Cultcha Watch
Vince Guaraldi, 10,000 Maniacs Jack Kerouac, Eminem, Dirty Dozen Brass Band, Miles & Trane, Dwight Yoakam, Robert Palmer's LP Sneaking Sally Through The Alley, Junior Brown, New Adventures in Hi Fi, the Skatalites, and The Stanley Brothers are moving me musically.
Little Miss Sunshine is the funniest, most engaging, optimistic film I've seen in years. Of course, as the parent of a seven-year-old it's the only film I've seen in years. Alan Arkin as Grandpa is my hero. Had some great hummus and a Stella before the movie at the Hand In Hand Pub in Va-Hi last weekend.
I'm reading David Williams' A People's History of The Civil War, a socialist view of the history surrounding that conflict. What went on in those years hasn't all been touched by the books about generals and battles. Poor people, women, slaves and injuns had their own tales to tell. Check it out. He's even a Georgia native and writer.
I'm going to get to troll through the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan over Thanksgiving Week. MOMA always leaves me jazzed, no matter what Tom Wolfe says. I hope they've finally framed Wes Freed there. I'll keep you posted. And what became of Velociman and Suburban Blight? Was Velociman the father? I enjoyed their takes. Come back, all is forgiven.
Oh, and if Michael Vick is allowed to throw the ball down the field and his receivers can make some plays, the Falcons will torment some people come playoff time. Greg Easterbrook explains why here. That is all.
I've been exposed to a bit more culture via a small local gallery here in Jax.
It's pretty incredible the way that certain inaminate objects can bear down upon you, hours, or even days later.
Enjoy the MOMA.
Posted by: jmflynny | October 25, 2006 at 07:42 PM
Oh, and Little Miss Sunshine...
I saw it the first week out of the gate and the effect still lingers.
Funny and quirky in a way that 'artists' such as Jim Carey can only dream about.
Each time you think that they're about to cross the line, and lose the charm, they rein it, and you, back in.
My favorite, Steve C. as the uncle. He can play the straight-man and still steal the show. And, Greg Kinnear...I would never have pictured him the heavy.
I loved the movie from beginning to end.
Posted by: jmflynny | October 25, 2006 at 07:49 PM
Carell is great. Kinnear goes from heavy to hero, the opposite of real fathers everywhere. God, what a brilliant screenplay. Only upstaged by the casting and cimematography. This movie shows 2005 America exactly like it is. Utterly brilliant.
Posted by: rankin' rob | October 25, 2006 at 09:17 PM
... new adventures in hifi -- thumbs up; hand in hand, kinda known as dick in hand ( not like 'formerly known as iron wheel of cheese'), thumbs dowwwwn.... don't be puttin' the rank in rankin' rob now, ol' friend....
Posted by: venus1964 | October 26, 2006 at 01:32 AM
I've just received my copy of Mark Steyn's "America Alone" and it appears to be the perfect book for the Halloween season. Scary stuff indeed.
Posted by: Jack Straw | October 26, 2006 at 01:25 PM
Venus, get a grip man, you're starting to go all raccoon on me there. What the hell are you talking about there? I saw the Hindu Love Gods, but never Wheel of Cheese.
Steyn is a smart and excellent writer. The excerpt in National Review about demographics got me going off the other day. Verrrry Scairrrry.
Posted by: rankin' rob | October 26, 2006 at 03:30 PM
BTW, you can delete your link to Velociworld. Looks that that asshole has hung it up for good.
Posted by: Jack Straw | October 26, 2006 at 10:25 PM
... my bad on the analogy there, ol' rankinrob, think i had a vintage reed hall brain fart... kind of merged those hlg's into a show they played WITH the wheel of cheese, formerly known as iron wheel of cheese; and i suspect you were there, and, alas, racoons are the SHIT... thank you very much and cheers...
Posted by: venus1964 | October 27, 2006 at 02:31 AM
... oops, just rec'd an aclu update over the wire -- that would be 'raccoons'... pardon me...
Posted by: venus1964 | October 27, 2006 at 02:41 AM
Ah, Reed Hall. That's another good post coming sometime soon. Sweet stinky fingered nostalgia.
Posted by: rankin' rob | October 27, 2006 at 09:45 AM
Oh you Athens-ites and your scene dropping....
Posted by: bitterman | October 27, 2006 at 12:16 PM
I know you're a big serial killer enthusiast, if that's the proper word.
Did you see that they executed the Gainsville Ripper yesterday?
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,20867,20652718-2703,00.html
I remember those crimes from when I was in college. That shit scared the Hell out of me. Almost did a post about it but ran out of time.
J.
Posted by: Jinxy | October 27, 2006 at 01:20 PM
Danny Rollings was a wretched man, and I'm only sorry he didn't suffer more than he did before the state of Florida put him to sleep this week.
As I understand it, he left one girl's head spinning around on top of her turntable. Burn, baby, burn.
Posted by: rankin' rob | October 27, 2006 at 02:10 PM
I will always remember the fear he created 'round the North Florida area. I knew I had to get a grip when my then six year old told me that all the knives I had hidden around the house were really scaring her.
I can't remember the turntable, but I do remember how he took the time to pose the head in such a way so that it would be the first thing that would be seen as someone walked through the door.
And now we know that he killed a family in Shreveport as well...including an eight year old.
Does God have a limit for forgiveness?
Posted by: jmflynny | October 27, 2006 at 09:49 PM
For the record, James Dobson forgave Ted Bundy, not Jesus.
Posted by: rankin' rob | October 27, 2006 at 09:57 PM