The Sleeping Gypsy // Henri Rousseau // 1897
Archive for August, 2011
I always jokingly say that Speed is one of the best movies ever made. It obviously is not, but there’s something about that film, and the others on this list, that keep me entertained every time I watch them. I’ll preface this list by saying that I do, in fact, have pretty good taste in movies (at least I think I do). But each one of these particular titles tugs on my heartstrings in one way or another—typically, by being a super cheesy chick flick or a ridiculously over-the-top action and/or shark (see Deep Blue Sea) movie. Anyway, peruse this list and tell me which ones I’m forgetting.
- Two Weeks Notice
- Sister Act
- Deep Blue Sea
- The Wedding Planner
- How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
- Save the Last Dance
Last week I started reading Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates by Tom Robbins. It got off to a pretty slow start, and after 75 pages I was starting to lose interest. But, since I’ve read six of his other books and enjoyed all of them (some more than others), I figured I would give it the benefit of the doubt…and at least stay with it through the 100 page mark. Luckily, the story picked up right around that point, and I think it will be smooth sailing from here on out. While it is too difficult to describe the plots of any of his novels, including this one, here are a couple of quotes that have stood out so far and kind of give you an idea of what you get when you’re reading Robbins.
“What is it,” Maestra had asked quite rhetorically, “that separates human beings from the so-called lower animals? Well, as I see it, it’s exactly one half-dozen significant things: Humor, Imagination, Eroticism—as opposed to the mindless, instinctive mating of glow worms or raccoons—Spirituality, Rebelliousness, and Aesthetics, an appreciation for beauty for its own sake.”
With that, Switters turned and strode into the rain forest, vanishing almost immediately in a sea of titanic trees, a jumpy mosaic of light and shadow [. . .] And as if layering on yet another dimension, this whole scene seemed scented by syrupy petal pies and bubbling ponds of decaying plant muck, a nose-puzzling mixture of contradictory aromas (floral to fecal) perfectly befitting an environment where the gorgeous and the marvelous repeatedly alternated with the hideous and the dire, where brimming Life and pertinacious Death held hands at the chlorophyll cinema; where Heaven and Hell intermingled as they did at no other place on earth, except, perhaps, in the daily emotions of poor fools in love.
Dear Window Box Flowers,
It’s not you. It’s me.
I just don’t think that, at this point in my life, I am ready for such a committed relationship. I liked it when I first bought you at Home Depot and we were just having fun. Then it turned into all this watering after work. And I have to be honest with you—I never really got along with your friends, the weeds. Dealing with them on top of the constant watering became too much too fast.
Also, there’s someone else. His name is Dexter, and he is the main character in the Showtime series of the same name. We’ve been spending a lot of nights together recently. Four seasons’ worth, to be exact. He makes me forget about all of the watering and weed-pulling that I have to deal with when I come home to you.
As much as it hurts me to see you in pain, I think that the best thing for us will be a nice, long break. Maybe if we spend some time apart, we’ll be able to make it work next spring. All I want is happiness for you, Petunias and Four Marigolds. As for you, Geraniums and Other Six Marigolds, I’m sorry I killed you.
Hopefully by next year, I will be in a better place and more prepared for the responsibility.
Apparently, the dog days of summer are not conducive to good blogging. Lately, nothing has happened to piss me off, I haven’t seen anything humorous to photograph, and things have been slower in general. I thought it might be a good idea to dig through my archives and find some posts from blogs past. A clip show before fall sweeps, if you will. I have tons of Myspace and Easyjournal (anyone remember that?) blogs printed out (a project I undertook in college, when I could print copious pages for free) – dating all the way back to 2003.
I skimmed through most of them last night and this morning, and I was surprised by how utterly terrible most of those blogs were. They just went on and on about the menutiae of my daily life. Most of them aren’t even funny (except in an ironic, “I was an idiot” kind of way). I thought I would have tons of funny excerpts to post, but in reality I do not. Here are two snippets that I found mildly amusing.
5.12.2003 // smelly
You know you have a very good friend when you have a conversation like this…
EJ: So, do you wanna go in like 20 minutes?
RL: Hhhmmm…I was gonna shower, but I guess I can shower when I get home.
EJ: I was gonna shower too, but I think I’m just gonna wait.
RL: Yeah, ’cause if I shower now I’d wash my hair and then it would take me like an hour to be ready…so I’ll just put it up.
EJ: I didn’t even shower yesterday.
RL: Me neither!
So Emily and I went scrub style to Bagel Stadium. Don’t worry though, I’m really clean now.
10.14.2003 // one month till by birthday!
…My newest obsession is candy that is sold in boxes. I started liking these various candies because of the noise they make when I shake the box. So far, I’ve had Jujyfruits, Junior Mints, and toinght I bought Dots and Mike & Ikes. So tonight I decided to go for a walk, just to do some reflecting. After bio I grabbed my newly-purchased Dots and embarked on a walk around one of the two lakes on campus. I thought that this nice, solitary walk would bring out all of my deepest darkest thoughts, but for the most part I just thought about my Dots and my new AE jacket that I was wearing…
Ugh. Better content forthcoming!