7.22.02 I REALLY, REALLY DO

This is a link to a kitty-cat singing a love song with a gigantic bouncing-heart backdrop. You must click on it.

REVIEW

Wrote a review of K-19: The Widowmaker, which I highly recommend if you enjoy young, muscular men in tight quarters. Hooray for war movies.

7.18.02 SARAH HEPOLA

Go read her July 13 post about her dad at sarahheppola.com. Then read the rest of her site. Sarah is extra keen. Here’s an excerpt:

�So when I get to Michigan,� I said, tearing some bread, �I thought I might spend some time in Detroit.� Sometimes, when I am talking in a restaurant, I like to tear things. A paper napkin. The sweaty label of a beer bottle. I tear these things into pieces and put them in a pile of little white wads on the table. When there is nothing left to tear and wad, I arrange the pile in different shapes. A circle. A square. An S, for Sarah. Tonight, I am breaking up pieces of crust in front of me. If you listen closely, you can hear the tiny clicks of my fingernail on the plate. �So anyway, I thought we might talk a little bit about Detroit ��

�You should talk to your aunt.� My Dad tears off some bread.

�Okay,� I say (click click), �but I thought maybe you and I could talk.�

�Talk to your aunt.�

The clicks become louder and more frequent. �Did you not grow up in Detroit?� I ask.

He waves his hand. �Eh.� And then he laughs. It�s such a mystery to me, my father�s laugh. �I mean, she�s the one who lives there and ��

�I�ll call my aunt.� Later, I will wonder why I can�t stop crying about this, but for now, I brush my hands off and put them in my lap.

The waiter appears. �Would you like something to drink?� he asks.

We answer at once: �Yes.�

DON’T LET’S START

Went to a They Might Be Giants concert last night at the Fillmore. Everyone bounced madly and sang along. THESUNISAMASSOFINCANDESCENTGAS.

My life is officially a Passat commercial.

7.17.02 DROOL TOOL

Ohhh. Little rabbit grabs cursor. Silly rabbit.

(via Dequeued)

7.16.02 CONTRARIAN

My first piece for Filmcritic.com is up. It’s a
review of Nijinsky. Nijinsky is a bad movie.

I also wrote a CD review of Exo’s “Say Hello to the Master Siege Control” for the Morning News. The premise for these reviews is that one of the contributing editors picks something they love, and the other three people have to say what they think too. Therefore, it’s a long-ass CD review. If you’re an impatient sort, I’m buried at the bottom, so scroll down.

7.15.02 TRUTH FOR THE AGES

Sacramento seems to have an unusually high incidence of people expressing life views via bumper sticker: AA Is the Way, Jesus Is Lord and Savior, The Unborn Are Children Too. After a few hours of bumper gazing, I came across my favorite. It was a cartoon drawing of a monkey that read, “I fling poo.”

SPECIALIZATION

San Francisco is quiet on a Saturday morning at 7 a.m. Driving around, I saw a street sweeper, an ambulance driver, a woman lifting her bucket of cleaning supplies from the trunk. There are only a few people up this early on a weekend, and they’re the ones who make the world go. That means the majority of us are bystanders in the process.