i echo the sentiments of ko -- a big welcome to jefe. regale us with tales and insights, my good man!
the passion haunts me and moves me to tears, one day after seeing it. stunning.
of all the reviews i've seen, this excerpt from kenneth turan's review in the l.a. times hits home -- and helps me in some way understand the polarizing reactions to the film.
"What is profoundly disheartening is that people of goodwill will see this film in completely different ways, will be as oblivious to what I see as its dangers and drawbacks as they will say I am to its strengths. Where I see almost sadistic violence, they see transcendence; where I see blame, they see truth. Normally these kinds of disagreements don't matter, but with a unique film like this, 'You just don't get it' confrontations have sad echoes of savage conflicts that have lasted for centuries."
blog on.
Saturday, February 28, 2004
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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
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Los Pinos Ranch, photo gallery page 15
This is the exact rock I collapsed on while Jeff skinny-dipped in Stewart Lake!
The hike from hell...
This is the exact rock I collapsed on while Jeff skinny-dipped in Stewart Lake!
The hike from hell...
The weary traveler now checks in from the Flagship Lounge at glamorous LAX. Just completed the Hong Kong to LAX leg and now waiting for the 12:30 AM flight to DFW.
In general, a much more subdued crowd here at LAX. I haven't seen any movie stars yet, although the girl sitting across from me looks like Tex Cobb.
Hong Kong was as interesting as ever. Just a tip in case you ever decide to go: they have excellent Chinese food there. This time my abode was the plush Hotel Excelsior. I haven't encountered such a gap between the name and the actual product since my first "Bistro" meal on AA.
However, what the hotel lacked in luxury it made up in location. Walking distance from Wan Chai, the seamy underbelly of Hong Kong. Home of trendy bars filled with British expats and good-hearted call girls from Thailand and the Philippines. Favorite line of the evening: "You look like movie stah".
Meetings with Dragonair and Cathay Pacific. Hours of boredom occasionally interrupted by malaise. Standing in front of a room of airline executives holding forth on the merits of our product whilst my internal voice is screaming...
"Buy ours! Buy theirs! Who CARES? They're all the same!"
"This graph shows that I have developed a mastery of Adobe Illustrator to compensate for the deficiencies of our product"
"Just read the slide yourself, for crying out loud. What am I, your mother?"
"I was supposed to be a professional baseball player or a record executive!"
Talked to Libby on the phone for a while tonight. She told me a story of something that happened today that made me smile:
Apparently, one of Sam's friends was provoked into a fight that was scheduled for right after school. Sam managed to convince his friend Patrick that it really wasn't worth the repercussions of having to spend time in the cooler (I think he said detention, but I wanted to add a little more color). Nick, the aggressor in this case, then said that they were jusy scared of him and called Sam a "gaywad". Sam responded to this by telling Nick that he "doesn't really worry about what people call him, especially people he doesn't like".
Good for him.
KO
In general, a much more subdued crowd here at LAX. I haven't seen any movie stars yet, although the girl sitting across from me looks like Tex Cobb.
Hong Kong was as interesting as ever. Just a tip in case you ever decide to go: they have excellent Chinese food there. This time my abode was the plush Hotel Excelsior. I haven't encountered such a gap between the name and the actual product since my first "Bistro" meal on AA.
However, what the hotel lacked in luxury it made up in location. Walking distance from Wan Chai, the seamy underbelly of Hong Kong. Home of trendy bars filled with British expats and good-hearted call girls from Thailand and the Philippines. Favorite line of the evening: "You look like movie stah".
Meetings with Dragonair and Cathay Pacific. Hours of boredom occasionally interrupted by malaise. Standing in front of a room of airline executives holding forth on the merits of our product whilst my internal voice is screaming...
"Buy ours! Buy theirs! Who CARES? They're all the same!"
"This graph shows that I have developed a mastery of Adobe Illustrator to compensate for the deficiencies of our product"
"Just read the slide yourself, for crying out loud. What am I, your mother?"
"I was supposed to be a professional baseball player or a record executive!"
Talked to Libby on the phone for a while tonight. She told me a story of something that happened today that made me smile:
Apparently, one of Sam's friends was provoked into a fight that was scheduled for right after school. Sam managed to convince his friend Patrick that it really wasn't worth the repercussions of having to spend time in the cooler (I think he said detention, but I wanted to add a little more color). Nick, the aggressor in this case, then said that they were jusy scared of him and called Sam a "gaywad". Sam responded to this by telling Nick that he "doesn't really worry about what people call him, especially people he doesn't like".
Good for him.
KO
Monday, February 16, 2004
Our hearty business traveler reports in from the luxurious Admiral's Club at Narita Airport in Tokyo. I think they should issue those commodore hats to everyone as they enter the club.
Watched Lost in Translation on the way over...very fitting. Excellent flick - you must check it out.
I am a giant over here. With freakish blonde hair and blue eyes.
There are some really loud Americans in here. One guy seems bent on letting everyone here know that A) he knows a lot of very important people and B) he has residences scattered across the USofA. I'm trying to look Canadian. Nobody hates Canadians.
Two hours until my junket to Hong Kong. What is a junket? How does that differ from a flight? Which is the flotsam and which is the jetsam?
Oh, here's a treat - he knows Craig Stadler. Plays golf with him all the time. At a course near his house in California.
It's 1:30 AM on Monday morning at home; here it's 4:30 in the afternoon. What's up with that? Can't we all just get along?
Apparently our American cousin played some college football. His voice is like a foghorn.
Already I miss the land of large portions and enormous drinks with ample ice.
KO
Watched Lost in Translation on the way over...very fitting. Excellent flick - you must check it out.
I am a giant over here. With freakish blonde hair and blue eyes.
There are some really loud Americans in here. One guy seems bent on letting everyone here know that A) he knows a lot of very important people and B) he has residences scattered across the USofA. I'm trying to look Canadian. Nobody hates Canadians.
Two hours until my junket to Hong Kong. What is a junket? How does that differ from a flight? Which is the flotsam and which is the jetsam?
Oh, here's a treat - he knows Craig Stadler. Plays golf with him all the time. At a course near his house in California.
It's 1:30 AM on Monday morning at home; here it's 4:30 in the afternoon. What's up with that? Can't we all just get along?
Apparently our American cousin played some college football. His voice is like a foghorn.
Already I miss the land of large portions and enormous drinks with ample ice.
KO
Sunday, February 08, 2004
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