Magic Jewball

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Scenes from the class struggle and my sofa

Filed under : Movies
On October 23, 2007
At 12:55 am
Comments : 9

As every blogger knows, it isn’t easy coming up with something to write about when there’s nothing much going on. For me, the reasons for this have been twofold. First, I’ve been under the weather the past week or so, necessitating my rigorous schedule of home/work/collapse/work. Second, in the midst of this, I’m preparing for yet another houseguest! You may not know my friend Dahnuh from Sacotomatoes but that’s because she hasn’t blessed me with a comment in about a year. But that’s OK, I know from non-blogging activities that she’s still alive and since I dumped myself on her doorstep a couple of years ago in suburban NorCal (she calls it Cowpooville and I couldn’t really disagree), I figured it was only fair. Plus I get to have her bring me chicken soup and entertain me. How timely!

Anyway, pretty much all I’ve done lately is read blogs and watch movies, often at the same time, often while drinking tea and eating butter biscuits. Those aren’t strictly medicinal but they have their own kind of magic. So, rather than pretend to talk about fun things that aren’t happening to me just now, I figured I’d show you some scenes from the movies. I can’t do movie reviews as well as my friends Maureen and TJ, so I won’t really go in that direction. Except to say, this movie was fab and kept me on the edge of my seat and was sociological and dark but also funny and cool. Sadly, I couldn’t read blogs while I was watching it as I had to keep my eyes on the subtitles. It’s called La Haine (Hate) and is about those riots they had in France a couple of years ago. You know, the ones that made us feel all smug because maybe we didn’t have the worst racial problems ever.

I won’t present you with the darker parts, but here are a couple of lighter scenes. I loved this one, particularly because I’ve been so lazy about getting a haircut that my hair’s pretty much down to my ass right now. The set-up is that one guy has given the other a rather fucked up haircut. Look, we’re the style nexus of the universe!

[flv width=”320″ height=”240″]http://www.magicjewball.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/LaHaine-NewYork.flv[/flv]



Wow, the projects in Paris are just as ugly as the ones here. In other similarities, the subway. I think this is my favorite scene.

[flv width=”320″ height=”240″]http://www.magicjewball.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/LaHaine-Metro.flv[/flv]

I learned lots of new translations, like that Astérix was really Snoopy. Gosh, have I been misinformed. Anyhoo, I also got in some tennis watching and I’d like to inform everyone that at least one sportsman in my life has not let me down. David Nalbandian won his first Masters Series Event, beating Roger Federer in the final, and also beating the #2 and #3 in the world to get there. I’m excited to announce he’ll soon be interviewing for the Yankees coaching job.

 

9 Comments for this post

 
  1. KP says:

    Federererer went down? Nooooooooooooo!

    Feel better soon Bec. And tell Dah I said Yo.

  2. sarpon says:

    I had no idea that’s how Noo Yawkers was wearing youse hair these days. I feel so out of touch.

  3. Diana says:

    What’s a butter biscuit?

  4. Becca says:

    Yessssssssss! And thanks. At the moment I’m feeling much, much worse. I can’t wait till Dah gets here with the OJ.

    Sarpon, this is exactly why I don’t get my hair cut anymore.

    Diana, it’s just a butter cookie, really like shortbread, that is made from a recipe in a cookbook my sister brought me from England. I gather cookies are called biscuits there but that’s what the recipe called them so I followed suit! They also have grated orange peel – delicious.

  5. Maureen says:

    See, here’s your Southern friend, chiming in to say that I assumed when you said butter biscuit, you meant a hot biscuit slathered in actual butter.

    Feel better, sweetness. xoxo

  6. Pippi says:

    am i right in assuming the illness is an excuse to eat bad things?

    *smirk*

    wait. hold up a tick. was that too brioesque? 4 out of 5 posters surveyed said they could give a rat fuck.

    what i want to know is, where’s the lucky rat?

    😛 tell dah i said high. that’s right. high.

  7. Becca says:

    Maureen, oh man, that’d be tasty. Perhaps next illness. And thanks!

    Pips, actually, it’s the reverse. I’ve cut out dairy thinking that will help me, except for the butter biscuits, naturally. And rats, no rats.

    High, indeed.

  8. Dahnuh says:

    Becca didn’t tell me that Pipi said high! We didn’t get high once! Gah!

    I’m flying back right now.

    By the way, I love reading about myself.

  9. Becca says:

    Don’t worry, the extra ingredient in the cookies was crack.

    And I love reading about myself too – that’s why I have this blog!

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