Friday, June 6, 2008

Delivering Us Into Evil

Not much time for posts this week. A graduation from pre-school, a graduation from kindergarten, a trip to the zoo, a web design workshop to teach, and a stomach flu thing that made me feel like my stomach was being raked and prodded by the hellish, rusty prongs of a twisted metal spork (I overstate in order to work the word "prong" into the mix, the Word o' the Week c/o Mona and Irr). Now I mostly am over the stomach thing, but little S has it. Sigh.


Pedro's back! He pitched 6 uninspired but gutsy innings on Tuesday, and led the Metros to a 9-6 win. He got a standing ovation in the other team's stadium when he walked off the mound. Unfortunately, at the same time Barak Obama was giving a riveting acceptance speech, (and Hillary was giving the most ungracious un-concession speech in recent memory*), so I didn't watch much of Pedro. Hope he's not mad.




I'm leaving you with a clip from 25th Hour. I'm hit and miss with Spike Lee, but when he's on his game (Do the Right Thing, 25th Hour, Inside Man, When the Levees Broke) he's untouchable. This is one of my favorite monologues of all time. The set-up is simple: it's the last night in a guy's life before he goes to jail for dealing drugs. He's a tad angry about how things turned out. Watch the whole thing if you can; it starts out raw and hate-filled but ends up as a very moving homage to NYC. Be forewarned, Ed Norton says "f*ck" in this like a million times.



*Nixon remains number 1 with his "You won't have Dick Nixon to kick around anymore" speech. But that's not exactly recent memory, is it?

7 comments:

Maggie said...

I have the same relationship with Mr. Lee. But that was brilliant. Putting this on my must see list.

Irrelephant said...

Well pronged! Just finished that bug too...gods talk about misery.

Eric Shonkwiler said...

I would make a comment that was relevant, but Rosario Dawson appeared on screen and I'll be in a love-coma for the next few hours.

Nancy Dancehall said...

Your blog is eating my comments.

Jo said...

Aw, sorry about the yuck-o-rama, the spork imagery was pretty accurate! Congrats to your wee tots--did you need tissues?

You know they teach the planets in 1st grade...I think you should do a project with the class!

Clowncar said...

Glad you dug it, Maggie. Inside Man ir really god too. A well-made thriller, with no hidden agenda.

It was a nasty bug. It's passed rapidly through the family and is now quite literally flushed from our systems and our lives.

Rosario is pretty hot, E. A friend of a friend of mine met her once, and said she was friendly, down-to-earth, and drop dead gorgeous. I'm bummed - I prefer my celebrities deeply flawed.

Well why didn't it eat that comment then, Nancy? Are you commenting about not being able to comment in order to create a paradox that will rip s hole in time and space and pull the universe into it, destroying all that exists? Because that would be cool.

Didn't need tissues for the tears of joy, Jo, but did need them to wipe up vomit afterward. An object lesson there: every time I lift my gaze to the heavens, I step in something nasty.

Mona Buonanotte said...

Okay, now I really MUST see that movie! That speech reminds me a bit of the one in Taxi Driver...albeit sans mohawk and scary DeNiro killer thang.