Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Suddenly, Last Summer
Monday, June 23, 2008
Run Lola Run

Another movie that I highly recommend, Run Lola Run. Lola (Franka Potente, Bourne Ultimatum), a young German woman receives a call from her distraught boyfriend, Manni, informing her that he has 20 minutes to get 100,000 eurow...or he will die. As Lola runs to get the money, her actions ultimately change the course of other people's lives.
The movie then questions all the "what ifs" of the world.
I won't write anymore, it'll ruin it.
Avant Garde?

–noun
1. the advance group in any field, esp. in the visual, literary, or musical arts, whose works are characterized chiefly by unorthodox and experimental methods.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Cinema Paradiso

I watched the director's cut of this movie last night...it was long- but totally worth it. Of all the movies I've seen, I'd say this is the most uplifting and beautiful. Nothing can compare to the bittersweet story of Salvatore and Alfredo, and the magic of the cinema!
I highly recommend the director's cut over the 1988 version, the newer one offers more closure.
Oh, and I should mention it's in Italian!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Let's celebrate the years of youth
In the words of Dave Barry, "You can only be young once. But you can always be immature."
My advice to everyone:
Don't grow up too fast, cherish the moments you are young. As you grow older, find moments in the day where you can act like a child. Don't let time catch up with you. Reminisce. Go to an old swing set, (even if your too big), just swing. It's invigorating, trust me.
Lately, teenagers feel the need to act years beyond their age. Many strive to fit in and sacrifice their innocence to do so. I say this from experience, avoid it at all costs. Celebrate the years of youth. Enjoy the simple pleasures of life!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
San Franciscan Nights- Eric Burdon
I like this song but it totally doesn't remind me of San Francisco. What do you think?
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old child , young child
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angel, young angel
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco
Cops face is filled with hate
Heavens above
He's on a street called "Love"
When will they ever learn?
Old cop, young cop
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
The children are cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes Indians too
Strobe light beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds do tooOn a warm San Franciscan night
Old child , young child
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too
On a warm San Franciscan night
Old angel, young angel
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
I wasn't born there
Perhaps I'll die there
There's no place left to go
San Francisco
Cops face is filled with hate
Heavens above
He's on a street called "Love"
When will they ever learn?
Old cop, young cop
Feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night
The children are cool
They don't raise fools
It's an American dream
Includes Indians too
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
California/places to see
If you like thrifty clothing, hippieness, and delicious crepes...then I suggest going to Haight Ashbury (commonly called "The Haight"). To make it brief, it is a street located at the intersection of the Haight and Ashbury streets in San Francisco. Back in the 60's it was a place of insane psychedelia, and Vietnam protestors. Since then its gone through some pretty sick cultural changes. For examples, during the mid 70s it was involved in the punk/rock craze, followed by 80s hair metal, and the 90s grunge period. Now it's home to basically every cultural influence/movement there is. It may seem like a tourist attraction, but don't be fooled; this street is home to more craziness than many "touristas" can handle. It's unique, funky, and totally kickass. If you like things like that, then I suggest saving up your money and blowing it all in the fabulous thrift stores!
Monday, June 9, 2008
Do you ever get those moments?....
You hear a song, if sounds familiar. You think, "Where have I heard that?" or "That was in a movie." I have that moment every day. So, to those few of you who take the time to read my blog please tell me, what movie is "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger in?
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Oscar Wilde
One of my favorite Wilde quotes, "The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history."
Here's a preview of one short story:
It was the birthday of the Infanta. She was just twelve years of age, and the sun was shining brightly in the gardens of the palace.
Although she was a real Princess and the Infanta of Spain, she had only one birthday every year, just like the children of quite poor people, so it was naturally a matter of great importance to the whole country that she should have a really fine day for the occasion. And a really fine day it certainly was. The tall striped tulips stood straight up upon their stalks, like long rows of soldiers, and looked defiantly across the grass at the roses, and said: 'We are quite as splendid as you are now.' The purple butterflies fluttered about with gold dust on their wings, visiting each flower in turn; the little lizards crept out of the crevices of the wall, and lay basking in the white glare; and the pomegranates split and cracked with the heat, and showed their bleeding red hearts. Even the pale yellow lemons, that hung in such profusion from the mouldering trellis and along the dim arcades, seemed to have caught a richer colour from the wonderful sunlight, and the magnolia trees opened their great globe-like blossoms of folded ivory, and filled the air with a sweet heavy perfume.
http://fiction.eserver.org/short/birthday_of_the_infanta.html
Here's a preview of one short story:
It was the birthday of the Infanta. She was just twelve years of age, and the sun was shining brightly in the gardens of the palace.
Although she was a real Princess and the Infanta of Spain, she had only one birthday every year, just like the children of quite poor people, so it was naturally a matter of great importance to the whole country that she should have a really fine day for the occasion. And a really fine day it certainly was. The tall striped tulips stood straight up upon their stalks, like long rows of soldiers, and looked defiantly across the grass at the roses, and said: 'We are quite as splendid as you are now.' The purple butterflies fluttered about with gold dust on their wings, visiting each flower in turn; the little lizards crept out of the crevices of the wall, and lay basking in the white glare; and the pomegranates split and cracked with the heat, and showed their bleeding red hearts. Even the pale yellow lemons, that hung in such profusion from the mouldering trellis and along the dim arcades, seemed to have caught a richer colour from the wonderful sunlight, and the magnolia trees opened their great globe-like blossoms of folded ivory, and filled the air with a sweet heavy perfume.
http://fiction.eserver.org/short/birthday_of_the_infanta.html
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Trashy television

It's unhealthy.
I can't stop watching Gossip Girl. The writing/acting/characters are allll shit, but it's still horribly addictive. In the last 2 days I have watched about 10 episodes, each of which created this heightened reality of NYC. How spoiled can these character's be before their head's explode with arrogance? The elite NYC teens get away with under age drinking, (not once are they carded.) Purses that these girls carry are the equivalent to a boarding school tuition, and [not to mention,] the kids living in expansive Brooklyn lofts are the "poor ones."
I must admit, it's entertaining to gawk at such lives.
Monday, June 2, 2008
I have a question

Why do people insist on setting their alarms to times like, 6:40, 6:35...why not 6:33 or 6:32? Is there some unwritten law that wake up times must be easily divisable?
Why not change your daily routine? People get angry with their monotonous jobs in the office, so why don't they mix it up a bit?
Maybe boredom won't dictate their lives.
Also, whenever you're having a REALLY bad day in the office, think about Milton (from office space) and the volume of his radio.
Pumpernickel
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