:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 1.25.2004 ::

Gettin' to the meat an' potatahs:

I saw Barry Lyndon. It was long. Not necessarily not entertaining, but I'll never get those three hours of my life back. It reminded me a lot of Voltaire's Candide - only instead of shit just happening to Barry Lyndon, like it did to Candide, Barry Lyndon is pretty much a sneak and fucks things up himself.

I saw Ginger Snaps. It was bloody. Really bloody. Dogs, people, werewolves, vaginas... they were all bleeding throughout the film. It was like Carrie meets Heathers meets American Werewolf in London. I'm sorry life is so hard ladies - I'm sorry that sometimes you have your periods, but this is not my fault and if there is anything I could do about it, I would, but I can't so don't act like all I care about is "laying you" in the back seat of a car.

I finished Uncle Tom's Cabin. Good points about blaming the North for slavery. I agree with the concept of "at least the south had the economic reasons to maintain a system of slavery, the north just turned a deaf ear." I think today that book says a lot more about how we treat other human beings (in general, not just race relations) than specifically about slavery. The last half of the book got a little preachy about the Christianity thing, but it worked. I'm very much a St. Clare.

Started The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. It's looking good. This had better not turn out to be another The Corrections, because that one was just kind of a letdown. But the first fifty pages are good. First point of discussion for the book group: What is the meaning behind Kornblum saying "Don't worry about what you are escaping from - worry what you are escaping to."?

"And you're surrounded by the lives of those who found something to hold, so bringing everybody down is all you know..."

:: Freddy F. at 4:03 PM [+] ::