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malsperanzaI'm a little boggled by all the brilliance and insight running rampant in my LJ this weekend.
While I mull it all over and formulate a brilliant and insightful response of (hopefully) less than 30,000 words, I thought I'd give youall some nonverbal Gratuitous Hero Torture, in case you're getting impatient and were thinking of bagging the whole thing and going out for ice cream.
So I just spent 15 minutes trying to paste 3 pictures of Gratuitous Heroes--er, I mean Gratuitously Tortured Heroes (one of them especially funny) into this post before I read the LJ instructions which point out that I can only do this by first uploading them to a web server(?) or something. I don't have that. I don't know what it is. *glares resentfully at LJ* Does anyone have some server space they could spare? Am I even asking the right question? How difficult all this technology stuff is.
*smashes several early 19th-century looms and knitting machines*
*feels much better*
And speaking of violent statements of political outrage, finally went to see Fahrenheit 9/11 tonight. I cried through most of it. First of all, why didn't anyone warn me that there would be World Trade Center audio and footage? I swore I'd never watch any of that again.
*Entire flist points to title of movie and whaps Mal upside the head*
Oh.
Second of all, well: the rest of it. Was overwhelmed at one point with memories of soldiers from the Vietnam War in VA hospitals, with young faces and old bodies.
We learn nothing. We remember nothing. We are the nation that proves that history can be left behind in the old country. Come through the Golden Door, the Ellis Island of the mind: change your name, abandon your past; the individual and the state can be reinvented--tabula rasa--in every generation. History is irrelevant to us, memory is for backward-looking fools and nostalgists: people with no ambition. This is our genius and our terrible fate: to be above the past and to believe ourselves untouched by it. So we repeat our mistakes with blind, innocent violence.
Actually, I think this one is less manipulative than most of Moore's movies; it tells a story that isn't even news any more, but tells it well, clearly, simply.
On the plus side, made a foray to Chinatown this morning and came home with the essentials: 8 lbs of New Orleans coffee and 24 fresh quail eggs in their tiny, mottled brown shells. Resisted the temptation to buy a pound or two of congealed pig's blood, but am glad to know where to find it, should the need arise.
*glares at impending GOP convention*
While I mull it all over and formulate a brilliant and insightful response of (hopefully) less than 30,000 words, I thought I'd give youall some nonverbal Gratuitous Hero Torture, in case you're getting impatient and were thinking of bagging the whole thing and going out for ice cream.
So I just spent 15 minutes trying to paste 3 pictures of Gratuitous Heroes--er, I mean Gratuitously Tortured Heroes (one of them especially funny) into this post before I read the LJ instructions which point out that I can only do this by first uploading them to a web server(?) or something. I don't have that. I don't know what it is. *glares resentfully at LJ* Does anyone have some server space they could spare? Am I even asking the right question? How difficult all this technology stuff is.
*smashes several early 19th-century looms and knitting machines*
*feels much better*
And speaking of violent statements of political outrage, finally went to see Fahrenheit 9/11 tonight. I cried through most of it. First of all, why didn't anyone warn me that there would be World Trade Center audio and footage? I swore I'd never watch any of that again.
*Entire flist points to title of movie and whaps Mal upside the head*
Oh.
Second of all, well: the rest of it. Was overwhelmed at one point with memories of soldiers from the Vietnam War in VA hospitals, with young faces and old bodies.
We learn nothing. We remember nothing. We are the nation that proves that history can be left behind in the old country. Come through the Golden Door, the Ellis Island of the mind: change your name, abandon your past; the individual and the state can be reinvented--tabula rasa--in every generation. History is irrelevant to us, memory is for backward-looking fools and nostalgists: people with no ambition. This is our genius and our terrible fate: to be above the past and to believe ourselves untouched by it. So we repeat our mistakes with blind, innocent violence.
Actually, I think this one is less manipulative than most of Moore's movies; it tells a story that isn't even news any more, but tells it well, clearly, simply.
On the plus side, made a foray to Chinatown this morning and came home with the essentials: 8 lbs of New Orleans coffee and 24 fresh quail eggs in their tiny, mottled brown shells. Resisted the temptation to buy a pound or two of congealed pig's blood, but am glad to know where to find it, should the need arise.
*glares at impending GOP convention*
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Date: 2004-07-17 10:44 pm (UTC)Also, I loved the gratuitously tortured heros exchange. But I was at work when I saw it and, I can admit it, a little intimidated to post. At any rate, I would include the Saladin Chamcha (Satanic Verses) and the narrator of Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (his name escapes me at the moment).
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Date: 2004-07-18 07:46 am (UTC)Me too! (And I'm glaring with you at the GOP)