Green Acres' Eddie Albert. He's an interesting guy. Half Colombian, educated at Oxford, he has an IQ of 157 according to IMDb, and he speaks Spanish, French, Portugese and Mandarin. Unfortunately, I found his constant wisecracking throughout Butterflies to be a distraction. He delivers his sarcastic lines with a deadpan affect that is too annoying for my taste. The mom character is just as sarcastic, but much more appealing.
As is my wont, I paid special attention to the costuming. Goldie had three outfits in this film. In the first act, she wore a cute peasant blouse and flirty ankle length skirt, which was her best look. She spends the middle third of the movie in a bra and panties only. I thought Goldie looked a little thick in There's A Girl In My Soup, but I must say, she was in awesome shape for Butterflies. Finally, during the third act she wore a dreary green floral dress, which was nothing to write home about.
As for ratings, I gave Butterflies three stars (liked it). The final act, with it's romantic suspense, saved the movie for me. Yes, I had a few tears. But I cry at the drop of a hat with these kinds of movies. In the end, all three main characters learn something from each other. Personal growth is always a good thing in a romantic comedy, if not in life.
The Sugarland Express, 1974
If Butterflies Are Free sounds like too much of a chick-flick for you, definitely check out The Sugarland Express. Not only was it Goldie Hawn's best role to date, it was Steven Spielberg's debut as a feature film director. And what a debut!
Long time visitors may have guessed that I'm a scholar of the 70's action movie. I mean I'm really a scholar; I wrote a paper on them in undergrad, when I toyed with the idea of being a film studies major. However, I can't claim to have been much of a scholar if I hadn't seen Sugarland Express up 'til now. I was truly missing out.
Sugarland was Universal's attempt to cash in on the anti-hero chase movie craze of the early 70's. Like another favorite of mine, Dirty Mary Crazy Larry, the main character is a skinny blonde who's as dumb as she is cute. But in Sugarland, the anti-heroes are more loveable than usual. You don't have to sympathize with them in spite of their badness, because they aren't really all that bad.
Goldie plays the wife of a small time crook who has just four months left on his sentence for petty crimes. Their kid just got taken away from her and given to a foster home. Goldie breaks her man out of jail and they take off on a comic journey across southeastern Texas to get thier little boy back. Along for the ride is a kidnapped Texas highway patrolman with a slight case of Stockholm syndrome.
The name Sugarland Express is meant to be ironic, because the pursuit is anything but an express. It's more like a 1970s version of OJ's "slow speed chase," complete with cheering throngs of roadside fans. Goldie's character insists on stopping to pee, or to get some fried chicken, or to pick up some trading stamps.
From the first reel on, you can tell that this is not your ordinary Goldie Hawn vehicle. She puts on a pretty convincing Texas drawl (to my Californian ears at least). And her character is grittier than the previous three hippie-chick roles she played. Consequently, It just might be her best performance. She still shows off her comic skills, but thanks to Spielberg's direction and the Barwood/Robbins script (Corvette Summer, Close Encounters) we get to see much more of her considerable dramatic range. With Sugarland, Goldie Hawn gave notice that she was indeed a star.
Goldie's husband is played by William Atherton, better known to me as the slimy reporter from Die Hard, and the meddling EPA dude from Ghostbusters. He does a nice job in Sugarland and it's a shame he became so typecast in his later work.
Although Spielberg had already made Duel as a made-for-TV film in 1971, he really showed the maturity of his talent in Sugarland. It's no wonder that Universal let him do Jaws the very next year. Their faith in the 29 year old director paid off. Say what you want about Munich ― I'm disappointed in that choice too ― but the guy has always known how to put together a great movie. To say that Sugarland Express is underrated is to underrate the word underrated. I gave it five stars (loved it), and I think you'd enjoy it too.
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I also enjoyed Sugarland Express. It's a good popcorn movie. Also, it's a good drive-in movie, as you can spend large parts of the movie kissing your girl, yet still keep up with a fun plot.
As to Butterflies - interesting info re Mr. Albert. Butterflies was filmed right at the moment of great social upheaval, when social mores were being rejected at all levels, and one could not trust "anyone over 30." The under 30's were impossibly pretentious and hubristic. They believed they had invented sex, petulance, and sarcasm, for instance. I was a boy at the time, but even a boy could recognize what assholes the under 30's were. They were the only persons who could not see it. I think Albert's character, as written, is a reflection of the times, and of the jerkiness of that generation of baby boomers. They were oh so much more clever than any generation which had come before, and oh so much too smart to fall for any propaganda such as religion, or classical Western principles and values.
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I've seen Butterflies probably six times since I saw it first on late-night TBS in high school. I'll have to see some of the other movies you've been reviewing, perhaps when I get back to the US and am able to rent stuff that's more than a year old...
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six times? but did you like it?
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March 01, 2006
Idol Blogging
It's the first time I've ever said this about a contestant, but if Chris were to take Randy up on
his offer to make a record right now, I'd probably buy it.
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Gotta admit that this is the first time I've really watched American Idol, and I find that Simon is pretty much right on most of the time.
Posted by: WitNit at March 02, 2006 11:21 AM (m7Be4)
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BRENNA! IS! GONE! Par-tay at my house!
Posted by: Victor at March 02, 2006 05:37 PM (l+W8Z)
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Ah the life of an unsexed troll. What's it like living under the thumb of a double X chromosome? Oh yeah, quiet desperation punctuated by partys when she's outside of the effective casualty radius.
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Wednesday Is Poetry Day
Now that Mardi Gras is over, let's have some New Orleans poetry. Gina Ferrara is a poet who was displaced by hurricane Katrina. She evacuated to Jackson, Mississippi, leaving everything behind, including her computer with all her work. She thought she had taken a CD containing all her poetry, but when she arrived in Jackson she realized that she had grabbed the wrong CD. In the interim, Ferrara had to re-learn an old technology.
I bought a red notebook and some mechanical lead pencils, and I began writing poems by hand. . . . I found that this was a totally different process [from] using the computer. Writing poems by hand is slower, and it seems to be more of a permanent process. The page looks like grafitti, with arrows pointing in up and down directions, scratch outs, and edits done in different colored inks.
After a few anxious weeks, Ferrara returned home to find that although her neighborhood had flooded, her house, and her poetry, had been spared.*
Close to Zenith
Hearts do not bleed,
there, up in the sky
at the other end of twine.
We are flying a kite
admist rubble
from a demolition
we cannot remember,
past birthdays and ruins
higher than the slipping sun
when we run out of twine.
The blurred kite
with hearts ablaze on gauze,
escapes from our fingers
a curious flag of surrender.
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* Poets & Writers Magazine, January/February 2006, p. 59.
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Oh, that is lovely -- thank you, Annie; "past birthdays and ruins" -- a terrific image.
Posted by: Hugo at March 01, 2006 08:36 AM (a64wL)
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So anyway, Annika, I've noticed your new "Glamour banner" and, at the risk of crossing the line of propriety, have this to say:
Some guys are "breast men", some are "ass men" and some are "leg men". Then, of course, there are those that are "face men".
Within the "face men" category are those that are "lip men", "hair men", "cheekbone men" and "eye men". There are prolly even "nose men" around.
Looking at the photo on your faux
Glamour magazine cover (and I presume that that is all you and not just your head PhotoShopped onto someone else's body), I notice that your entire body (however pleasing it may be to others) seems, to me, to dangle like a puppet from your eyes.
For what it's worth, may I tell you that you are an "eye man"'s dream come true. I'm not sure what that means, but I
think it means that there's a very
"you-ness" to you that intends not to be disregarded -- and that that is announced with your eyes. Even though you have a pretty face, your face is too busy doing something else than to bother with just being pretty.
Yes, indeed, you are an "eye man"'s dream. Just thought you'd like to know.
And I shall now return to my drink...
Posted by: Tuning Spork at March 03, 2006 06:30 PM (CscjN)
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Wow, thanks Tuning Spork. You could write hallmark cards.
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