No Borders

Heard the best quote today on 'The World in Words' podcast:

"Languages are just dialects with an army and a navy"



Also, I think it was John Lennon's birthday last weekend. Dudes, take a moment and imagine peace!

thanks.

80's Sophisticated Work Dramas

So I've made up this genre of movies for myself that I call "The 80's New York Financial Drama". Like Oliver Stone's "Wall Street" and "Working Girl" and. . . well those are the only two movies I can think of or have seen, but I know there are more out there! So I'm posting this blog as a plea for suggestions for more films that fit this description. I'm also willing to include "80's New York Legal Dramas", or "80's Los Angeles Real Estate Development Dramas". . . or basically any combination therein, and basically an 80's movie with power-brokering and fine tailored suits, with deals done on racket ball courts or in mahogany paneled locker-rooms, and only two types of women; cold, hard, sophisticated ones who stay up late at night studying to be better than the boys because she has to be (Melanie Griffith Johnson Bauer Johnson Banderas), and sexy, floaty, arty ones who deep down are really just as hard and heartless and gold-digging as their male counter-parts (ahem, Daryl Hannah).

(note, this does NOT include 80's Political Dramas from any locale)

Please, if you know of some good ones, drop me a line!

Crap! How'd it get to be 3:00 a.m.???!!! I promise, this blog is not influenced by the late hour, it's something I've been thinking about for a little while now. So really, only fault the shoddy writing on the late hour, not the idea itself.

Hope you're all having good Friday/Saturday nights!

If You're Crazy in a Forest; Are You Really Crazy?

So last night was "French Movie Night". My friend Megan and I noshed on brie and strawberry jam on crackers, had an amazing salad nicoise and finished up with some pastry and ice cream. The movie we watched was "Ma Mere" (there's an accent in there, but I don't know how to add one), which was based on a book by George Bataille. If you know anything about George Bataille, you'll know that he writes about really perverse and messed up stuff. And this movie was an intense and perverse journey through, uh, I-don't-know-what, but a whole group of people were participating in it, not just one crazy individual. Now, when it comes to commenting on George Bataille and his writings, honestly, I'm just speechless; but today as I was sitting on some stairs, eating my sandwich for lunch, I was struck with this idea that I think was facilitated by watching a very decidedly 'fucked up movie', and that idea is this: Maybe madness is merely a matter of relativity or subjectivity.

I mean, is it just a matter of sameness? Whether or not our behaviors align with what our culture deems 'normal' or not?

What if we discovered an island where everyone there hallucinated all the time. To each other that'd be normal; to us they'd be crazy.

Or what if there was a person living all alone in a forest, crazy as a loon, doing all manner of weird things, totally talking to invisible entities, etc. but no one else was there to judge this person and label him 'crazy'? Is someone mad if no one is there to tell them they are so?

Just what I was thinking about for a little bit at lunch; the relativity of insanity, yep, that's it.

Nerd Girlfriend Entry #10: Simone de Beauvoir

(thanks to Tracey for the great idea!)

Nerd Girlfriend Entry #9: Penny Marshall

Nerd Girlfriend Entry #8: Debra Winger

The Go Go's

What's not to love? This music video is amazing.




EMI won't let me embed this one, but I had to at least post the link... almost makes me want to move back to L.A. to cruise around Hollywood in a junky convertable:

Our Lips Are Sealed