This coming weekend I will be posting mucho content. Included will be… a full length video of me eating a delicious cheeseburger, complete with grill grease moistening my chin; new animated gifs, showing off my new red white and blue American flag ladies windbreaker; the story of the errant sailor Ricky who I met and hung out with all night last Sunday, who is possibly reading this from inside the hulk of a Navy destroyer enroute to the Mediterranean right now.
Much of this could and should have been up by today (Friday), however, I am down in Connecticut visiting my family until manana and forgot to bring with me the crucial USB cord for my camera. Thats what happens to your memory after visiting Amsterdam a couple times. Just a gentle warning, kids. But while I am holed up without the proper means to connect my camera to my computer, I thought it’d be nice to reach out and tickle ya’ll with the Old School keyboard interface, and of course, my 3rdarm.
A couple nights ago, after the cheeseburger lovin’, my family and I sat around and watched television. It was a fine evening to have beef in one’s stomach in America… warm, dry air, partially sunny skies, strawberry shortcake for dessert. We alternated between the Yankees game and AFI’s list of 100 Most Inspirational Movies. Apparently AFI made some kind of business deal with Steven Spielberg, as he delivered commentary for their presentation and they rewarded him with the entire top ten, save for a bicycling movie called “Breaking Away” at number 8.
I dispute that “Breaking Away” is inspirational in any way save for teaching tiny tots how to balance on a two wheeler, but then, I have not seen nor have any future plans to see this film. Whoopi Goldberg also offered up comments for the AFI, though, and she loved it. In the center square we trust. It was nice to see some movies on the list that I agree with, such as “Shawshank Redemption” and “Harold and Maude”. But where was “Benji”? Where was “Incredible Journey”? Where was any movie about dogs… how did the Spanish language version of Babe 2, subtitled El Porqo en La Ciudad nose them out?
Babe isn’t a truffle boar with a highly sensitized snout. He is just a regular old pig. Where was Charlotte’s Web? Now that was some pig! Babe couldn’t read the hieroglyphics of the spider’s intricate web, or detect truffles living in symbiosis with tree roots, so what exactly am I supposed to be inspired by Babe to do? Leave home for the big city and learn Spanish? Nevermind that this is exactly what I chose to do following high school. I was self-motivated!
My number one most inspirational movie is either “Memphis Belle” because I get intensity emotional dealing with the enormity of World War II in my mind and the odds on surviving thru it as an enlisted human being, what it meant for Modern Times (the title of Bob Dylan’s forthcoming album), or it would have been “the Last Unicorn”, because I too feel like the last of a kind of special, mythical beast, though I suspect the rest of my species are merely locked away under a doom spell in a faraway castle by the sea.
Okay, I pony up the admission that I also agreed with many other choices AFI made, such as To Kill a Mockingbird, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (they interviewed the actor who played Chief, and he originally wanted to play Macmurphy!). But to choose the original Star Wars over Return of the Jedi just seemed blind and ignorant. In the first Star Wars, Luke blows up the Death Star with a single photon blast. Lucky shot. In Return of the Jedi, he impossibly escapes the exploding Super Death Star and also manages to drag his father’s body and soul out with him to a communal meeting with Alec Guinness’s and Yoda’s ghosts on the ewok planet.
What happened? Obviously the people at AFI didn’t understand Matrix 3: Revolutions. But then again, if they had paid attention to the themes in THAT trilogy they might have been so inspired towards future peace / machine and human collaboration / developing a dynamic to deal with both chaos and order… that the show would never have been produced. As a matter of fact, perhaps that is what happened, and so they outsourced AFI’s 100 Most Inspirational Movies to Steven Spielberg’s production company, and he made it easy for everyone (even Whoopi) by giving himself almost the entire top ten.
Breaking away… today I spent four hours reorganizing the attic, then ate wonderful baked stuffed shells for dinner and once again had strawberry shortcake for dessert. The extremely talented, eloquent and very handsome weatherman for Connecticut’s NBC 30 station, Garett Argianas, delivered the forecast plus some jewels of advice. He said that it was going to be a Heatwave for the weekend, three days in a row with projected temperatures at 90 plus. Also, he said that maybe this evening, being so lovely, would be a good time to mow the lawn, in order to get it out of the way for proper weekend enjoyment.
What a sweet and thoughtful thing to say, and so handsome. The man is only 26 years old and is the main weatherman in the number 25 television market in the nation. Maybe we could just thug out together sometime. I took meteorology in my one semester of college. Plus we’re both from Connecticut.
Anyway, I like Garett’s style and presentation, all backed up with the ‘ledge. It’s so important for a weatherman to be eloquent, for the trust factor, and I trust you Garett… I’d mow my aunt’s lawn but the condo association takes care of all that.
You know, I was watching Connecticut CBS affiliate’s main weatherman the other day and he couldn’t even pronounce “Alberto.” On the air he stuttered through it, then commented, “That’s a tough one off the pronounce.” He works in Hartford, the city with the most per capita Spanish speakers anywhere North of Miami and East of the Mississippi, and doesn’t know anyone named Alberto? And yeah, Mr. bigshot CBS affiliate Weatherman, Alberto also happened to be the opening storm name for this year’s hurricane season. Sheesh.
Garett’s prediction for a Heatwave this weekend has already begun to prove true… Tonight D. Wade and his big buddy Shaquille routed the Dallas Mavericks, tying up the series. Game 5, the last to be played in the city of Miami, before a crowd including Gloria Estevan, Patrick Ewing, Shaq’s dad, other South Florida celebrities and tens of thousands of fans chanting “Hasselhoff” everytime Dirk gets to the free throw line, is coming up for Sunday afternoon. The hottest day of the forecast.
Nothing caps off my train of thought like the words out the Big Man’s mouth: (Jerry Stackhouse flagrantly fouled Shaq in Game 4 during a breakaway dunk attempt by basically uppercutting the Big Man’s head with both his elbows, sending the Big Man through the air and into the first five rows of seats)
“My impression was my daughters tackle me harder when I come home,” O’Neal said. “You know, I’m one of the last players from the old school, and you know, you just have to take a hard foul like that and keep on moving. It actually felt pretty good to get hit like that. Thank you, Jerry, I appreciate it.”