I am too lazy to sort
You can always get what you need from the internet, but is it always the best, most satisfying way. I could've bought the Russian stacking dolls when I was in Russia, but I didn't, and instead, received mine via a Chinese knock-off. When you travel souvenirs or knick-knacks are great to bring back. Pictures are always great, too. The one thing you can't bring back is the food you ate. You ate it there, but you can't get the same experience here. Eating is a wonderful way to experience a foreign country. If we could only bring back the food we ate, it would go with all the knick-knacks and pictures and stories about your trip.Today's link is a NYTimes article detailing the devotion of some people who love to get the food from places they've visited. Obviously, this is from in country trips. I wish that we could get some food from out of country. I'd have jamon iberico to my heart's delight.http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/18/dining/18souvenir.html
Wish the winning ways would’ve continued. At least we have the orange throwback unis!
Sadly, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World came in 5th place in the box office with approximately $10 million. It was Scott Pilgrim versus The Expendables, but turned out to be no contest. Mr. Pilgrm got his but kicked by several old action movie stars. This dismal performance shouldn’t stop you from catching a very, unique movie. If you see it before it leaves your local cinema, you’ll be treated to whimsical tale of love and music and video games.
Ahh, the video game. Scott Pilgrim must fight his way through the seven exes of Romona Flowers before he wins her heart. Just like a video game each is a battle. But these aren’t the video games of today with their super awesome graphics, 64 fps, first person shooter, it’s your Sega Genesis side scroller Double Dragon, Virtua Fighter. Low res man.
But at heart is the love story. It’s sweet and tender, seemingly emo. Plus, Mary Elizabeth Winstead and her big eyes was suitably cast as the girl. Michael Cera wasn’t, IMHO. He’s too whiny for this part. I would’ve loved to have seen someone else play Scott Pilgrim. I keep seeing Futurama’s Phillip J Fry as the guy. Someone who’s slack but burly, a Joseph Gordon-Levitt type. I guess I’m tired of Michael Cera being the go to emo slacker dude.
This movie as I had tweeted will end up being great to watch on DVD just like Speed Racer. Whimsical.
4 of 5 stars.
Let's try out a blog writing exercise! On Mondays, I hope to write a little bit about music. Whether I've been listening to it, humming it, or playing it on my guitar, any and all thoughts had about music I'll try to write up on Monday morning. Why Monday? Because as I drive to work, the only thoughts I have besides trying to avoid thinking about the long day at work is to the music I am listening to on the drive. It only hit me this morning as I trudged off to work.The thought that brought along this blog writing exercise is that The Grateful Dead is the whitest band ever.Currently, in my Jetta, I've got The Dead's Live double album, Dead Set. From the album cover, it looks as if it's from a show in Madison Square Garden, NYC sometime in the 70s. I just wanted to hear some Dead tunes and this is the only CD I've got. As a live set, there is barely any bass to be heard, and there is barely any bass to this band. Not that it's missing low end, but they don't have any funk going on, or at least some of that deep booty bass funk that should rock the body. It's funny too because I think this version of The Dead was rocking the two drummer rhythm section.As evidence to their white, I'll point out that they do a rendition of Willie Dixon's "Little Red Rooster" and while it's performed in a minor blues key, it's barely bluesy. I've heard The Doors cover and also the Stones' cover of the same song and there is some menace to their renditions, some growl. For The Dead, nada. It's pretty white. It's a white guy's cover of a black man's tune.Is The Grateful Dead really the whitest band ever?
“Imagine a film in which all the characters are manifestations of a single consciousness, and the main way they communicate is by telling each other (and the movie audience) the story in which they, as characters, are participating — while they are actively in that story. In other words, what if the driving consciousness of the picture belonged to… Basil Exposition!?!?”
Jim Emerson perfectly capturing the verbosity of the characters during the first hour of Christopher Nolan’s Inception
For those golf crazy fools, today’s link takes you to a discussion of how the game of golf is undergoing its own sabermetric change. It’ll explain to you the value of the shots you’re taking, which stroke is the money stroke, and why you suck as compared to the professionals.
Television needs to bring back the Saturday night creep show. These were usually found on the local, independent, UHF stations. Ours in B’more was called Ghost Host Theatre hosted by the Ghost Host. You stayed up late on the weekends and either watched Saturday Night Live or the Ghost Host. I think I preferred the Ghost Host more with its terrible creepy movies, it’s B level monsters, and its very cheesy effects. I would watch it, but fall asleep an hour into the movie leaving the television on until it turned over with the Star Spangled Banner then the static. I couldn’t stand leaving the television on until the static, it was creepy before Poltergeist and even more so afterwards.
Then when I grew older, my late Saturday night viewings were The Dark Side and Friday the 13th, The series. BTW, Friday the 13th, The Series has been reborn on ScyFy channel as Warehouse 13.
Quote of the Day [9.14.10]
Stick shifts and safety belts
Bucket seats have all got to go
When I’m driving in my car
It makes my baby seem so far
I need you here with me
not way over in a bucket seat
“Stick shifts and Safety Belts,” Cake
