月曜日, 8月 29, 2005

yeah!

The poems Complaint by James Wright and Early Evening Quarrel by Langston Hughes both deal with the theme of male/female relationships.  Reread each poem several times, paying attention to the rhythm, tone and imagery, and think about the relationships depicted.  Then, in a 1and 1/2 to 2 page essay, explain how the relationships are different, referring to poems' properties -- the word choice, meter, format and even their titles -- to help support your discussion.  What does each poem say about male/female relationships?


Complaint by James Wright
  
  She's gone. She was my love, my moon or more.
  She chased the chickens out and swept the floor,
  Emptied the bones and nut-shells after feasts,
  And smacked the kids for leaping up like beasts.
  Now morbid boys have grown past awkwardness;
  The girls let stitches out, dress after dress,
  To free some swinging body's riding space
  And form the new child's unimagined face.
  Yet, while vague nephews, spitting on their curls,
  Amble to pester winds and blowsy girls,
  What arm will sweep the room, what hand will hold
  New snow against the milk to keep it cold?
  And who will dump the garbage, feed the hogs,
  And pitch the chickens' heads to hungry dogs?
  Not my lost hag who dumbly bore such pain:
  Childbirth and midnight sassafras and rain.
  New snow against her face and hands she bore,
  And now lies down, who was my moon or more.


Early Evening Quarrel

            Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

Where is that sugar, Hammond,
I sent you this morning to buy?
I say, where is that sugar
I sent you this morning to buy?
Coffee without sugar                                                                           5
Makes a good woman cry.

            I ain't got no sugar, Hattie,
            I gambled your dime away.
            Ain't got no sugar, I
            Done gambled that dime away.                                              10
            If you's a wise woman, Hattie,
            You ain't gonna have nothing to say.

I ain't no wise woman, Hammond.
I am evil and mad.
Ain't no sense in a good woman                                                          15
Bein' treated so bad.

            I don't treat you bad, Hattie,
            Neither does I treat you good.
            But I reckon I could treat you
            Worser if I would.                                                                   20

Lawd, these things we women
Have to stand!
I wonder is there nowhere a
Do-right man?


1.         Comment upon the effect of dialect and dialogue.
2.         Who is the "speaker"? Is one of the characters the poet's mouthpiece?
3.         To whom are the last four lines of this poem addressed?  To Hammond?  To herself?  To
            the world in general?
4.         What is the tone of the poem?  (the poet's attitude toward the subject?)

火曜日, 8月 23, 2005

Sometimes I wish I was a member of the Directors Guild of America.

It was quite interesting opening up my netflix envalope, finding Full Tilt Boogie, playing it and discovering the problems the production of From Dusk Till Dawn. It wasn't all problems, but that's all I'm going to talk about today.

You see, this was a film shot non-union in hollywood. It had a director that was also serving as a camera operator, editor and I'm sure he also did more than that. Unions don't like films to be made non-union. In the old days, unions were needed to make sure the studios didn't take all the credit and so everyone got the health care and pay they deserved. These days, while some of that is still nessesary, mostly they appear to just be bullying independant films who usually can't afford to pay a unionized crew. They also like to prevent unionized writers/directors from having creative freedom with their movies. A classic example of this is George Lucas being fined by the Directors Guild of America for refusing to have a standard title sequence in his Star Wars films, the reason why he then quit the guild. Recently, Robert Rodríguez resigned from the guild before starting work on Sin City. Rodríguez insisted that Sin City's author, Frank Miller, receive a "co-director" credit with him because he considered the visual style of Miller's comic art to be just as important as his own in the film. However, the Directors' Guild of America would not allow it, citing that only "legitimate teams" could share the director's credit (i.e. the Wachowski Brothers). So in other words, the unions require a bit of strictness and a bit of money. This makes it easy to be anti-union, at least when it comes to film-making.

For the past several weeks I have been making a video for the Eden Computer Clubhouse. None of you will ever see this video. Not because I don't want you to, but because of a privacy issue with Intel and the fact that there are children at this place. And I can understand that, it's probably not a good idea for minor's faces put up all over the internet without their knowing...unless of course Intel decides to do it but anyway. I don't get to keep my work, my peice of art. Its for a legal reason and I can respect that.

However, not only am I not allowed to keep my work, but I can't even put my name on it. Now, I should be able to do that, right? If Intel wanted to pay some artist to paint a painting for the main lobby of their main campus that artist would put his signiture on it, right? So, sometimes I wish I were a member of the Directors Guild of America so they could use their union might to force the boss to put my name on the movie where it belongs.

Maybe I should just get to know Harvey and Bob Weinstein.




There's Robert with the Weinsteins. I was listening to his commentary on Desperado, and even though I don't plan on ever making movies like him...I still think that I will be making movies in his style. In other words, I would want to hold the camera, I would want to edit. I just hope that I could do better than Spy Kids. But I got the distict feeling from the commentary like he wanted as many people as possible to get into the buisness. He said, "I hope to meet you someday." And, I hope to meet you too Robert.

Anyway...Summer is officially over. School's back up which means two things. Even though I slacked off towards the end...towards the begining even...I no longer have to write a whole review for each movie I see. But I will add the little mini reviews. We'll get to those in a minute. The other thing is, I have an english class. This means essays. Tons and tons of essays. And this blog will be the peer review epicenter. So get ready for that. Now on with the (mini)Reviews!

Saw Broken Flowers. Was cool.
And Elevator to the Gallows. Was cool.
Also saw The Aristocrats. Was cool.

Wow, 3 was cools. Go see them if you can. Also, I saw all 3 of those at landmark theaters. Landmark is getting pretty cheap now, they don't even give you tickets. They just print out shit on recipt paper. That's not cool! Anyway, I think I've written enough here. If this post doesn't make sense, it's cause it was written over a span of a week or two. No more than 3 words at a time, really...anyway talk to ya later.

木曜日, 8月 11, 2005

I'm the cutting edge! whoopty doo.

the Cutting Edge
(57% dark, 53% spontaneous, 36% vulgar)
your humor style:
CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | DARK


Your humor's mostly innocent and off-the-cuff, but somehow there's
something slightly menacing about you. Part of your humor is making
people a little uncomfortable, even if the things you say aren't
themselves confrontational. You probably have a very dry delivery, or
are seriously over-the-top.

Your type is the most likely to appreciate a good insult and/or broken bone and/or very very fat person dancing.


PEOPLE LIKE YOU: David Letterman - John Belushi



My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 67% on dark
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 77% on spontaneous
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 66% on vulgar
Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid

日曜日, 8月 07, 2005

Highway to the DANGER ZONE!

Okay, I didn't get all the guest posts I wanted (I still expect them soon, so you should too) but I think it's safe to say it's time I returned to the blogosphere.

It's a bit late in the game for me to attempt any type of movie reviews. How bout a quickie two second review for each of the movies I've seen since I last reviewed? Okay!

Batman Begins
Awesome.


War of the Worlds
AWESOME!

Uh...


Sky High
Pretty Clever.

Wedding Crashers
Felt 1980s...but not bad. Vince Vaughn needs to do more coke.



Hustle and Flow
I miss when the clubhouse was like that.

Okay moving on...

Other things that have happened since I last blogged frequently...

THE KIDS AT TF GRADUATED! Good for them, whoo. Too long ago to remember anything worth talking about...There are pictures but...hmm...I'm lazy.

FANIME! Was fun, but I tore up my feet and didn't really buy anything...Got hooked on at least two (COUNT 'EM, TWO!) shows. Yakitate! Japan and BECK. I also saw a show with Guu in the title...which I haven't really got hooked on until now. May talk about it later. There are pictures from Fanime, but I'm lazy.

HARRY POTTER! zOMG!~ SPOILERS \/



I went to the Harry Potter book selling thing at midnight with Connie, Isabel and Sarah. It was fun. Though I didn't buy the book because I had already pre-ordered it and it would be on my front door later that day. There was one of those spaghetti band things...or whatever they are, that said I was there...But I was stupid and Sarah kept it...Hopefully someday I'll get that thing. There are pictures but I'm lazy.

I got my wisdom teeth pulled. Two of them anyway. Of course, this is the reason for the guest postage you've been into lately if you're reading my blog. Which you probably aren't. Sigh. Anyway, I was on drugs so, guest posts are fun. I FRICKIN LOURVE VICODIN! Only when I need it though. Strangely enough there aren't any pictures of this. You'd think I'd take a photo of all the blood in the toilet, but I was just too out of it. Oh well, your loss I suppose.

And finally, my birthday. August 6th, 2005. 60 years ago, this was a time of horrific tradgedy. The first time an atomic weapon was ever used against living people. Being born 40 years after such an event...well. I guess I should start to get used to my birthdays sucking for the rest of my life. Just to make things easier. It was still pretty fun, even if things did go terribly wrong. There are pictures, and since it's fresh in my mind, I will share them with you.


Take note the size of my hips compared to the others'...


This was this morning, before we left for Paramount's Great America. Long story short, I was too fat to ride the rides. So I sat and waited while my dad, my cousin and her uh, whatever you want to call him actually rode the rides. I am very glad I made it a family affair. I would not have had fun in this situation if it were my friends riding the rides without me...

But it wasn't all bad. I had fun, still. I could ride the log ride.



Also, since I wasn't doing the rides, I got to enjoy carnie stuff a bit more. Dad started it by winning a football. Then I followed that by winning a basketball (way cooler than a football). Which was followed by Shauna winning a Homer Simpson Doll. Which was then followed by dad winning a fruity stingray. And then finally I won a pimp hat playing the guess your weight game.

Guess your weight game after being kicked off of roller coasters 'cause I was too fat. Isn't it ironic?

I'm usually pretty good at the guess your weight thing. Means I look better than I actually am...Don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but hey whatever. However, it was no contest as this girl doing the guessing was a fucking retard. No offence, nice girl and all...but she could not guess a persons age, weight or birthday. Not even close. I thought I had a good chance at winning the guess your birthday game, who would have guessed it was actually my birthday? But it was easiest to win with weight. And I wanted that pimp hat.

Dispite my weight problem, I had a good time at Great America. I just have to remember never to go back until I either lose 150 pounds or shrink a few feet in height. There were people fatter than me getting on the rides, but because they were short they could do it. Kinda sucks, you know? I got a kick out of the sign that said "Unusually proportioned people may not be able to ride this ride" even if it did almost feel like a "whites only" sign. Made me want to sue the bastards...

In the end we didn't complain though. Far too tired. Dad actually rode all the rides. Good for him.

I learned that I want a Japanese stick shift so I can hold the wheel with my right hand. I WANNA DRIVE ON THE LEFT!

-ahem-

When we got home, mom put out a wonderful spread. Good food, and an EXCELENT CAKE! I'm talking perfect. Just look at it!

For some reason, mom has a thing for bunny-shaped cakes. Go figure. I don't care, it was fucking awesome cake.

There were strawberries and ice cream and wonderful frosting...mmmmMMMmmMMMmMMmMmmMMMMM.

I liked it.

-ahem-

And mom actually got 20 candles for me! I don't think I've ever had a birthday cake with candles shaped like numbers on it before. It was nice. I love my mom so much.

Me with my pimp sombrero




Just check out my shwag!

Sorry about the pantslessness.


And that was my birthday. I feel bad for being responsible for so much money being spent...I feel bad that I chose to go to Great America, somehow having the idea that I haven't grown in 5 years...But no more dwelling on Bad News Bears. There were two (COUNT 'EM, TWO!) posters for the new movie at the place. TWO! Jeez. I'm out for now, ya'll.

Angie I still expect a guest post from you. You don't have to make a pulitzer prize winning blog post okay? Just make a damn post already!

Tim! I know you have had some trouble getting online lately, but I'd still like a guest post from you if you can manage it.

Isabel! Need one from you too. Get off your lazy ass, gurl!

And with that, I say goodnight.