Monday, May 26, 2008

Not much of an encomiast, but I try...

I was very happy after reading Adam's blog about gardening, I had to post a little memoriam. Gardening was such a joy when I was younger. My experience with my green fingers was with my grandmother. I suppose that was when I should have realized I'd be single for the rest of my life. Planting Pansies with Mae. I remember she had such a fantastic raspberry bush. We would go out a pick enough to fill a cereal bowl and top it with some condensed milk. Very tasty. She had Peach, Plum, and Cherry trees that made my mouth water! Ever since I have been enamored with plums. She also got me into saltines and milk. If you haven't tried it, shut up and try it! Crumble a handful of saltines in a cereal bowl, pour a little milk over it...voila! Very tasty.

I really miss my grandma and figured today would be appropriate to mourn. All days are appropriate for mourning, but she's been gone for so long, I think still being in that phase might be a tad unhealthy. Although, I was never one with the greatest mental health. Grandma Mae was a wonderful woman. She was a quilter and a gambler. That's what she did. Woke up, drank half a can of Coke and quilted. When the Jazz game was on she'd sit in the dark and listen to Hot Rod Hundley announce the game on the radio. I'm not sure if the games were not televised or if she preferred the serenity of a dark empty room. Maybe she and the "Hot Rod" were once lovers...maybe she's the one who gave him the nickname.
Funny how people grieve. Some cry. Some talk about it. Others make inappropriate comments. I am the latter. Always have been. Mae Strasburg Daly was a wonderful woman. I am glad I was alive to have known her. I am sad that I didn't have a chance to know any of my other grandparents. Her husband, Jack, died in a truck accident while drinking. My mother's parents Dick and Fern were also gone before I had a chance to know them. At least I have my mother and her extended family around though. You can tell that Dick and Fern were amazing people just based on the way people like my mom and her siblings turned out. You can always see when people had a rock in their lives that assist them in being good people. Whether in person or in spirit. So here's a little love for the grandparents I never knew, and the one I did.


24 frames per second of Magic!

As promised, I am submitting some reviews for my most recent DVD Rentals. The three movies are: Michael Clayton, Perfume; The Story of a Murderer, and Greenfingers. Spoilers are below, but that should never keep you from watching them. Let's start with comedy.


This was a great flick starring Clive Owen. I love him more and more with each of his movies I see. I loved Shoot 'Em Up, Derailed, Inside Man...and the list goes on. Gosford Park was strange, but he was great! This movie is about a group of convicts sent to a jail system in the country. This jail doesn't have cells, handcuffs, or rape. The kind of prison I'd like to go to when I become a felon. In there, Colin Briggs (Owen) learns to open up to a delightful cancer-ridden coot named Fergus. This transition is not a quick one, however. Colin wants to be a badass. Fergus offers to get him in with a good job while here. This prison has a work system to prepare them for society. Choosing building maintenance instead of laundry duties, he wallows in a form of self pity. An attitude of, this is how I am and will always be, no use trying to better myself. The story takes us through a transformation and triumph for the inmates and the last line delivered by Owen "Don't forget to curtsy." Great flick that was light and full of British F-Bombs.


I don't really know what to say about this movie. It was a crazy visual spectacle that involved scent and obsession. The MPAA rated it R for aborrent behaviour involving imagery, language, and violence. I hate to admit this, but that was a pretty accurate description. I still hate the MPAA with a passion (for reasons you can watch This Film Is Not Yet Rated), but I couldn't have said it better. It was very detailed and cinematically gorgeous. It had a familiar feeling I couldn't quite place until the very end of the film. It was directed by Tom Tykwer, who also directed Run Lola Run. The one thing that stood out to me is actually a silly point. I was reminded when Dustin Hoffman was asleep in his study, how much hearing him snore makes me tired. Don't believe me? Watch Hook. The scene where Captain Hook is asleep and his mustache is ticking to the rhythm of Jack's watch. That scene puts me to sleep without fail everytime. If his career were to ever start to falter, all he needs to do is make a record of him snoring. Market it to insomniacs or people that just need a really good sleep. It ended in a Matrix Revolutions/Batman Returns way. An orgy and animal like people eating another human. This movie, like a lot of other movies, was based on a book. Stanley Kubrick was approached to Direct it but he said it couldn't be transferred to film. I guess it took German pride to prove him wrong.


Brilliant. This is really all I need to say. I love George Clooney. This movie was so fantastic! The kind of movie that kept me guessing. I love the films that make me wonder up until the very end. Told in a broken type of sequence, this story was riveting and made me wonder of all the household products we buy and trust almost blindly, if this is something that's going on. Very hush-hush testing and settlements to those who the testing went really bad for. I absolutely hated the female lawyer. I was hoping Clayton was going to shoot her or something. I know it's a petty and simple solution to a huge problem. And sure, maybe her spending X to Y years in jail may be punishment enough for some, I felt she deserved worse. THey should have made her a goddamned lab rat. I love the eye for eye philosophy. I can't say much else except for that it was a clean and wonderful pciture. Clean in the sense of visuals. It was a movie full of cursing and murder. The things that make a balanced diet for me.

That's all for today. Thanks as always for reading (this only goes to Adam, as he's the only one that's reading it).
Next, I think I'll compile a list of movies for you to see. That is, if you've finished the first list.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Heartburn and David Lynch

So last night I watched "Lost Highway" written and directed by David Lynch. I haven't seen any of his other films, but was excited with the promise of a score that was brushed over by Trent Reznor. This is certainly not the first film I have watched for that same reason. I also watched Man On Fire because of his hand in the score. Man On Fire was a fantastic movie anyway, but my drive was absolutely Mr. Reznor. I know, I'm easy. Lost Highway was a complete mind-fuck. I read the cover of the Netflix envelope and it goes on about "Bill Pullman as a saxophone player in a jazz band", this alone made me think it would be the most campy film ever. I do realize that David Lynch is associated with his insane directorial style, and I have heard of him before, but nothing prepared me for this.

The whole evening I felt uneasy and honestly felt violated. I got some relief when the gangster "Mr. Eddy" almost kills a guy for tailgating him. I almost did the same thing on my way to work. Overall, it was good. I am glad I watched it. A mystical discomfort of fear, excitement, and acid reflux.

The only thing I was disappointed in was some of the music. I loved Smashing Pumpkins, Trent Reznor, and the cover of "This Magic Moment", I'm just not a fan of Marilyn Manson or Rammstein. But, to be truly honest in this quasi-review, it added to my overall discomfort.

Job well done Mr. Lynch.

I have also recently watched Greenfingers, Michael Clayton, and will be watching Perfume: The Story of Murder this weekend. I shall write a new blog for the remaining three next week.

Thanks all.


Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I Object!

So on this wonderful day, our Hero attended Court in Salt Lake City.
What would our Hero be doing in Court? What could John Q. Law have on this sweetheart of a human being?
Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you, I was charged with a crime most foul. I was traveling within the speed limits and obeying all traffic laws insurance card was expired!
I know what you all must be thinking, and I agree.
I am a detestable human being for this. I am right on the same peg as murderers, rapists, car-jackers, and all other forms of ruffian refuse.
I took the opportunity today to try and clear my name in Court.
It's funny how you think everything is OK and that all has been taken care of. You got insurance, you paid for it, you register your car, you get a drivers license, you pass all necessary exams and pay all regulatory fees to operate this motor vehicle...but if your insurance card does not say the correct dates, it's all for naught.
I enter the building with my head hung low hoping that I wouldn't be noticed. After emptying all of my weapons (i.e. cellular telephone [the guy behind me had an iPhone, I admit, I was jealous], keys, pen, sunglasses, and wallet), I proceed to the lobby to wait my turn. I was pleased to see a pretty barren lobby with employees outnumbering the criminals 5:1. I was also surprised to see the very well dressed and well behaved scum that was there with me. Probably in for the same thing. We should just be locked up! Throw away the key!
So I take my number to wait my turn. Number 57. That's me. I'm thinking of having it tattooed on my neck. So everyone will see the criminal's mark.
Number 56 was currently being served, I was on deck (I love sports metaphors).
Seeing as only one other felon was with an employee, I figured my time would be served quite fast. After ten minutes of the wonderfully skilled and under compensated help (not employees...the help) talking of John Bobbit, I thought it'd be best to take a seat.
In the lobby the couch was wrapped around in sections covering the whole perimeter. I was getting claustrophobic. It felt like everything was closing in! Then I realized that the reason everything felt so small was that the couch was only about a foot off the ground. This couch was obviously ordered for all those menacing toddlers that ride their Big Wheels without helmets, proof of insurance, or proper registration. Goddamn hooligans if you ask me. The wait was interminable.
Finally a nice woman (who I assume just landed in this country just to help me. Can you believe it? They flew in aid from Latin America as to not disturb the WASPs from the intriguing subject of John Bobbit!) asked me if I was waiting for a hearing officer. I replied, "jes". She takes my info and clears the ticket in a matter of 90 seconds! How relieved was I that this whole day would be behind me and I could walk out with my chin up as a newly law abiding free citizen of this fantastic country. She says right before letting me go, "You may receive a letter in the next two days regarding this matter, but you may ignore it."
Great! But just to clarify, I said to her, "Is the letter just letting me know I need to get this insurance?"
She laughs and replies, "No, it's a warrant for your arrest, but you can ignore it."
We shared a quick laugh together and I ride off into the sunset.
What a magical day where I was given the opportunity to participate in the Judicial side of my country.

The End

(Here is where it gets serious)

Now, I certainly understand the importance of current and accurate information. I always have. But this matter was a colossal waste of my, the ticketing officer, and the Court's time! I can not believe how ridiculous the last two weeks was. But I got my Tax Stimulus so I can now buy gas and afford the insurance for at least two months. After that, maybe it'll be a "Lather. Rinse. Repeat." situation. If it is, so be it. I am glad to fight for my right to fight for my right to fight for my right to...fuck it. I'll just go X-Pat.

Thanks for reading my gripe. I am not mad anymore. Just insanely tired. I am glad this issue was resolved and that I didn't have to pay the $400 ticket and that I'm not going to jail. I am happy for all of those things. Just a frustrated day to deal with an already frustrating issue.


Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Blog v1.1

This is a small update. I don't really have much to say, I just want to keep up with this. Work is, well, work. I'm constantly amazed at how much the most frivolous things make people so irate. They put so much of their energy and time into things that really don't matter. Things that they will not take with them wherever they plan on going after this life. I understand materialism and sometimes act that way myself. I'm surprised at me too. I just don't like seeing it day in and day out. I want to make a change. I will...soon.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

It Begins...

This is the genesis of my blogging experience. I live quite ubiquitously through the internet, mostly hidden in that wonderful sea of anonymity (which Les Claypool reminds us is a "virtue in this day and age"). So I am giving up a part of that virtue to exist on another plane. I hope this goes better than any journal I have attempted to start. Usually I go strong for a week and then fall off into claiming I have no time. All I have is time. I am very open right now. I must warn, however, that harsh language may be used here. And if not here, on my other addiction (Twitter) . So follow me if you dare. Or care. I'd love to be a part of your day.

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