For the Heywood Banks fans out there. . .
Today Milo was heard to sing at the dinner table, over his and his brother's quesadillas:
"Quesadillas, quesadillas. . . what's that smell?
Quesadillas, quesadillas quesadillas. . . look, a tree!
Quesadillas, quesasillas. . . .there's that smell again. . .
*giggle giggle*"
Is that too obscure? I never know.
We had an EPIC date last night. Perhaps inspired by the romance inherent in weddings, my Sugar Mama got a sitter, got drizzessed to the nizzines and took me out on the town. Well, took me to a town. Lemont to be specific. It's a Pine Grove Mills-sized hamlet that, like us, I understand, limps along in the dark ages of feudal Pennsylvania with NO HOME POSTAL DELIVERY. There is a fine Italian restaurant there where we enjoyed a fine dinner, a cannoli with real whipped cream and a VERY strong drink with very expensive ice. Can a bartender out there explain why in addition to the drink charge we had a "rox charge"? Does "on-the-rocks" mean "make it a double"? Needless to say my evening from there was in slow-motion and very funny. We went from there to Barnes & Noble's cafe for mochas and "Elevensies". Merci beaucoup, ma petit puce!
Netflix Report I will just have to pick up where I am and you'll miss my reports on the previous 10 films. Chalk it up to the old blog eating the post and rest assured that the post the old blog ate was by far the wittiest, most cleverly snarky and boldly insightful text ever typed on this old Toshiba :).
NOVA: The Elegant Universe OH my this was wonderful. It was a 3-part series. It was a working-man's introduction to String Theory with phenomenal special effects. The first two parts were VERY good at laying out the past's predominant physics theories and the ways in which they were fundamentally contradictory. That was the best part. In the 3rd part, they had to start talking about the specifics of String Theory but they couldn't go into the math of it. We got that the math was AWFULLY important, but by saying "trust us it's over your head" and skipping it the whole thing tended to sound like the kookiest, Science Fiction parts of modern phyics. Oh, and they kept referring to science that couldn't be proven (like String Theory) as Philosophy. Like that was bad. I took offense. The special effects and the way they broke down complex physics into common understanding reminded me a lot of "What the Bleep Do We Know" and what they did with Quantum Mechanics. But no woo-woo granola humanistic psychology :).
The Good, The Bad and The Ugly This wasn't Netflix, but a part of the Pine Grove Mills Underground Film Society and Political Science Center's archives. We had a PGMUFSPSC viewing in our private on-site screening facility and I've gotta say that was some western. I've got to learn more about "Spaghetti Westerns" because I could NOT believe all those settings were in Italy. What part of Italy looks like that?
Word Wars This is a documentary made for my mother to watch. Fascinating, hilarious documentary about tournament Scrabble players! Interestingly, the top players are not so much literary people or English scholars but more mathematical and pattern specialists. There is definitely a flavor of autism that makes you GREAT at Scrabble :). They followed a San Francisco zen-hippie past champion, an OCD/ADHD compulsive gambler & part time comedy writer, a pot-smoking ghetto dweller and our hero: G.I. Joel. He got his nickname because of his debilitating gastro-intestinal maladies. Of the four, only Zen Hippie has a job. The others scrape by on meager tournament winnings. Highly recommended
Boys of Baraka Documentary about a program that takes 20 boys out of the worst Baltimore ghettos for 2 years of middle school out in the Kenyan bush. VERY moving, accurate portrayal of the hell these kids (76% of boys in Baltimore don't graduate high school, they said) have to live in and the wonders it does for them to take them out where they can be kids.
Chronicles of Narnia If my DVD player had a "Repeat" setting I'd put it on for this movie. I don't know how many times I've watched it but it's a lot. I hope it ends up being an epic trilogy like LOTR or Star Wars so I can keep it playing for 12 hours (including DVD Features :)).
The World's Fastest Indian and Dust To Glory Dust to Glory is -- and I say this with authority -- the best motorcycle movie made since On Any Sunday. Period. Nuff said. If you are even mildly interested in motorsports you will stare and drool in awe of this film. The Worlds Fastest Indian is a slow-paced "road" movie (no, not Bob Hope & Bing Crosby, a movie where the character/s are on a journey, meet people, learn lessons and slowly transform by the end). But it is a nice one for us motorcycle-heads, especially those who are familiar with a time when motorcycling was a very hands-on hobby. VERY fun to watch Anthony Hopkins (who, in a secret partnership with Liam Neeson has managed to be in every single film made in the last 15 years. You know the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon? The new game is The One Degree of Hopkins/Neeson) and then watch the real character he portrayed in the DVD features.
Howl's Moving Castle I used to think anime was Pokemon. This is my 2nd Hayao Miyazaki film and I think I could see some more. Charming, catchy stories and the animation is artwork more than anything else. The english dubs are VERY well done, this one featured Christian Bale and Billy Crystal. We learn in the special features how Lauren Bacall came on to Miyazaki himself!
In Motorcycle news . . which has been nearly non-existent for the past year and a half . . . I'll be attending Vintage Motorcycle Days in Ohio at the end of this month. I intend to hang with some close Honda Homeboys, sell off the last of my treasured Weenybike collection, sell off a lot of parts & memorabilia, then start a Get Chris a Real Bike Again Fund. All of my former "real" bikes were liquidated when the LA house wasn't selling and we had to pay the monstrous mortgage. Which was fine, because I was making a dramatic break from that part of my life (which had unfortunately become the largest, sometimes only part of my life). Well, there were reasons I got into bikes to begin with. And now that I'm rebuilding, those reasons are still there I suspect. Even though I have no desire to be "an enthusiast" in any way -- because really, I rode that boat all the way across the ocean & beached it -- I do have the need, as I did as a young projectionist, to get back out on the road. I loved it there, it was very meditative and even the shortest trips could be adventures full of lessons & wonder. I can see MCs once again being a part of my life, but only as a tool; as the medium for meditation, self-discovery, maintaining important friendships and discovering new ones.
As much as I love my Weenybikes, they can't do that. So for sale. . . .
-1990 NS50
Rare but still supported street-legal water-cooled 50cc 2-stroke streetbike. Unfortunately pink & blue, but the bike of choice for any Weenybike Racer, True Grits, Wildcat 100 or Isle of Goose attendee
-1996 Hawaii Five Oh SA72RR
This is an SA50 2-stroke scooter that's been heavily modified with performance parts from Hawaii. It makes cool noises (MX-style expansion chamber/stinger) and goes almost 70mph with my less-than-aerodynamic posterior on the seat. Many spares!
-NQ50 Minnesota Winter Scootyped
This is a handmade standup go-ped thing build with an NQ50 Spree and parts from countless other motorsports items like ATVs, snowmobiles, Midget race karts, CR80s, 929s, MX bikes, aluminum stock and pre-war outboard engines.
A true Minnesota Motorcycling Community effort, I will be happy to keep it if it just won't sell for a reasonable sum of money. A lot of heart & sould went into this beast but I will let it go to a good home. Street legal but no title.
"Quesadillas, quesadillas. . . what's that smell?
Quesadillas, quesadillas quesadillas. . . look, a tree!
Quesadillas, quesasillas. . . .there's that smell again. . .
*giggle giggle*"
Is that too obscure? I never know.
We had an EPIC date last night. Perhaps inspired by the romance inherent in weddings, my Sugar Mama got a sitter, got drizzessed to the nizzines and took me out on the town. Well, took me to a town. Lemont to be specific. It's a Pine Grove Mills-sized hamlet that, like us, I understand, limps along in the dark ages of feudal Pennsylvania with NO HOME POSTAL DELIVERY. There is a fine Italian restaurant there where we enjoyed a fine dinner, a cannoli with real whipped cream and a VERY strong drink with very expensive ice. Can a bartender out there explain why in addition to the drink charge we had a "rox charge"? Does "on-the-rocks" mean "make it a double"? Needless to say my evening from there was in slow-motion and very funny. We went from there to Barnes & Noble's cafe for mochas and "Elevensies". Merci beaucoup, ma petit puce!
Netflix Report I will just have to pick up where I am and you'll miss my reports on the previous 10 films. Chalk it up to the old blog eating the post and rest assured that the post the old blog ate was by far the wittiest, most cleverly snarky and boldly insightful text ever typed on this old Toshiba :).
NOVA: The Elegant Universe OH my this was wonderful. It was a 3-part series. It was a working-man's introduction to String Theory with phenomenal special effects. The first two parts were VERY good at laying out the past's predominant physics theories and the ways in which they were fundamentally contradictory. That was the best part. In the 3rd part, they had to start talking about the specifics of String Theory but they couldn't go into the math of it. We got that the math was AWFULLY important, but by saying "trust us it's over your head" and skipping it the whole thing tended to sound like the kookiest, Science Fiction parts of modern phyics. Oh, and they kept referring to science that couldn't be proven (like String Theory) as Philosophy. Like that was bad. I took offense. The special effects and the way they broke down complex physics into common understanding reminded me a lot of "What the Bleep Do We Know" and what they did with Quantum Mechanics. But no woo-woo granola humanistic psychology :).
The Good, The Bad and The Ugly This wasn't Netflix, but a part of the Pine Grove Mills Underground Film Society and Political Science Center's archives. We had a PGMUFSPSC viewing in our private on-site screening facility and I've gotta say that was some western. I've got to learn more about "Spaghetti Westerns" because I could NOT believe all those settings were in Italy. What part of Italy looks like that?
Word Wars This is a documentary made for my mother to watch. Fascinating, hilarious documentary about tournament Scrabble players! Interestingly, the top players are not so much literary people or English scholars but more mathematical and pattern specialists. There is definitely a flavor of autism that makes you GREAT at Scrabble :). They followed a San Francisco zen-hippie past champion, an OCD/ADHD compulsive gambler & part time comedy writer, a pot-smoking ghetto dweller and our hero: G.I. Joel. He got his nickname because of his debilitating gastro-intestinal maladies. Of the four, only Zen Hippie has a job. The others scrape by on meager tournament winnings. Highly recommended
Boys of Baraka Documentary about a program that takes 20 boys out of the worst Baltimore ghettos for 2 years of middle school out in the Kenyan bush. VERY moving, accurate portrayal of the hell these kids (76% of boys in Baltimore don't graduate high school, they said) have to live in and the wonders it does for them to take them out where they can be kids.
Chronicles of Narnia If my DVD player had a "Repeat" setting I'd put it on for this movie. I don't know how many times I've watched it but it's a lot. I hope it ends up being an epic trilogy like LOTR or Star Wars so I can keep it playing for 12 hours (including DVD Features :)).
The World's Fastest Indian and Dust To Glory Dust to Glory is -- and I say this with authority -- the best motorcycle movie made since On Any Sunday. Period. Nuff said. If you are even mildly interested in motorsports you will stare and drool in awe of this film. The Worlds Fastest Indian is a slow-paced "road" movie (no, not Bob Hope & Bing Crosby, a movie where the character/s are on a journey, meet people, learn lessons and slowly transform by the end). But it is a nice one for us motorcycle-heads, especially those who are familiar with a time when motorcycling was a very hands-on hobby. VERY fun to watch Anthony Hopkins (who, in a secret partnership with Liam Neeson has managed to be in every single film made in the last 15 years. You know the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon? The new game is The One Degree of Hopkins/Neeson) and then watch the real character he portrayed in the DVD features.
Howl's Moving Castle I used to think anime was Pokemon. This is my 2nd Hayao Miyazaki film and I think I could see some more. Charming, catchy stories and the animation is artwork more than anything else. The english dubs are VERY well done, this one featured Christian Bale and Billy Crystal. We learn in the special features how Lauren Bacall came on to Miyazaki himself!
In Motorcycle news . . which has been nearly non-existent for the past year and a half . . . I'll be attending Vintage Motorcycle Days in Ohio at the end of this month. I intend to hang with some close Honda Homeboys, sell off the last of my treasured Weenybike collection, sell off a lot of parts & memorabilia, then start a Get Chris a Real Bike Again Fund. All of my former "real" bikes were liquidated when the LA house wasn't selling and we had to pay the monstrous mortgage. Which was fine, because I was making a dramatic break from that part of my life (which had unfortunately become the largest, sometimes only part of my life). Well, there were reasons I got into bikes to begin with. And now that I'm rebuilding, those reasons are still there I suspect. Even though I have no desire to be "an enthusiast" in any way -- because really, I rode that boat all the way across the ocean & beached it -- I do have the need, as I did as a young projectionist, to get back out on the road. I loved it there, it was very meditative and even the shortest trips could be adventures full of lessons & wonder. I can see MCs once again being a part of my life, but only as a tool; as the medium for meditation, self-discovery, maintaining important friendships and discovering new ones.
As much as I love my Weenybikes, they can't do that. So for sale. . . .
-1990 NS50
Rare but still supported street-legal water-cooled 50cc 2-stroke streetbike. Unfortunately pink & blue, but the bike of choice for any Weenybike Racer, True Grits, Wildcat 100 or Isle of Goose attendee
-1996 Hawaii Five Oh SA72RR
This is an SA50 2-stroke scooter that's been heavily modified with performance parts from Hawaii. It makes cool noises (MX-style expansion chamber/stinger) and goes almost 70mph with my less-than-aerodynamic posterior on the seat. Many spares!
-NQ50 Minnesota Winter Scootyped
This is a handmade standup go-ped thing build with an NQ50 Spree and parts from countless other motorsports items like ATVs, snowmobiles, Midget race karts, CR80s, 929s, MX bikes, aluminum stock and pre-war outboard engines.
A true Minnesota Motorcycling Community effort, I will be happy to keep it if it just won't sell for a reasonable sum of money. A lot of heart & sould went into this beast but I will let it go to a good home. Street legal but no title.
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