the picture is supposed to be wider. :-( BANNED EMOTICONZ.
Please, please let that be a photo in a mirror.
sorry. but look at it this way, when the dude looks at his throat in the mirror, the bruises will spell unfogged. it's all about the person getting punched in the throat, right?
And then making him reflect on his idiocy? Okayyyyyyy.
why do you sound so skeptical, clew? you think he won't be chastened?
So that's where those bruises came from.
+1. Narnia is a great place for weirdo maker projects, come to think of it - need a giant squid with the face of Cory Doctorow stitching into a kimono? just show up in Chinatown with a wad of money and specific instructions.
That kicks some serious ass. (Or punches some serious face, if you prefer.)
That's great. Are there stones around the edge? My phone isn't big enough to tell.
it doesn't have stones...yet. just cut metal, and higher white gold plating over 10K gold. maybe when I'm feeling really rich sometime I'll get my sister to put a row of pavé diamonds all around.
fuck, no, there are tiny stones! CZ I assume. they can be replaced.
Surely the most awesome piece of bling I've ever seen. Respect.
I mean, because you guys didn't like my tattoo idea.
I hope I haven't offended flippanter's delicate sensibilities.
I am powerful like a gorilla, yet soft and yielding like a Nerf ball.
Somebody go exploit an illegal diamond mine until that whole thing is surrounded in .1 carat stones.
18: like a willow sapling in a victorian etching! I feel very safe in saying that you wouldn't have approved of the tattoo idea either. I should have just done it, everybody was being a bunch of pussies. it's true that not thinking about husband x's feelings on the subject at all indicates self-centeredness. one hopes to have improved in the intervening years. then again I recently mentioned to my sponsor that when I am retired and an old woman I plan to be living in blufft/on s.c. with my brother and sister, rocking on the porch of our house and looking at the may river. "what about husband x?" "oh, he can live there too, of course," I said airily. her suggestion that this might not be his preferred retirement location was met with a blank stare on my part. given that I literally hadn't bothered even to imagine that he might have other opinions. we'll run roughshod over those opinions cross that bridge when we come to it.
I really just came up here to say that lord castock is being both incomprehensible and strangely dickish about the fertile crescent, its accompanying micro-climates, and the extent of the fertile crescent which can be fairly labelled as "mediterranean." my hope is to get people to argue here and not get to 800 comments down there on that inspiring, if ill-formatted, post. not that I wish to deny LB the glory of 1000 comments, it's just that sometimes it seems the server doesn't like it. maybe that's no longer even true here at unfogged 4.0.
incomprehensible and strangely dickish
Hover text, obviously.
21: Don't shut down the other thread! It hasn't turned into a sex thread yet.
I don't know that I can summon that much energy into a discussion of GGS. It reminds me of the Penn State thread in that some people's reactions are so different from mine that I wonder if we're talking about the same thing.
This represents a new, more militant era for Unfogged. First targets: Mike McQueary and John Pike.
BTW, I need some of that bling to punch certain people with prior to booking.
I realized that I need you all last night while going to see the production of War Horse at Lincoln Center, which was the most wretched theatrical experience of my entire life, at least since the time I went to a high-school production of the Marat/Sade. War Horse is so disgustingly terrible, not just sentimental or predictable or something, which would be fine in its own way, but completely drained of any kind of stakes or tension or conflict, and performed by unappealing, charmless idiots who couldn't be bothered to spend an hour in a room with an accent coach. The puppets were OK.
Anyway, I get to come here and tell you about it.
Sample dialogue:
German officer: Damn zis vore!
Other German officer: Damn zis bloddy vore!
Also, after the curtain call, the actors come out and tell you that if you want a piece of the play for your own self, you can buy, in the lobby, a scribbled-on piece of paper used as a prop and signed by the entire cast for $100. They advertise this while bowing.
I'm sure all of that will get fixed in the Spielberg movie.
Other people should do what they want, but as for myself, I try to avoid both tattoos and theatrical productions.
28: I thought the redeeming virtue of War Horse was supposed to be how awesome the horse puppetry was. Not awesome enough?
Don't shut down the other thread! It hasn't turned into a sex thread yet.
Done. No need to thank me.
29: Also, after the curtain call, the actors come out and tell you that if you want a piece of the play for your own self, you can buy, in the lobby, a scribbled-on piece of paper used as a prop and signed by the entire cast for $100.
Wow.
27: my CBT homework has enabled me to discover that anger only hurts me, and that it is better to forgive, than to be forgiven, etc. I have a white-hot molten core of rage. I don't think of myself as an angry person, at all. but you know what? I'm angry as a motherfucker. so, gswift, depending on what you caught them doing, go forth and brass-knuckle some bastard with my blessing. you'll need a larger size, but that's cool. let's fuck some shit up.
The puppets are very nice, but the novelty wears off because they are written to have nothing in common with horses but their shape. Ten minutes into the play, you've seen all a horse puppet is going to do. The horses are mostly there for the purpose of being the auditors of monologues by the humans, whose motivations are things like "But I want to keep owning something I bought" and "All little girls look exactly alike don't they."
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28: I wish I could remember the name of the Eastern European intellectual who wrote a gentle but scarring essay about reviews of memoirs of WWI and WWII by people not personally familiar with war's rich banquet of cliché and coincidence. Also e.g., Bill Mauldin describing a wounded American in France exclaiming "They got me! The dirty rats, they got me!"
I'm actually rather excited about going to see kevin spacey in richard III on thursday.
29: wait, I retract any former accusations: that shit right there is dickish.
38: I think you might be thinking about sgt rock comics.
38: Yes, yes, exactly like that. And the playwright has never actually been around horses. It would seem the playwright learned one fact, that there are different kinds of horses, and some pull things and others are for riding, and repeats this fact 400 times throughout the play, while also depicting the riding horses pulling carts and plows and things with zero difficulty and maybe 30 seconds' reluctance. "Atta boy! Good boy Joey!" makes up all the dialogue that is not "Damn zis bloddy vore!"
Afterward, I told a colleague that the only reason they've been able to make War Horse into a play and movie now is that the last WWI veteran is finally dead and there's no one left to be personally scandalized.
Is War Horse the one where Harry Potter is naked?
Presumably this thing about draft horses and riding horses is in the children's book it's based on. That's another thing; it's very obviously a children's book, dressed up with some swear words in the play. But the British officer says "effing" while the German says "fucking." It's very shocking how those Germans behave. No human death in the play is sad at all. Usually death is depicted by having a bunch of actors walk out on stage in the light and lie down on the ground so a horse can walk around their stupid bodies.
Well, I daresay it's refreshing to encounter a review of War Horse that doesn't consist of sentences like: "I wept silently yet uncontrollably; I am not capable of emotional distance in the face of an animal's pain nor an animal's love. " So I suppose AWB's suffering was not in vain.
depending on what you caught them doing
Been some nasty things lately. This and this were both cases of mine.
Equus is a very good play. I haven't seen Daniel Radcliffe's penis in it, but as a script it's remarkable. And it makes it SO OBVIOUS that in War Horse the horse is the only expression of Albert's strangled little Oedipal libido. (Another fun fact: Albert's mother knows how to read, but Albert does not. It is established throughout the play that whenever Albert finds anything even mildly difficult, his mother happily does it for him, up to and including reading.) The first time Joey the horse takes food from Albert, it is from a bucket that Albert holds behind him with both hands at ass-level with his eyes closed in what can only be erotic anticipation, and he stays in exactly that pose, but with a giant, quivering smile on his face, while the horse apparently eats out his ass.
I hate this fucking play so much.
wikipedia tells me that sgt. rock appeared as a general and a chief of staff for lex luthor's administration. I, uh. wasn't he killed in a manner approaching morrisette-irony by the last bullet fired on the last day of WWII? don't fuck with my sgt rock, people. fucking ratzis. the comic also helps children learn the crucial skill of saying "gott in himmel" followed by a "wheeerrrrrrr...crash" sound when they are playing WWII as a german pilot and get shot down.
44: Ugh, but the horse (SPOILER!!!) doesn't fucking die. It briefly gets a wire wrapped around a leg, but is fine, and goes home with little difficulty, along with the boy, who is also fine. Other horses and characters are brought onto the stage for a few minutes, and might as well have "I am going to die so that you can imagine how terrible it would be if the boy or his horse or anyone you might actually be pretending to care about died, while not actually having to endure the possibility of them receiving more than a scratch or two on their legs. Watch me writhe in pain five seconds after you met me yay!"
45: when I read the first link...this is the part where my vision actually whites out with rage. gswift: I trust you to separate the wheat from the chaff. get in there with a flail and start beating the everloving fuck out of some people. make like they're a japanese nuclear plant experiencing a meltdown and you're president bob mcmanus.
This thread is making me very glad that Al is not a law enforcement officer. I'm hoping for the sake of the local populace that gswift is not unduly influenced.
Equus is a very good play.
I would take issue with this but the only production I've seen is a student one. And, I guess, the brief glimpse of Homer Simpson's Play-Dough production design.
I wish I could remember the name of the Eastern European intellectual who wrote a gentle but scarring essay about reviews of memoirs of WWI and WWII by people not personally familiar with war's rich banquet of cliché and coincidence. Also e.g., Bill Mauldin describing a wounded American in France exclaiming "They got me! The dirty rats, they got me!"
George MacDonald Fraser wrote something similar, noting that one of his fellow soldiers in Burma had actually yelled that on being shot. It's in "Quartered Safe Out Here", which is rather good if somewhat opinionated.
I mean, at least it's about something. War Horse is about how everyone knows you can't actually care about human life, death, feelings, desire, difficulty, war, pain, etc., so we'll just paint all those things in the same shade of gray as the background and trot out a nice-looking mechanical horse that never shits and make it twist its ankle so you sob like babies.
50: christ, obviously I'd be a terrible cop! in addition to which I wouldn't be one because I hate cops (with a few special exceptions like officer gswift over here. also I now realize that, despite hating his job at the time, I liked it better when my mercenary friend actually had a chain of command). I can't imagine gswift-town's finest meting out that many brutal beatings on the say-so of their imaginary internet friends. [confidential to gswift: crack some heads!]
I didn't know there was a Chinatown in Narnia - seems redundant - but they do call it something different in Chinese, apparently.
52: QSOH is a very good book (and I might have transposed the quote from it w/r/t a similar anecdote in Bill Mauldin's Up Front, which I think is one of the best war memoirs ever, not least because it was written and published while the war was still going on and its author was still in theater). The recollections in QSOH are weaker than they could be because recalled by the elder Fraser, complete with '90s-vintage complaints about Tony Blair's Teabagland's lazy chavs and ungrateful, unassimilated immigrants.
The commercials for the Spielberg War Horse make it seem pretty crudely sentimental, but the movie will have the advantage of real horses, which are very photogenic.
I didn't know there was a Chinatown in Narnia....
Raci-- [quickly flips through slipcovered paperback set, shuts up].
56: does seem kind of pointless when the population is like 80% ethnically chinese. but the brits created little zones for their various colonized citizens, and many of the oldest temples in town are there. it's funny how genuinely indignant my older daughter became when she found out britain came back after the occupation and said, well, we'll just go back to running everything, then. "they...what?!@?? that's not fair at all!"
I would take issue with this but the only production I've seen is a student one.
60: A slightly less professional one in the little black box at the A.R.T.
there's one really old beautiful synagogue that used to be used by armenian jews; I don't know if they even have, whatever it's called, a quorum there to do things. perhaps jewish expats go, but all of my jewish expat friends non-religious, so I don't know.
'night all! husband x arrives at 5 am tomorrow and has promised to take the kids to school (because he is a giant sweetie.) I got him--no, this will go wrong; I got myself a super-cute french maid's outfit (from japan, so...) on his behalf, but I figure a man who got stranded in amsterdam for a day and is coming off a 14 hour flight is probably not up for having sex. maybe I'll show him later. though it would be fun to look at in any case? I'll just check the thread in the morning and do whatever apo suggests.
I don't know if they even have, whatever it's called, a quorum there to do things.
It's called a 'minivan.'
38, 52: Version from an old Bill Cosby routine.
Sergeant Rock died in 1945, along with every other member of Easy Company, but Mlle. Marie lived on to father a child with Alfred Pennyworth. Comics, everybody!
56,59: Narnia hasn't always been majority Chinese, of course. Back when it was roughly a third Chinese, Malay and Indian each, having a separate Chinatown made sense.
Mlle. Marie lived on to father a child
Comics, at the forefront of LBGT activism.
66: Are they Earth Kingdom Chinese or the bad Fire Nation kind?
I'll just check the thread in the morning and do whatever apo suggests.
I suggest you email me pictures.
(It's also a bit unfair to describe the Narnian Chinese as "colonised citizens". More like "colonists".)
69: Why would you want pictures of a jet lagged philosopher?
71: The ubiquity of rule 34 is not strained.
Is War Horse the one where Harry Potter is naked?
Hm, I saw one with horses and some kid running around nekkid. What is this Harry Potter you speak of?
Oh, Equus. I used to, um, pause the movie a lot when I was 16 and there was no internet for seeing nekkidity on. Pretty creepy place to get your porn, but such are the consequences of Hollywood's genital bias. I don't think it left me with any icky horse-based paraphilias.
(The idea of a student production is pretty hilair. Youtube has some clips of a student production of Company and, I think, Follies. Some things just should not be done by high school students.)
I don't know if they even have, whatever it's called, a quorum there to do things.
A filet mignon, I think you mean.
Also the existence of the movie makes me think inevitably of the conversations in Six Degrees of Separation about making the movie of Cats. Culminating in "You went to cats. You said it was an all time low in a lifetime of theater-going...You said Aeschylus did not invent theater to have it end up a bunch of chorus kids wondering which of them will go to Kitty Kat Heaven."
The endless WNYC ads for "War Horse" had a line that made it very clear that the puppets were the only point beyond the "moving story about a boy and his horse"--a precis that to me has the appeal of rancid milk.
I like alameida's ring-piece.
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Annals of Linguistic Microphenomena
When you, or people you know, are referring to a previous location of an existing institution (e.g. the old family house, a business that has moved across town, etc.), do you often use just the numerical portion of the street address? E.g. "Oh, that was when we were living back at 3419", with the street name left to be inferred by the listener?
Is this a Midwestern thing? All-US? Pan-Anglospheric?
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74: ([...] Youtube has some clips of a student production of Company [...]. Some things just should not be done by high school students anyone.)
FTFY FTW!
77: Speaking as one who has lived in various locations along the East Coast, I have never encountered this microphenomenon. I typically hear references to previous locations specified in terms of street names (w/o the numeric portion) or neighborhood names.
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I haven't been following threads closely, so apologies if someone already posted about this:
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You have to admire the chutzpah. Now, where are the guillotines?
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I like alameida's ring-piece
You can be thankful that the Brits have apparently gone to bed.
re: 77
I'd never say that. Always street name, area or town. I'd rarely, if ever, even mention the number. That said, I have two friends who refer to a flat they used to share in Glasgow as '156'.
81: we haven't, but, you know, low-hanging fruit.
When you, or people you know, are referring to a previous location of an existing institution (e.g. the old family house, a business that has moved across town, etc.), do you often use just the numerical portion of the street address?
No. Possible exception: former prime ministers ("when I was in Number Ten").
77: No. My father's family (brought up mostly in New England) refers to the house they lived at the longest as "on Main Street" or something.
Consensus with the rest of the disagreement to 77. I've only ever heard such references by street name sans number (made sense, since several such places I lived had no street number), or by some other descriptor (such as the landlord's name) when the street in question had no name itself. "Back when we lived on Route 722" doesn't roll off the tongue the way "the stone house" does.
Is this a Midwestern thing? All-US? Pan-Anglospheric?
Come across it, but very occasionally. The only time I've used it myself is when I moved into a rented house on a street where I'd previously lived at another number. And still knew people at the old address.
Huh. That's interesting. I'm quite sure that everyone in my MPLS family does this, as I remember my father & aunt & grandparents using that phraseology to talk about a previous home when I was a child. And everybody connected with my old job uses it to talk about the space we lost last year. Interesting!
77: I don't think it's a usual thing, but I do know of a few instances where someone refers to a particularly beloved former residence that way. In none of those is it a regular thing for that person; the calling it by the number seems to be for special places.
I'd refer to a previous location by street name only ("Water Street"), stress on first word, or maybe number + street name without suffix ("Ten Water"), stress on the last word.
The side bar list makes it seem like Alameida is aiming her fist of bling at Shearer's guest post.
77: I've never heard of that.
It's unrelated to the West Coast phenomenon of referring to a highway as "The 404" or wahtever.
81: we haven't, but, you know, low-hanging fruit.
Low hanging fruit in the ring-piece? You should get some cream for that.
So, these rings that span several fingers: are they horribly uncomfortable? They look awesome, and I'm willing to suffer for fashion, but that looks like the kind of torture device that would drive me super nuts.
I'm sure you couldn't type wearing one.
It wouldn't affect my handwriting, though.
Sergeant Rock died in 1945, along with every other member of Easy Company, but Mlle. Marie lived on to father [Denny O'Neil was always forward-thinking.--F.] a child with Alfred Pennyworth.
I remember that issue! Batman had to defend Alfred against charges of betrayal in a kangaroo court of former French Resistance fighters who -- I've said too nerdy much.
Thanks to this, I am now seriously considering buying all of the Unkown Soldier comics on ebay, I loved them as a kid. Private torment and a metaphorical disfigurement coupled with in infinite capacity for disguise and false dealing, much better than the action figure pastiche. You people are not a good influence.
99: There must be some inexpensive DC Showcase collections available, at least. Nerd!
101: I'm hoping it will be an Origins/Beginning/First Class type of affair where we meet our protagonists in grade school. Perhaps they'll title it Way Before Sunrise.
"Before sunrise on the following day"? "Before moonrise"? "Before that time in the afternoon when you get really tired and need some coffee"?
This time . . . it's personal.
Before the Day that Comes After The Day That Is Currently The Day It Is Today
80: Is there some way for the government to concede that he is right, undo the bailout of AIG, and stick him with a bankrupt company?
Before Sunset III: The Beforening
Before or Be Fored
The Past and the Spurious
109: The guillotine seems more parsimonious.
We've Seen this Before Sunset Before
Before Sunrises
Before Me and This French Chick Totally Do It, Again
Whatever Happened to Julie Delpy?
I thought they'd always planned to make two sequels to the first film, though the first sequel might have been enough to make them reconsider.
None of you degenerates appreciates the profundity of my adoration of the tender goddess Julie Delpy understands love.
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I can not see the title to this thread without going "Fuck off! To the great white north! Fuck off! It's a beauty way to go!" in my head.
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To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Delpy
Come back to the Donaukanal, Celine, Celine
Sifu is a Neal Pert fan. I KNEW IT!
86: Agreed. My family has always used just a street name ("Have you seen the Stewart Ave house on Google Earth?") or a descriptor such as "The condo".
I suppose it would make sense if different relevant houses were on the same street. Does MPLS have especially long streets?
121 is really very very good.
Does MPLS have especially long streets?
MPLS, especially long where it counts?
125: MPLS has only one street, which twists and intersects with itself across the entire city, hence the need to refer to addresses only by number.
None of you degenerates appreciates the profundity of my adoration of the tender goddess Julie Delpy
Sequels make strange bedfellows, I guess. I do, Flippanter. I understand! I loved Parts I and II and am thrilled at the idea of Part III. I cannot pretend otherwise! And yes, Julie Delpy is my "I would consider switching teams/jumping the fence for X if it turned out X were a bear* chaser" celebrity. Or, you know, some more general version of that.
*well no, I'm not really a bear, but it's a compact expression of several of my self-esteem problems.
[W]ell no, I'm not really a bear, but it's a compact expression of several of my self-esteem problems.
Instantly one imagines a self-conscious, mumblecore take on Beowulf, with Michael Cera or Jason Schwartzmann as the mildly depressed were-bear hero of not-quite-Christianized Scandinavia. With Parker Posey (Greta Gerwig?) as Grendel's mother.
I think there was a time in my life when I would have liked Before Sunrise immensely, but that time had already passed by the time I saw it, and I instead found it profoundly insufferable. Poignant, I know.
For those interested, my colleague is live-blogging the demonstration on the Davis campus.
130. Now THAT is a movie I would love to see.
I see Ryan Reynolds as Grendel, Cartman as the voice of the dragon.
Seriously, Smearcase, this is, if nothing else, a safe space to confess our lapses into the quotidian of low self-esteem. For example, I realized the other day that I want to lose another 5-8 pounds because my lizard brain labors under the delusion that the Ex will return if I get back to the numbers of my circa-26-years-old leanest.
131: I saw Before Sunrise when it came out (at the Dobie theater, RIP.) I was 22. I think I was the same age as the characters. Then I saw Before Sunset when it came out, about ten years later, having just moved to NYC. I just can't seem to be critical about either movie.
118: Whoa, I'd assumed it was just me. Beauty!
I think there was a time in my life when I would have liked Before Sunrise immensely, but that time had already passed by the time I saw it, and I instead found it profoundly insufferable. Poignant, I know.
Do you like the sequel?
My dad has argued, and I agree, that the sequel is, in some ways, a counter-argument to the original film, suggesting that the exaggerated romanticism of the evening was not, as the original might suggest, a treasured memory that both could happily carry with them, even if they never met again. Rather it turns out that both of them are in various ways bitter/nostalgic/troubled by that evening
Didn't see the sequel. Couldn't bring myself to.
Julie Delpy sure seems beautiful.
I haven't seen either movie.
I really liked the first movie. The second was eh, I didn't have strong feelings about. The counter-argument interpretation is accurate enough, but it seems kind of like concern trolling.
Julie Delpy sure seems beautiful.
"Is beautiful," neb. A gentleman doesn't imply that a lady would be ugly if examined closely.
A gentleman doesn't imply that a lady would be ugly if examined closely
Lest the event present itself and he find himself forced to backtrack hastily?
My mom rented Before Sunrise from Netflix a while ago and liked it so much that she insisted I see it. I thought it was okay, but there were enough similarities to Waking Life, which I had seen when it first came out and liked a lot, that I began to wonder if Linklater was basically a one-trick pony. A little while later my mom rented Before Sunset and hated it (as did I) for being so insufferable. So, yeah. Bottom line, Gen-Xers are weird.
143: It wasn't that I thought on closer inspection she might turn out otherwise, but that I was so blinded by her radiance that I wasn't sure what I was beholding—a woman or an angel.
I thought Waking Life, which I saw sometime after Before Sunrise, was one of the most insufferable movies I've ever seen. Against that backdrop, the conversation it contains between the main characters of Before Sunrise didn't really stand out. I saw all of these movies after about 2003/2004, since that was when I signed up for netflix and started watching lots of movies. (Also.)
I really liked Waking Life, but I won't defend that.
The liking. I picture you fuming over the pseudoscience.
Ah, now it all makes sense. When you get angry on the blog, you're really angry at your younger self. I sympathize.
I haven't seen Waking Life, but I'm skeptical that anyone can get away with a rotoscoping gimmick more than once.
I struggle to separate my opinions about Waking Life from my opinions (developed later on) about the person who insisted, "You have just. got. to. watch. this. movie. It's soooo deep."
157: Hey, I'm sure young Tweets wasn't so bad.
"Have you ever looked at a robot? I mean, really looked at one?"
Is this a Midwestern thing?
Data point in favour of this theory: Grant Hart, formerly of Minnesotan stalwarts Hüsker Dü, released 2541 after he went solo.
I've never heard of that street-number-only thing. I've lived in several parts of the US, none of them in the Midwest, and I've never even been to Minnesota.
My dad's first car's vanity license plate was something like "[initials] 2705" with 2705 being his home address, so that's another data point for the Midwest (southside Chicago, early 70s).
A few years ago, Delpy herself made (i.e. wrote, directed and appeared in) Two Days in Paris, which had a similar set-up to the Linklater films (Delpy and an American guy in Europe) but which struck me as rather smarter and more incisive than either of them (modulo the fact that I don't remember them that well).
that's another data point for the Midwest
I say we plot this thing.
86: Artful and I do the opposite - there's a newish restaurant nearby that calls itself "The Local ###", that number being its address, but we can never remember the number, so we just call it "P Street." No one else has any idea where we're talking about.
125: We've referred to the house my brother-in-law lives in by the name of the street for a few years, but we moved into another house on that street. His is still called Xth Street, but we refer to ours after the hill it's on (where Washington drove the Brits out of Boston).
I lived in Iowa for four years, never heard of this phenomena. Then again, it was a small town half full* of non-Midwestern hippies, so that might explain that.
*They said it was 50% Iowa and neighboring states, and Iguess that does mean more than 50% Midwestern.
for a time my grandmother lived at 3316 and we at 3318 reservoir rd in d.c.; we refer to those houses by their numbers. but idiosyncratically, within our family. similarly with our current dwelling (formerly nick-named "big ugly," by my stepdad, but we've improved it so much in the intervening years that it no longer applies.)
I liked Waking Life. It made me feel very strange when I came out of the theater. I think I wrote about it in my dissertation. (Checks.) I did!
Two Days in Paris wasn't great, but I like Julie Delpy so much and the break-up conversation was so good.
I crave the power to reach into the screen and murder Adam Goldberg's whining jackass character in Two Days in Paris.
I don't think Adam Goldberg's character is that different from a lot of similar whiny jackasses in other movies, but Delpy really strips his whining naked, so we see how pathetic it is, rather than a noble expression of irrational feeling, which is I think how it is intended to come off in Ethan Hawke's Before character.
I liked Waking Life. It made me feel very strange when I came out of the theater.
Oh man, I was so bored. I just couldn't hang in there.
I almost exclusively enjoy boring things. It's like having the opposite of ADD. I have too much attention and get overwhelmed if things happen too fast or have too much feeling in them.
I know. When you used to blog, I was fascinated by your description of your absorption into horribly boring stuff. Your account was just the right length for me.
169: Hawke's character in Before Sunrise is an American hero.
166: we at 3320, rather. my grandmother's house was so cute, one of those georgetown row houses; it was only 11 feet wide at the back.
Two Days in Paris wasn't great
It had its flaws, but I liked the jokes. Even when they were lifted entire from the Woody Allen playbook ("Can I just get a bowl of the ground glass?") they usually seemed to work. I also like how the film (a) lets you see from, e.g., the casually-giving-each-other-shit banter between the Delpy and her boyfriend, what they get out of each other (hotness aside), but (b) shows you equally clearly how they're doomed. She quite rightly can't but be herself, and yet the film doesn't lack sympathy for her boyfriend's discomfiture and inability to cope with this either. There was lack of faith in the power of love to overcome obstacles that basically amounted to determinism, and seemed kind of bracing given the overall light tone.
175 before seeing 168, 169:
I didn't see him as that painful. Probably says bad things about me.
There was lack of faith in the power of love
Yes! More like this please!
Delpy is now going to do a biopic of Joe Strummer, apparently. Interesting.
