you, you, you oughta know (deux)

remember part one, posted back in december?  well, i was able to relive the program again this evening.  angie and i enjoyed flipping back and forth from the top 100 songs of the 90s and ferris bueller’s day off.  this time around, i wrote down some of my favorite moments to share with you, the readership:

- “the greatest phrase the white man will ever ruin – ‘no diggity’.”
- “soundgarden – the led zeppelin of the seattle grunge bands.”
- “‘my heart will go on’ – that song is like a gift from the gods.”
- “you can try to resist the effervescent charm of hanson.  but why?”
- “eloquent, angst-ridden and flannel-clad, pearl jam rocked the 90s.”
- “sinead o’connor – so irish, so bald and so angry.”
- “nsync.  forever.”

and my two favorite quotes from the program …
- “house of pain scored one for the irish, ‘jump around’.  we all know everyone wants to be irish, so the song worked out.”
- “radiohead has OBSESSIVE fans.  i mean, my one buddy drove to ohio for a show.  [commentator leans forward and peers over his glasses with alarmed eyes] … OHIO.”  haha.

UPDATE: upon writing this post, i was not going to admit that my entire body got goose bumps when the “livin la vida loca” video came on, but here i am confessing.  i don’t know what it is.  he bangs.

88 minutes

did pacino’s agent forget to tell him he can’t act?

thanks, sarah

in response to a compliment daniel day-lewis received on his articulation, he said:
i am more greatly moved by people who struggle to express themselves.  maybe it’s a middle-class british hang-up, but i prefer the abstract concept of incoherence in the face of great feeling to beautiful, full sentences that convey little emotion.

daniel, i’m speechless!

god hates cleveland

and so do i.

you know how people go through life - living, loving - and when calamity hits, curse god?  almost as if, they knew all along.  i had a similar experience this morning.  while burying our cars out from two feet of snow, i wondered, why, on god’s (otherwise) green earth did people bring civilization to this land.  had they even visited?  i mean, really?

when i couldn’t take shoveling anymore, i retreated to my bedroom.  where people like me.  and what was waiting for me, but no better movie for a day like today,  fight club.    (this is jack’s sick desire for wanting to destroy something beautiful.)  i watched it with the commentary on – david fincher, ed norton, brad pitt and helena bonham carter narrate.  i enjoy every moment of that film.  the music, the cut-away shots, the characters, the lines, the lighting, the wardrobes, the fight sequences, the idea that one man created an entirely unseen sub-culture with seemingly no similarities between any of its members.  just brilliant!

sadly, there were in fact many similarities among the members:  boredom.  lack of direction.  submission to the corporate world’s mold.  emasculation.  purposelessness.  and in the end, none of them actually achieved passion, direction, uniqueness, masculinity or purpose, despite immense efforts.  that’s because manhood is possessing self-control.  being self-sacrificial.  providing monetarily for his family.  being a spiritual leader.  loving others above self.  fearing god. 

somehow i’m able to support both.  fight club is a brilliant film.  it makes me feel like i’m tyler durden.  but when the film ends, true masculinity is the exact opposite of what that film portrays.  i love the arts.

the blizzard in cleveland this weekend reminds me: fear god.  but it also felt good to see a little tyler today, who reminds me: use soap.   

text from denise

good afternoon, this is philadelphia.  please come back to me.