<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864</id><updated>2011-09-30T02:14:21.645-04:00</updated><category term='essays'/><category term='legend of stage and screen Jason Robards'/><category term='Gee-Zuss'/><category term='songs'/><category term='sms'/><category term='places'/><category term='words'/><category term='fat people'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='text-messaging'/><category term='politics'/><category term='sports'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='music'/><category term='stories'/><category term='india'/><category term='television'/><category term='novels'/><title type='text'>The Powdered Wig</title><subtitle type='html'>Lists on elevated subjects</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4763546934898747826</id><published>2008-09-18T20:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:52:21.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Commercials That Make Me Never Want to Buy the Product</title><content type='html'>There are two reasons for commercials: to give budding actors something to put on their resume, and to sell things. In thirty seconds, an announcer/spokesperson tells us exactly why this product will make us happy/pretty/better than anyone else. When there are a dozen different versions of toilet paper, it's up to ad executives to put together an ad that will make a viewer think, "Hey, I love that bunny! I'll buy this brand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, right? At the very least, just extolling the virtues of some product should be enough. Sometimes the execs get it really right and actually make something entertaining. (See &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdwrYiNJc_E"&gt;cat herder&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the execs take their crack a little too early in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are the following commercials bad, but they actually make me never want to buy the product. Even if the actual product is okay--hey, even preferable!--these commercials have turned me off forever. These aren't just kind of annoying or lame or stupid commercials. These are opposite-commercials. The competitors might as well use them. Here's the wall of shame, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Chips Ahoy!--"If You Want My Body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoVbv0iEejs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoVbv0iEejs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. No, I don't want your body, you giant cookie. Your chocolate chips make you look like a pox victim. Your singing makes my brain dribble out of my ears. Also, how can someone have sex with a cookie? What was that tiny woman planning on doing? And if a real person eats the cookie in the end, who the hell is that tiny woman? Why is she so tiny? Is she only with the anthropomorphic cookie because he's the only one her size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sprite--"Obey Your Thirst--and Sumo Wrestlers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMmPm1H-erk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMmPm1H-erk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I love Sprite. It's my soda of choice--crisp, clean refreshing. What more could I want? A fucking better ad, that's what! The idea of my face getting squished by two monochromatic sumo wrestlers freaks me out. And this is just the tip of the "Obey Your Thirst" commercial freakdom. Don't make me associate Sprite with a creepy drug trip, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Charmin--"Ultra Strong for Ultra Poop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOgnIvEmyyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lOgnIvEmyyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Cartoon animals selling products aren't exactly new. But I don't want them selling my toilet paper, especially when they're bears. It makes me think of really big, gross poop--the kind you take care to avoid and leave alone. (Also, if you see bear poop, you're probably going to get mauled, so that's not a good connotation either.) Plus, how many pieces of toilet paper are you walking around with? If that's a serious problem for you, you're just lazy and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Anything sold by Billy Mays--"If I Get Really Loud, You'll Buy This"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KBXcpJfmj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KBXcpJfmj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Why is this guy selling eighteen different products? At first I thought, "Oh, it must be some cleaning product company, they're all related and just didn't want to film commercials on multiple days, so they asked the same guy to do all of them." But the slider pan? And who thought, "He'll make people excited about stuff!" More likely, he'll make me want to rip off my own head and cook mini hamburgers with that. (Although I do secretly wonder if the cleaning stuff works.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Beggin' Strips--"Dogs Can't Believe How Bad This is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxBKy78eP28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxBKy78eP28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I'm a sucker for a dog in commercials. Remember how I hated the bears and toilet paper? I love the puppy and toilet paper combination in the Cottonelle commercials. Put a puppy on something and I'm ready to buy. But these Beggin' Strips commercials have made me an animal hater. If this is what dogs sound like in their heads, I will not be able to get one. But if I do, you can be damn sure they're not getting these fake-bacon treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some that I couldn't find commercials online for, one in particular being an old Perdue chicken commercial in which a really annoying voice sang "Pick...pick pick" over and over while a family picked on leftover chicken. This list might have a sequel if those ever pop up. Until then, I'll be drinking 7Up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4763546934898747826?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4763546934898747826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4763546934898747826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4763546934898747826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4763546934898747826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-5-commercials-that-make-me-never.html' title='Top 5 Commercials That Make Me Never Want to Buy the Product'/><author><name>annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02035860921967576493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-630325920037218723</id><published>2008-09-02T13:29:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:09:15.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Best Books by Indians, or About India</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a long trip to India, which included stints in Benares/Varanasi/Kashi and Bombay/Mumbai and Bangalore/Bengaluru. I have not really read enough to compile this list, but I am flush with enthusiasm for what is at least sort of my country. So here we go, in no particular order, some random highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL16oRR4QxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-07SwklBfS0/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL16oRR4QxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-07SwklBfS0/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241480373580874514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Swami &amp; Friends&lt;/span&gt;, by R.K. Narayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pride of South India! I have read many of his novels, but this is the only one that I really love. A great book, and I think the best novel about childhood I've ever &lt;a href="http://occasionalreview.blogspot.com/2008/09/swami-and-friends-by-rk-narayan.html"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2Be_BoMQI/AAAAAAAAABI/PuM9_GZqZFM/s1600-h/narayan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2Be_BoMQI/AAAAAAAAABI/PuM9_GZqZFM/s200/narayan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241487910643446018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Tribal World of Verrier Elwin&lt;/span&gt;, by Verrier Elwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much forgotten outside of India, Elwin was part of the independence struggle with Gandhi and Nehru, and then spent the rest of life living with the Gonds, the largest of India's remaining tribal peoples. His autobiography is beautifully written and surprisingly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2BDUw8_CI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gZv50ZBY-bE/s1600-h/elwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2BDUw8_CI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gZv50ZBY-bE/s200/elwin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241487435442748450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our Films, Their Films&lt;/span&gt;, by Satyajit Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most multifaceted genius that India has produced in the modern era. In addition to making his films, he composed music, drew, and wrote some extremely good short stories, along with this collection of short essays written for newspapers. I was pretty amazed at how perceptive they are, and not just about the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2BOEwMalI/AAAAAAAAABA/f0y4gpw5jeQ/s1600-h/ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2BOEwMalI/AAAAAAAAABA/f0y4gpw5jeQ/s200/ray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241487620123159122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Story of My Experiments With Truth&lt;/span&gt;, by M. K. Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi's autobiography, and much to my discredit the only modern book on this list not originally written in English. (It was written in Gujarati and translated by Gandhi's secretary.) Until the end, when it gets bogged down in the dated exhortations of the Independence movement, the book is pretty great. And surprisingly it's a real literary success as well - Gandhi has a talent for pacing and description and even comedy, and there are indelible passages throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2DlrenCTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MAEzMzjg1pM/s1600-h/gandhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2DlrenCTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MAEzMzjg1pM/s200/gandhi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241490224678635826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India: A Wounded Civilization&lt;/span&gt;, by V.S. Naipaul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best book in his trilogy on India. It's pretty much a big "fuck you" to the country, but it's too formidable and perceptive an attack to be dismissed. It also contains some of the best criticism ever written about Narayan and a surprisingly appreciative essay on Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2E_jknLRI/AAAAAAAAABY/nc9QXitM4t4/s1600-h/naipaul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2E_jknLRI/AAAAAAAAABY/nc9QXitM4t4/s200/naipaul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241491768744553746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mahabharata&lt;/span&gt;, by Vyasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people prefer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Iliad&lt;/span&gt;, but among the two great Indian epics (the other is the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ramayana&lt;/span&gt;) the battle story is by far the more interesting. I learned these stories from comic books, a TV serial, and from the Rajagopalachari translation, which is pretty solid. "One cannot understand India's way of life," Rajagopalachari says in the introduction, "unless one has read the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ramayana &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mahabharata&lt;/span&gt;." Well, I have read both and I still don't really understand, so clearly it takes a little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2Id6gG-yI/AAAAAAAAABg/nscZ-K_9mu4/s1600-h/Mahabharata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2Id6gG-yI/AAAAAAAAABg/nscZ-K_9mu4/s200/Mahabharata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241495588830640930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Midnight's Children&lt;/span&gt;, by Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure it deserves to make this list, because I'm not particularly interested in re-reading it. But it was compulsive reading for me when I first picked it up. An incredibly compelling and inventive plot - a triumph of imagination and technical wizardly, although not really of any deeper human understanding, I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2LWvCuvrI/AAAAAAAAABo/048ZmwQ6ADY/s1600-h/rushdie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2LWvCuvrI/AAAAAAAAABo/048ZmwQ6ADY/s200/rushdie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241498764030426802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Wonder That Was India&lt;/span&gt;, by A. L. Basham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, full disclosure, I have not actually read this book. But my Dad says it's very good, and so does John Keay, whose general history of India I am currently reading. For homegrown Indian historians - who for some reason all seem to be Marxist - I have heard good things about Romila Thapar and D.D. Kosambi. I will head to the library shortly and attempt to justify these totally unsupported recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2MtjGeXYI/AAAAAAAAABw/FndmHmSv2VM/s1600-h/ashoka_capital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL2MtjGeXYI/AAAAAAAAABw/FndmHmSv2VM/s200/ashoka_capital.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241500255473524098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the complete lack of women on this list; I clearly just haven't read enough. Also, half-points go to J. G. Farrell's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Siege of Krishnapur&lt;/span&gt;, which is a brilliant novel but is really much more about the British than it is about India. Also, I like Edwin Arnold's poem &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Light of Asia&lt;/span&gt;, about the life of the Buddha, as well as his translation of the Gita. Finally, G.V. Desani's "All About H. Hatterr" is very funny and now back in print. Keep 'em coming, Injuns and Injunphiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-630325920037218723?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/630325920037218723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=630325920037218723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/630325920037218723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/630325920037218723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-books-by-indians-or-about-india.html' title='Best Books by Indians, or About India'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iEnnrbjyjfw/SL16oRR4QxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-07SwklBfS0/s72-c/IMG_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-1825619446473160953</id><published>2008-07-06T11:31:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:28:02.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legend of stage and screen Jason Robards'/><title type='text'>The Top Ten Movies That Take Place In Twenty-Four Hours Or Less And Entirely Within New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDoJD_GCqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q6q9eX7HFtk/s1600-h/new-york-city-fire-escapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDoJD_GCqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q6q9eX7HFtk/s320/new-york-city-fire-escapes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219927210508815010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this list technically spans several genres (heist films dominate) all of these films deal with entrapment and liberation, and most have implicit political messages.  Also, rest assured, these are not the only ten movies set in a single day in the Big Apple. Some dis/honorable mentions: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phone Booth, Panic Room, World Trade Center, Night At The Museum, My Dinner With Andre, Kids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDs2VmnXDI/AAAAAAAAABs/oK1rTi_ZmCw/s1600-h/006885_54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDs2VmnXDI/AAAAAAAAABs/oK1rTi_ZmCw/s320/006885_54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932386378603570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Booty Call&lt;/span&gt; (1997). Starring Oscar-nominated actor Jamie Foxx and Razzie-nominated actress Vivica A. Fox, this is a raunchy slapstick farce about dating in the 1990s.  The funniest sequence involves a prolonged search for contraception in Chinatown.  It falls apart a bit towards the end, as most farces do, but  Foxx and Fox as the two no-good playas named “Bunz” and “Lysterine” carry the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDobmmULqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Gb59qXf5E34/s1600-h/quick_change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDobmmULqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Gb59qXf5E34/s320/quick_change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219927529037770402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Quick Change &lt;/span&gt;(1990).  An underviewed, underrated comedic heist movie starring Bill Murray, Randy Quaid, and Geena Davis as a trio of bank robbers who can’t escape the five boroughs.  Murray was co-director and does some fine work in a clown suit.  Legend of the stage and screen Jason Robards also stars.  The film could be seen as an homage to semi-comedic seventies -24hrs/all NYC pics like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Taking of the Pelham 1-2-3&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dog Day Afternoon&lt;/span&gt; (see below), as Robards resembles Matthau’s character in the former and the final scene at the airport is reminiscent of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cineleet.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/escape-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cineleet.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/escape-cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Escape from New York &lt;/span&gt;(1981). The year is 1997.  Manhattan is a maximum-security prison.  Air Force One has crash-landed on the island, and the President is being held hostage by the inmates.  The hang-gliding con “Snake” Plissken (Kurt Russell) has twenty-three hours to rescue the President and get off the island.  As a college student, I spent a lot of time in NYC in the late 1990s, and trust me, this movie captures that time and place perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDrmdPNDyI/AAAAAAAAABc/d2VlJ3xe3_M/s1600-h/afterhours1985dvdripxviwe4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDrmdPNDyI/AAAAAAAAABc/d2VlJ3xe3_M/s320/afterhours1985dvdripxviwe4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219931014038359842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. After Hours&lt;/span&gt; (1985). There’s no such thing as bad pizza, bad sex, or a bad Scorcese movie. Sure, some might seem lousy when compared to the finest stuff, but you’ll enjoy it all the same.  (With the possible exceptions of Domino’s, that regrettable night junior year of college, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Aviator&lt;/span&gt;.) The movie is almost like a video game—follow the hero through the streets of New York as he tries to get home, staying mindful of the amount of money in his pocket and the time on the clock.  Also, keep an eye out for the cameos (Bronson Pinchot, Teri Garr, Cheech &amp;amp; Chong), and enjoy this more light-hearted entry in the Scorcese oeuvre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDpn9ikU9I/AAAAAAAAABE/Lw0sgZhQa6A/s1600-h/Taking_Pelham_123_FSM80123-754101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDpn9ikU9I/AAAAAAAAABE/Lw0sgZhQa6A/s320/Taking_Pelham_123_FSM80123-754101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219928840866124754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Taking of Pelham One Two Three&lt;/span&gt; (1974).  A hi-jacked subway car.  Walter Matthau.  Jerry Stiller.  Lots of bell bottoms and a funky-ass score. Can’t beat that with a bat.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDrEnPGd5I/AAAAAAAAABU/qwWi1RWn3iU/s1600-h/The25thHour_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDrEnPGd5I/AAAAAAAAABU/qwWi1RWn3iU/s320/The25thHour_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930432606730130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The 25th Hour &lt;/span&gt;(2002). Spike Lee Joints could dominate this list, as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside Man&lt;/span&gt; is also a -24hrs/all NYC film (although sticklers could point out that it technically breaks this rule with a two-weeks-later epilogue), and his finest film of all clearly deserves top honors (see below).  But this sober account of Edward Norton’s last day of freedom before heading upstate to serve out a seven-year prison sentence is bleak but satisfying.  Just as Scorcese dwells on Men and Clans, and Spielberg focuses on Little Boys Lost,  Lee’s movies are invariably about Adrift Men Who Face A Reckoning.  Like Malcolm and Mookie, Monty is a guy who’s wasted a lot of time squandering his gifts, and now faces a decision about whether and how to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDsOZKoYBI/AAAAAAAAABk/9YXvFwTnjvU/s320/sjff_01_img0508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219931700140204050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Twelve Angry Men&lt;/span&gt; (1957).  Sidney Lumet, a man whose love for filming New York rivaled Woody Allen, somehow managed to inject shots of the city into his first film, the all-indoors jury room drama, Twelve Angry Men.  Bringing a shot of the Woolworth building into the action is a way of reminding the viewer that claustrophobic, smoke-filled jury rooms city monuments as well, as they are civic spaces that hopefully demonstrate the best of the city’s citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDtDzThVnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/akLGmmlRWgg/s1600-h/Rope+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDtDzThVnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/akLGmmlRWgg/s320/Rope+pic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932617689880178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Rope&lt;/span&gt; (1948). Let’s say you and your gay lover decide to murder an old schoolmate for a thrill, a la Leopold and Loeb.  What would make it more fun?  Why not invite his family over to your tony apartment and serve them dinner while his corpse is in a chest in the living room?  Oh, yes, and don’t forget to invite your creepy Nietzsche-spouting teacher (a miscast J-J-Jimmy Stewart) and engage him on the topic of the perfect murder.  And if you’re director Alfred Hitchcock, why not add to challenge and have it appear to take place in nearly one seamless shot?  As with Twelve Angry Men, New York is only really seen through a window, but it has a tangible presence all the same.  The intricate, glowing background model of the city plays a crucial role, as it demonstrates the thematic descent in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDtoywbO8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wvbO_gF9RhA/s1600-h/DogDayAfternoonPacino01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDtoywbO8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wvbO_gF9RhA/s320/DogDayAfternoonPacino01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219933253197839298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Dog Day Afternoon&lt;/span&gt; (1975). Let’s say you and your gay lover decide he needs a sex change operation.  Makes you a little less gay, I suppose, but the real question is: how are you going to pay for it?  By robbing a bank, of course.  When that turns into an armed standoff/impromptu gay-rights demonstration, I guess the only appropriate thing for the bank robber (Al Pacino) to do is to compare his plight a recent infamous prison riot.  Does any of this raucous comic-tragedy (filmed lovingly, once again, by Sidney Lumet) make any sense?  Of course not.   But it’s a true story, man.  It was the fucking seventies, man.  Attica!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDqDmqKPJI/AAAAAAAAABM/uXJJuk6rtjI/s1600-h/DoTheRightThingRadioMookie%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDqDmqKPJI/AAAAAAAAABM/uXJJuk6rtjI/s320/DoTheRightThingRadioMookie%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219929315760290962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do The Right Thing&lt;/span&gt; (1989). Bedford-Stuyvesant reaches a boil on the hottest day of the year.  Lee’s Brooklyn is hyper-saturated and scorching.  The bricks glow red, the sidewalks shimmer, pizza slices glisten, and the graffiti is all in gloriously late-80s day-glo.  Excellent performances from Giancarlo Esposito and Danny Aiello.  Radio Rahim picks up where Pacino left off, setting off a Brooklyn riot that is of course fundamentally about race but is superficially about Mookie’s hatred of the Boston Celtics and Rahim’s constitutional right to split eardrums with his boom box.  Does any of this make any sense? Well, yes, it does, especially when you consider that the small and seemingly trivial symbols are often the flash points of racial and cultural conflicts.  Furthermore, it was the fucking eighties, dude.  Fight the Power!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-1825619446473160953?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/1825619446473160953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=1825619446473160953' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1825619446473160953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1825619446473160953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-ten-movies-that-take-place-in.html' title='The Top Ten Movies That Take Place In Twenty-Four Hours Or Less And Entirely Within New York City'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01380828909591225099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/SHDoJD_GCqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/q6q9eX7HFtk/s72-c/new-york-city-fire-escapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-1359907274970862894</id><published>2008-04-17T21:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:41:21.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Terrible Movies Shown On Cable TV With Unnacountable Frequency</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;The Wedding Singer &lt;/em&gt;(1998).&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, yeah, it's a reasonably successful ($80 million) Adam Sandler romantic comedy, and cable TV loves Drew Barrymore. But still: why is this on just about every weekend, while fellow '90s Sandler mediocrity &lt;em&gt;Big Daddy&lt;/em&gt; collects more and more dust each year? &lt;em&gt;Big Daddy&lt;/em&gt; made $160 million! Apparently our overlords at VH1, TBS, and USA have decided that "The Wedding Singer" is the film for America to remember. Catch it on the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120888/tvschedule"&gt;Saturday after next&lt;/a&gt; on VH1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. (tie) &lt;em&gt;Daredevil &lt;/em&gt;(2003), &lt;em&gt;The Punisher&lt;/em&gt; (2004). &lt;/strong&gt;On the surface, this isn't so surprising, since the American public's appetite for mediocre movies based on comic books is apparently endless. But these movies were laughingstocks from the beginning: &lt;em&gt;Daredevil&lt;/em&gt;, along with &lt;em&gt;Reindeer Games&lt;/em&gt;, will continue to serve as a Ben Affleck career punchline for the next twent years (OK, OK, I guess &lt;em&gt;Armageddon&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Changing Lanes&lt;/em&gt;, or just about any Affleck movie could probably serve as a Ben Affleck punchline. Still: the point stands). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsarama.com/movies/Punisher/Tom_Jane_as_The_Punisher_pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.newsarama.com/movies/Punisher/Tom_Jane_as_The_Punisher_pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Punisher&lt;/em&gt;, meanwhile, featured a star-not-making performance by someone named &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005048/"&gt;Thomas Jane&lt;/a&gt;, who spent waaaay too much time in the weight room preparing for this role only to find himself, two years later, eking by with guest appearences on CBS's "Medium." Fat-faced John Travolta is also around, smirking unconvincingly, wearing a black suit with a black shirt and a black tie (get it? He's BAD!), and collecting his check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, despite Affleck, Jennifer Garner, and major summer-movie hype, &lt;em&gt;Daredevil &lt;/em&gt;raked in just $78 million at the box office. &lt;em&gt;The Punisher&lt;/em&gt;, in a comically feeble performance for a comic book movie, made just $33 million. People just don't want to watch these terrible movies. But don't tell FX, which is showing &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0287978/tvschedule"&gt;both&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0330793/tvschedule"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt; before the month is out (in fact, if you're free on Sunday April 27, you can see both on the same day!). It's mysterious to me why they both get oodles of cable TV love, while the flawed-but-semi-interesting Ang Lee/Eric Bana &lt;em&gt;Hulk&lt;/em&gt; is mercilessly mocked and very infrequently shown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. (three way tie) &lt;em&gt;Navy Seals &lt;/em&gt;(1990), &lt;em&gt;U.S. Marshals&lt;/em&gt; (1998), &lt;em&gt;S.W.A.T&lt;/em&gt;. (2003).&lt;/strong&gt; Even more than Drew Barrymore, cable TV &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; action movies about military or police units, especially when the movies have simple titles reflecting those same military or police units. I have some can't-miss &lt;a href="http://www.lovefilm.com/lovefilm/images/products/1/2881-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="234" alt="" src="http://www.lovefilm.com/lovefilm/images/products/1/2881-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ideas for Hollywood: how about Mark Wahlberg in &lt;em&gt;U.S. Army&lt;/em&gt;? Ed Norton in &lt;em&gt;Homeland Security&lt;/em&gt;? Ashton Kutcher in &lt;em&gt;Coast Guard&lt;/em&gt;? Wait a minute -- they made that last movie, except they stupidly called it "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0406816/"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/a&gt;." Now we never get to watch it on Spike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there's not much to be said for (or, really, about) any of these films. I'll nominate &lt;em&gt;Navy Seals&lt;/em&gt; as the most watchable of the three, simply beacuse of the inevitable Charlie Sheen-as-crazy-early '90s-wildman sighting. Is there anything more tame, or less threatening, than Charlie sheen as a crazy early '90s wildman? In this movie, if I remember right, Sheen demonstrates his "wild and rebellious" side early on, primarily by carrying on excessively in his Jeep convertible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're in the mood for a military-police action movie with a military-police organization title, you can check out &lt;em&gt;Navy Seals&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100232/tvschedule"&gt;on AMC &lt;/a&gt;this weekend, or &lt;em&gt;S.W.A.T.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0257076/tvschedule"&gt;on FX&lt;/a&gt; Somehow &lt;em&gt;U.S. Marshals&lt;/em&gt; isn't on TV for the next two weeks... get ready for a triple-bill in May!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. (tie) &lt;em&gt;The Wedding Planner&lt;/em&gt; (2001), &lt;em&gt;How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days&lt;/em&gt; (2003). &lt;/strong&gt;Matthew McConaughey! Matthew McConaughey! Matthew McConaughey! This guy knows how to get himself on cable TV. If he ever did a romantic comedy with Drew Barrymore, I think they'd have to start a totally new network devoted strictly to screening and re-screening that movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.independentcritics.com/images/how%20to%20lose%20a%20guy%20in%2010%20days%20SPLASH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.independentcritics.com/images/how%20to%20lose%20a%20guy%20in%2010%20days%20SPLASH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of these movies did pretty well at the box office, but really... do they justify this kind of treatment? If I have to channel-surf past that brutal &lt;em&gt;Wedding Planner &lt;/em&gt;scene where McConaughey and J-Lo 'accidentally' take dance lessons together one more time, I think I'll spontaneously combust. McConaughey plays a doctor in this movie. A fucking doctor! (This would rate highly on a possible future list of 'Most Implausible Performances By Hollywood Actors Playing Characters With Advanced Degrees'). &lt;em&gt;How To Lose A Guy... &lt;/em&gt;was a bigger hit, I think, but that doesn't explain why it is literally on TV once every two weeks. It's like you're watching an actual TV series or something, except the show bounces around between TNT, USA, TBS, AMC, FX, etc, and in every single episode Matthew McConaughey takes Kate Hudson to the fucking Knicks game, only to miss the buzzer-beating shot. Man, that's frustrating! I need to watch it again in two weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, I'm in luck. &lt;em&gt;How To Lose A Guy... &lt;/em&gt;is actually airing (twice!) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0251127/tvschedule"&gt;on USA&lt;/a&gt; next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-1359907274970862894?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/1359907274970862894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=1359907274970862894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1359907274970862894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1359907274970862894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2008/04/8-terrible-movies-shown-on-cable-tv.html' title='8 Terrible Movies Shown On Cable TV With Unnacountable Frequency'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-599989054570953435</id><published>2008-03-18T17:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:01:17.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Unfinished Works of Art</title><content type='html'>I've always loved that Borges story about the author facing the firing squad to whom God grants a year to himself to finish his play (just in his own mind, in the half-second before the bullets are fired). Standing in that courtyard, he completes the play mentally to his satisfaction, and the guns go off as soon as he gets the last line right. Anyway, it got me thinking about great incomplete works of art. Here are some that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;9th Symphony&lt;/span&gt;, Anton Bruckner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly my favorite symphony. Bruckner left some sketches for the last movement but they are apparently not nearly as good as the first three (he was pretty sick at the time).  I recommend the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FBruckner-Symphony-No-ed-Nowak%2Fdp%2FB000026CWK&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;cheap and wonderful Tintner recording&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;on Naxos, if anyone is curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Castle&lt;/span&gt;, Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never actually finished a novel, did he? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Trial&lt;/span&gt; does at least have a conclusion written, and one could imagine him filling in the gaps pretty easily. I'm not sure how this novel could end, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Triumph of Life&lt;/span&gt;, Percy Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written on loose scraps of paper, and covered with sketches of the boat that he would soon die in (with Keats's poems in his pocket). I also love the famous little &lt;a href="http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1882.html"&gt;"To the Moon" fragment&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=14822&amp;tabview=image"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Norham Castle, Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Joseph Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of a huge collection of canvases that he never finished. I believe he also left behind a huge sheaf of dirty drawings that were only recently discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The First Man&lt;/span&gt;, Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found handwritten next to him in the car that he crashed in and published decades later. It would have been a masterpiece, and even as it stands is my &lt;a href="http://occasionalreview.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-man-by-albert-camus.html"&gt;favorite book by Camus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll Keep It With Mine&lt;/span&gt;, Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer to the stopgap version on the 2nd volume of the bootleg series.  I realize that there is a "completed" piano version, but it is not nearly as good as this was about to get before he stopped recording. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She's Your Lover Now&lt;/span&gt; is a damn great fragment as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In Search of Lost Time&lt;/span&gt;, Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very close to done, but there are still huge unincorporated chunks, characters that die and reappear, and other little humps that Proust could have fixed if he'd had another year or two. This should probably be higher on the list than, say, a single Dylan song, but let's ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quartettsatz&lt;/span&gt;, Franz Schubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely first movement for string quartet. That symphony he never finished is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last Essays&lt;/span&gt;, George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wonderful essay on Waugh breaks off mid-sentence, and the unpublished drafts of things like "Such, Such Were the Joys" are some of the greatest things he ever wrote.    He really deserved a little more time. But then I suppose he did already survive being shot through the neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-599989054570953435?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/599989054570953435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=599989054570953435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/599989054570953435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/599989054570953435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-unfinished-works-of-art.html' title='Best Unfinished Works of Art'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-8521414884707696064</id><published>2008-01-11T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:42:26.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Best Story Songs</title><content type='html'>The only rule was that there had to be a fairly coherent narrative that was continued from verse to verse. And I left off show tunes since the narrative isn't entirely contained within the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnny Cash, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Streets of Laredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traditional song, but it's entirely his - especially the cover on American IV. Cash changes the lyrics a little - the cowboy has been shot instead of cut down by a venereal disease - but the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streets_of_Laredo_(song)"&gt;original lyrics&lt;/a&gt; would have spoiled the mood, as venereal diseases so often do. Cash's cover of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Long Black Veil&lt;/span&gt; might also belong on this list, despite the fact that he starts laughing in the middle (another mood spoiler).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Wrens, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;13 Months in 6 Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has one of the best sets of lyrics I've ever seen - even if you have to read the liner notes to follow them at all, since they are mumbled and low in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Joni Mitchell, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bruce Springsteen, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unbearably sad story.  Story songs tend to be either incredibly sad or funny.  As a corrective that doesn't merit being on this list, here is Ray Stevens singing &lt;a href="http://www.ziplo.com/grandpa.htm"&gt;I Am My Own Grandpa.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Loretta Lynn, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Van Lear Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love story about her own parents. Country music seems to be the only genre (with the possible exception of rap) that doesn't seem to have given up on the story song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Outkast, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Da Art of Storytellin' (Part I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually two stories back to back - its place on the list is largely merited by Andre 3000s contribution (the second verse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bob Dylan, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clothes Line Saga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that Dylan has probably written "better" story songs, but I can rarely listen to Hurricane or even 115th Dream without wishing them a little shorter (Lily +  whatever + Jack of Hearts I skip entirely) - this song I always listen to, and I can't imagine anyone else even trying to imitate it, let alone write it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Townes van Zandt, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pancho and Lefty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His version at the Old Quarter is far superior to every cover I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. John Prine, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;6 o'clock News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prine is another great narrative songwriter.  The song follows a boy from birth to death ("Wanda had a baby, in 1951 / the father was a stranger, a stranger was the son") - with each repetition of the chorus going back to the moment of the boy's conception ("C'mon baby, spend the night with me"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ron Sexsmith, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Strawberry Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tale of childhood, happier this time -- seeing a girl from elementary school years later grown up with her own child. The element of time can lend story songs a special poignancy that can't quite be duplicated by non-narrative lyrics, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Gillian Welch, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One More Dollar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tale that everyone can relate to - an early frost prevents us from getting work picking fruit trees, and so we turn unwisely to gambling to try to pay our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Richard Thompson, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beeswing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous gorgeous song. It's pretty amazing how long he's been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Guy Clark, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let Him Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sappy, but everyone needs that sometimes.  "It was white port wine that put that look in his eyes, that grown men get when they need to cry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pulp, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Disco 2000&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dangerous to attach a year to a song, but for some reason it works on me even more now, since I have to think about how long ago I listened to it.  Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-8521414884707696064?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/8521414884707696064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=8521414884707696064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/8521414884707696064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/8521414884707696064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-story-songs.html' title='Best Story Songs'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3344890337072073595</id><published>2007-12-21T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:28:53.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Most Awesome Moustaches In History</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some of my friends and I are going to enjoy a mustachioed New Year's Eve, and in honor of our approaching festivities, I thought I'd compile a list of the ten baddest moustaches in history. Let's get started:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarising.com/astrology/celebs/images2/A/adolfhitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="227" alt="" src="http://www.librarising.com/astrology/celebs/images2/A/adolfhitler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. Adolf Hitler. I wanted to keep him of this list, but it would be dishonest. The slim shrub of hair on his upper lip barely counts as a moustache--it's more like a northerly soul patch than anything else. And yet Hitler owns it. In the sixty years since Hitler's death, no one has worn "the Hitler" except Hitler impersonators. No other facial hair style can possibly evoke such horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/3396421.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=DAC7A34C488C04DFCE48C08B00231836A55A1E4F32AD3138"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="142" alt="" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/3396421.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=DAC7A34C488C04DFCE48C08B00231836A55A1E4F32AD3138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Joseph Stalin. Let's dispense with the dictators. Martin Amis has a terrific passage in &lt;em&gt;Koba The Dread&lt;/em&gt; where he compares the evils of "The Big Moustache and the Little Moustache." Brief recap: Hitler was worse, but Stalin's moustache was better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trivia for all of you: name three current world leaders with moustaches. Answer in white text on this line. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pervez Musharraf (Pakistan), Mahmoud Abbas (Palestine), Joseph Kabila (Democratic Republic of the Congo).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.logoi.com/notes/img/genghis-khan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="220" alt="" src="http://www.logoi.com/notes/img/genghis-khan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. Genghis Khan. Damn, what is it with moustaches and evil conquering assholes? I'm guessing that Genghis didn't actually, uh, sit for this portrait -- and some representations of him show a full beard -- but I'm going to give it to him anyway. That mean slope on those whiskers says only one thing: Tatars of the steppe, you better watch your motherfucking backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mog.com/pictures/wikipedia/12731/460px-George_Harrison_1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="211" alt="" src="http://mog.com/pictures/wikipedia/12731/460px-George_Harrison_1974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. George Harrison. Not all moustaches are bloodthirsty. Who could be a better antidote to Adolf, Josef, and Genghis than The Mildest Beatle? Lots of rockers attempted the long-hair-and-stache look in the mid-70s, but few wore it better than the Dark Horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y190/bbbbblog/fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="169" alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y190/bbbbblog/fingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Rollie Fingers. The first closer in baseball was also the owner of the best moustache in sports history. Grab a hold of them handlebars, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trivia: who was the last MVP of each major pro league (NFL, MLB, NBA) with a moustache? (Answers in white). &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NFL: Randall Cunningham, Minnesota Vikings, 1998. MLB: Jeff Kent, San Francisco Giants, 1990. NBA: Karl Malone, Utah Jazz, 1999.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/americanhistory/1/0/u/9/27_taft_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="218" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/americanhistory/1/0/u/9/27_taft_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. William Howard Taft. Eveybody talks about Teddy Roosevelt, but Taft was our last president with facial hair. His moustache also kicks the hell out of T.R.'s comparatively feeble whiskers. Who doesn't love a fat man with a bushy mustache? It's possible that William Howard Taft came closer to looking like an actual walrus than any human being in human history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: who was the last major-party presidential candidate to wear a moustache? (Answer in white) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thomas Dewey, 1948.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/98/280018371_012d3a929c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="247" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/98/280018371_012d3a929c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.art.com/images/-/Tom-Selleck---Magnum-PI--C10102602.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="187" alt="" src="http://images.art.com/images/-/Tom-Selleck---Magnum-PI--C10102602.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. (Tie) Burt Reynolds and Tom Selleck. The Bandit vs. Magnum, P.I. Smoldering machismo vs. smoldering machismo. The '70s stache vs. the '80s stache. Burt's whiskers have a &lt;a href="http://burtsstache.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;; Tom's have a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tomsellecksmoustache"&gt;rock band&lt;/a&gt;. How do you choose? You don't. You sleep with both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, both Burt and Tom won serious cred by holding onto their whiskers well past the period of fashionability. Tom wore his well into the '90s--including his memorable guest-stint on "Friends"--and Burt was still sporting one as of the latest "Dukes of Hazzard" movie. These aren't fly-by-night facial-hair phonies, people. These are Men of the Moustache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trivia: Who was the last man to collect the Academy Award for Best Actor while wearing a moustache? (Answer in white). &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;F. Murray Abraham, "Amadeus," 1984. Paul Newman may or may not have been wearing a moustache in 1986, when he won for "The Color of Money," but he didn't show up to the ceremony.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chgs.umn.edu/museum/responses/trachtman/images/13A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="178" alt="" src="http://www.chgs.umn.edu/museum/responses/trachtman/images/13A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Otto von Bismarck. I guess you could go with Chaplin or Dali or Zappa here, but while those guys were probably all assholes, the #1 moustache should go to an asshole who made war. Moustaches are apparently much more belligerent than watching a lot of gay porn might lead you to believe: Hitler, Stalin, Genghis Kahn, Bismark, Saddam Hussein, and the list goes on. I have a feeling I'm going to start acting like a total cock on New Years' Eve for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3344890337072073595?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3344890337072073595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3344890337072073595' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3344890337072073595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3344890337072073595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-most-awesome-moustaches-in-history.html' title='10 Most Awesome Moustaches In History'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2317923431252573937</id><published>2007-12-13T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:04:08.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five Music Videos for 1980s movie theme songs</title><content type='html'>The movie theme song music video is a delicate art, and the 80s were a pioneering time in their development.  There are many &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Huey Lewis and the News, "The Power of Love," from &lt;i&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/i&gt;.  The video has a two minute intro featuring Doc Brown arriving at a Huey Lewis show in the Delorean.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFaXTcR4dtE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFaXTcR4dtE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes, "Time of My Life," from &lt;i&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/i&gt;.  What is awesome about this video is that I can watch it and never feel the need to ever see &lt;i&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/i&gt;, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0bzJT61kuo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0bzJT61kuo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kenny Loggins, "(Highway to the) Danger Zone", from &lt;i&gt;Top Gun&lt;/i&gt;.  Kenny Loggins + Fighter Jets = Awesome.  Also: Iceman and Goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1a_ikfUico&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1a_ikfUico&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Survivor, "Eye of the Tiger", from &lt;i&gt;Rocky III&lt;/i&gt;.  Sadly, I can't find the actual Survivor video on Youtube, but it is on &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1861512796526677598&amp;q=Survivor+Eye+of+the+Tiger&amp;total=1127&amp;start=0&amp;num=10&amp;so=0&amp;type=search&amp;plindex=6"&gt;google video (possibly from China)&lt;/a&gt;.  It features the members of Survivor walking in time down the street while singing the song, and is reasonably awesome.  Even more awesome, however, is the opening montage from &lt;i&gt;Rocky III&lt;/i&gt;, depicted below, in which Rocky, now the champion, goes soft doing American Express ads and appearing on the Muppet Show while Clubber Lang (Mr. T) does some serious ass-kicking.  You see, it is Clubber Lang, and not Rocky, who has the eye of the tiger by the end of the montage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrOawFUdFfU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrOawFUdFfU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. John Parr, "St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion)" from &lt;i&gt;St. Elmo's Fire.&lt;/i&gt;  The movie itself is a self-indulgent, taking-itself-way-too-seriously Joel Schumacher-directed tale of post-college life of a group of friends in 1980s Georgetown, which gave rise to the term "Brat Pack" for its cast (Rob Lowe, Demi Moore, Judd Nelson, Ally Sheedy, Andrew McCarthy, Emilio Estevez, Mare Winningham).  The song is a fairly standard 80s anthem, apparently originally written as the theme song for some guy in a wheel-chair who was at the time going around the world to spread awareness for spinal cord injuries.  The video is particularly awesome, featuring the perfect blend of scenes from the movie and shots of the ridiculous John Parr.  Be sure to watch to the end, which features John Parr chilling out with the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVf4_WglzWA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVf4_WglzWA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2317923431252573937?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2317923431252573937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2317923431252573937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2317923431252573937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2317923431252573937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-five-music-videos-for-1980s-movie.html' title='Top Five Music Videos for 1980s movie theme songs'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009426117638986845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-1225787893693038454</id><published>2007-12-10T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:04:19.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>10 Great Novel Endings</title><content type='html'>Didn't some great critic or sage once say that the worst part of every great novel was its ending?  That it's impossible, and artificial, to depart so abruptly from a rich world that has just been created?  Or something like that.  Maybe so, but here are 10 of my favorite such departures--and perhaps the best rebuttal to the 'anti-ending' argument I could come up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: I'm using a liberal definition of "ending"--I don't just mean the final page or chapter necessarily, but the way the author takes leave of the larger universe of the novel.  Although a smashing final page or line doesn't hurt, either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  John O'Hara, &lt;em&gt;Appointment In Samarra&lt;/em&gt;.  O'Hara's hero, Julian English, completes his self-destruction in the final chapter.  After mixing a highball drink in an enormous flower vase, he lurches into the garage and poisons himself with CO2 -- while semi-consciously regretting his actions the entire time.  Has to be one of the best and most sensitive suicide scenes in literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Frank Norris, &lt;em&gt;McTeague&lt;/em&gt;.  It's impossible to render the context for this one fairly, but suffice it to say it involves a man handcuffed to the corpse of his former best friend, dying of thirst in the middle of Death Valley.  Hard to beat for pure brutality, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thomas Hardy, &lt;em&gt;Tess of the D'urbervilles&lt;/em&gt;.  Hardy wrote a lot of great endings, and I was tempted to go for the near-triple drowning in &lt;em&gt;Return of the Native... &lt;/em&gt;but nothing beats Stonehenge (yes, that counts as part of the ending sequence).  I guess it's probably inevitable that a best-endings-of-all-time list would have considerable overlap with a favorite-books-of-all-time list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Martin Amis, &lt;em&gt;Time's Arrow&lt;/em&gt;.  I read this thinking it was more or less an exercise in cheerful gimmickry.  The ending (or the last quarter or so of the book) got me pretty good.  Back, back, into the darkness. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. Jane Austen, &lt;em&gt;Persuasion&lt;/em&gt;.  Gut-punch tragedies have a natural advantage over happy endings, but there should be at least one place on here for a brisk, beautifully executed triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kazuo Ishiguro, &lt;em&gt;Remains of the Day&lt;/em&gt;.  The suffocating melancholy here is a nice contrast against the special-effects melodrama of &lt;em&gt;Samarra&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;McTeague&lt;/em&gt;.  As I think we discussed in the "saddest books" list, sad doesn't have to be showy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4.  F. Scott Fitzgerald, &lt;em&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/em&gt;.  The most famous ending in American literature?  (The "boats against the current" bit made it onto season 2 of &lt;em&gt;The Wire&lt;/em&gt;).  It deserves the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Edith Wharton, &lt;em&gt;The Age of Innocence&lt;/em&gt;.  Quietly crushing, like the Ishiguro, but even a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vladmir Nabokov, &lt;em&gt;Lolita&lt;/em&gt;.  Amid the hilarity and perversity and the virtuosity, people forget that this thing is a real heartbreaker at the end.  Humbert's last visit with Dolly is gorgeously wrought, as is his final, misty-eyed ramble through the countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. William Faulkner, &lt;em&gt;Absalom, Absalom.&lt;/em&gt;  Beyond everything else, Faulkner practically squeezes the tragedy of the Sutpens, the Compsons, and American history into just a few lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Now I want you to tell me just one thing more.  Why do you hate the South?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'I don't hate it,' he said. &lt;em&gt;I dont hate it &lt;/em&gt;he thought, panting the cold air, the iron New England dark: &lt;em&gt;I dont.  I dont!  I dont hate it!  I dont hate it!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-1225787893693038454?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/1225787893693038454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=1225787893693038454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1225787893693038454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1225787893693038454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/12/10-great-novel-endings.html' title='10 Great Novel Endings'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7028874779871374523</id><published>2007-11-08T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T03:41:35.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Historical Novels - Another Addendum</title><content type='html'>I love Matt and Akshay's lists and felt compelled to add one of my own. If The Confessions of Nat Turner and The Hunchback of Notre Dame hadn't been mentioned I would definitely have included them on mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities – I forget if this is Dickens’ only or one of his two historical novels. It’s wonderfully inaccurate (was it Orwell who complained that Dickens was responsible for making everyone associate carriages with death?), more a pastiche with the French terror as a backdrop, and terribly entertaining. I read it again a few years ago after slogging through it in high school and managed to tear through it in a day. Damn you, Madame Defarge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Isaac Bashevis Singer, The Manor and The Estate – It’s the history of a rich Jewish family in Poland from 1862 until the end of the 19th century, plotted like an 800 page train wreck, with one disaster befalling the tragically imperfect Calman Jacoby and his daughters after the other. From Singer’s introduction: “All the spiritual and intellectual ideas that triumphed in the modern era had their roots in the world of that time – socialism and nationalism, Zionism and assimilationism, nihilism and anarchism, suffragettism, atheism, the weakening of the family bond, free love, and even the beginnings of Fascism.” There’s also a paragraph in the text dedicated to vegetarianism. I don’t think a similar novel of our own time concentrating on “post-modernism and Christian fundamentalism, anti-Islamo-fascism and Obama-fascination,” would carry as great a weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Philip Roth, American Pastoral – The best American novel of the last 30 or so years may not count as historical, as Roth lived through all the events he describes. But there’s a strangeness with which he recreates the optimism of post-war Newark in the 40s and 50s and then the horrors of the 60s. John complained in a comment on a previous list that he disliked soundtracks that lazily presented the 60s as a wild and crazy time. American Pastoral is the only work of art that has convinced me that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, Primo Levi, If Not Now, When? – Levi did a great deal of research to imagine an alternative life during World War II, not as a Holocaust detainee, but as a partisan fighter whose suffering seemed to have more meaning and purpose. The Jew who expresses his sympathy for Dresden’s victims felt like a liberal transplant from 1982, when the novel was written, but I was willing to forgive the transgression.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Cancer Ward – Solzhenitsyn wrote a true historical magnum opus about World War I which I haven’t read, but Cancer Ward brings back a very specific moment during the Khruschev Thaw, when Stalin’s victims were just coming to terms with the hell of their camps, and everyone was looking forward, very uncertainly to a less-than-promising future. I’ve met quite a few Eastern Europeans who have told me that this book actually speaks to their feelings right after 1989. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ivo Andric, The Days of the Consuls, a.k.a. Bosnian Story, a.k.a. Bosnian Chronicle – Andric’s claustrophobic book is about a group of second-rate diplomats stationed in Travnik, Bosnia during the Napoleonic Wars.  It touches anyone whose ever been an expatriate stationed in a small country, and who comes from an empire about to be neutered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7028874779871374523?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7028874779871374523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7028874779871374523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7028874779871374523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7028874779871374523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/11/historical-novels-another-addendum.html' title='Historical Novels - Another Addendum'/><author><name>Paul Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595213839623449436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-6126057481733236374</id><published>2007-11-07T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:10:17.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Historical Novels: An Addendum</title><content type='html'>Akshay's list is terrific -- a great topic, and fascinating-sounding selections (I say that because, not in spite of, having read only one of his ten honorees). Is it thunder-stealing, or thunder-appreciating, to offer a mini list of my own? I hope the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. William Gilmore Simms, &lt;em&gt;The Scout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;If you don't count Poe -- and there are good reasons for not counting Poe -- Simms is the dean of antebellum Southern novelists. I know, I know, that's like being the dean of Burmese gangsta rappers. But I enjoyed this Revolutionary War novel significantly more than anything historical by Fenimore Cooper, Simms's Northern model in the genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Victor Hugo, &lt;em&gt;The Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;This is my version of &lt;em&gt;The Shogun -- &lt;/em&gt;I read it at 14, loved it, and don't care to know if it's actually just gassy romanticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. William Styron, &lt;em&gt;Confessions of Nat Turner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Styron's version of the Turner rebellion was historically and politically controversial (OK with Eugene Genovese, not OK with certain black activists), but it works for me. Having read some of the academic history about Turner, I'd have to say this is another example (like Vidal's &lt;em&gt;Lincoln&lt;/em&gt;) where brilliant, thoughtful fiction totally outshines workmanlike historical scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. John Updike, &lt;em&gt;Memoirs of the Ford Administration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Really a book-in-a-book -- Updike's narrator is an oversexed history prof in the '70s, writing a fictional life of James Buchanan. Both books are good, and Updike's quasi-defense of possibly The Worst President In History is surprisingly compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Robert Graves, &lt;em&gt;I Claudius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Along with its sequel, &lt;em&gt;Claudius The God&lt;/em&gt;, this is endless fun. A sharp, distinctive, enduring take on all the personalities of the early Empire (partly lifted from Suetonius, but that's OK). Better than &lt;em&gt;HBO's Rome&lt;/em&gt;, and I liked&lt;em&gt; Rome.&lt;/em&gt; Has anyone read anything else by Graves? He has a 400 page novel on Belisarius which sounds pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honorable Mentions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* William Faulkner, &lt;em&gt;Absalom, Absalom&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Is this a historical novel? Sure, John C. Calhoun and Robert E. Lee don't make appearences, but this book IS the antebellum South. That should count for something. And if it does count, it has to be #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* William Thackeray&lt;em&gt;, Henry&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Esmond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;. Surely THE WORST historical novel I've ever read. I loved, loved, loved &lt;em&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/em&gt;, but this -- supposed to be Thackeray's #2 or #3 -- is dry, stilted, and repetitive. Wikipedia says it's about the Jacobite rebellion, but I swear I've forgotten everything about this book. A shame, because the sequel, &lt;em&gt;The Virginians&lt;/em&gt;, sounds promising on paper. But after that nightmare, I'm not gonna bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-6126057481733236374?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/6126057481733236374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=6126057481733236374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6126057481733236374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6126057481733236374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/11/historical-novels-addendum.html' title='Historical Novels: An Addendum'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-5835257374003184649</id><published>2007-11-06T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:14:32.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novels'/><title type='text'>Best Historical Novels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Note: there are huge gaps in my knowledge. I haven't read any Graves or Scott or Manzoni, so this is rather incomplete.  Also, I'm not sure I have a particularly coherent idea of what actually makes something a historical novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stendhal, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Charterhouse of Parma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Man, this book was fun to read! I'm not totally sure that it counts as a historical novel, since the events took place during Stendhal's lifetime and he actually did fight with Napoleon. But it has a historical novel air that is somehow missing from, for example, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;War and Peace&lt;/span&gt;. I think Stendhal based a lot of the court intrigue off much older Italian memoirs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marguerite Yourcenar, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Memoirs of Hadrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A really wonderful book, and it weaves its spell not through physical period detail - of which there is surprisingly little - but by recreating habits of thought.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Penelope Fitzgerald, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Blue Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A life of the poet Novalis and Fitzgerald's last, great book. One of the saddest last pages in modern literature. Her final three or four books were all wonderful historical novels.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anthony Burgess, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nothing Like the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have a weakness for lives of artists. This one is about Shakespeare, written in a beautiful mix of modern and Elizabethan English.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Virginia Woolf, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orlando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Proceeds gleefully through three hundreds years of history with Queen Elizabeth and Alexander Pope as main figures, along with a shifting stable of characters who appear to be virtually immortal and keep changing gender. One of the most delightful and baffling and infuriating books I've ever read.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. John Fowles, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The French Lieutenant's Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've never quite looked at a Victorian novel the same way after finishing this book, even though some of its narrative tricks annoyed me a great deal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gore Vidal, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I haven't read much other Vidal outside the essays, but I did enjoy this book a lot. I'm not sure it's of the same caliber as the other books on the list, but we need some Americans on this list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. J. G. Farrell, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Siege of Krishnapur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A wonderful read - immensely funny and exciting and also an interesting meditation on the nature of progress. I was a little offended by how the Sepoys were portrayed, but I got over my outraged national feeling - Farrell's representation makes a lot more sense than a noble Hollywood Sepoy walk-on would have.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Italo Calvino, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Baron in the Trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://occasionalreview.blogspot.com/2006/10/baron-in-trees-by-italo-calvino.html"&gt;A delight!&lt;/a&gt; Probably the most purely pleasurable book on the list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Patrick White, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Voss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A rather disturbing tale about the exploration of the Australian outback in, I think, the early 19th century. I read it a long time ago and have forgotten most of it except for the rather horrifying conclusion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. James Clavell, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shogun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When I was twelve, I was pretty sure this was the greatest book ever written. I'm scared to look at it again because I have no real desire to find out that it's just cheesy epic romance. Anyway, even if it is, it is damn good cheesy epic romance.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-5835257374003184649?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/5835257374003184649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=5835257374003184649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/5835257374003184649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/5835257374003184649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-historical-novels.html' title='Best Historical Novels'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4097523288015410732</id><published>2007-10-17T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:30:11.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>6 Terrible Vice Presidents</title><content type='html'>A lazy list, but no one's posted in a month, and I'd like to keep this thing going.  It seems to be a law of American politics that there can be no great Vice Presidents, only unmemorable or awful ones.  Surely it has to do with the structure of the job.  Anyway, here's a haphazard list of six of the worst, in rough (but probably not comprehensive) order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. William Rufus King (VP to Franklin Pierce, 1853).&lt;/strong&gt;  Probably the most important qualification for Vice President is staying alive--aside from hanging out in the Senate and breaking the occasional tie, that's really all a VP is supposed to do.  And yet seven Vice Presidents have died in office -- more VPs than actual commanders-in-chief, even though to my knowledge no has ever seriously attempted, let alone suceeded in, assassinating a Vice President.   A VP dying in the middle of a term is an odd and frustrating kind of quirk -- a little like when a backup quarterback has to go on injured reserve for some kind of off-the-field accident.  Anyway, King is the worst of the dying VPs: he managed to stay alive in office for just over a month.  Also, he helped fuck up a decisive Quizzo question for John, Drew and I at the Bards one night.  Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. John C. Calhoun (VP to John Quincy Adams and Andrew Jackson, 1825-1832).  &lt;/strong&gt;Calhoun was the only Vice President to serve under two consecutive and hostile administrations.  He was also the only Vice President to be loathed by two consecutive and hostile administrations.  He scores high on the terrible meter for leading the almost-traitorous nullification movement while still a sitting VP, and for coming off like a major league asshole to nearly everyone in politics who wasn't one of his South Carolina flunkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. John C. Breckinridge (VP to James Buchanan, 1857-1861).  &lt;/strong&gt;Calhoun was a near-traitor while in office, but Breckinridge did him better by becoming an actual traitor immediately after leaving office.  The only VP (aside from John Tyler, who was also a President, and hence doesn't really count) to join the Confederacy, Breck spent most of the war as general in the CSA army.  The fact that he was by most accounts an incompetent politician-general mitigates his perfidy, but doesn't erase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Spiro Agnew (VP to Richard Nixon, 1969-1973).  &lt;/strong&gt;As a native Marylander, I have this to say to Spiro Agnew: fuck you!  And fuck Roger "Dred Scott" Taney, too.  Unless Paris Glendening leads a miraculous dark-horse movement to steal the Democratic nomination in '08, those two chuckleheads will remain Maryland's greatest actors in national political history.  Oh, OK, Thurgood Marshall at #3 helps us somewhat, but Spiro was still a total dickhead who deserves the everlasting condemnation of all fellow Marylanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Aaron Burr (VP to Thomas Jefferson, 1801-1805).  &lt;/strong&gt;He killed a guy, while in office.  As Vice President, he fucking capped a dude in the chest and killed him.  And not just any dude -- a fucking legitimate, top-five, real-deal Founding Father.  Is that terrible, or just really badass?  Why aren't there more gangsta rap songs dedicated to Aaron Burr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, all right, committing murder while Vice President is pretty awful, especially when I don't think he really needed to do it.  Running from the law and committing treason (even feckless, hopeless, ineffectual treason) immediately afterward is bad, too -- not to mention the whole attempt to get himself elected, bogusly, over Jefferson.  But it's hard to hate Burr &lt;em&gt;too much&lt;/em&gt; because he was such a charming, amoral rake, and Gore Vidal wrote such a readable book from his  perspective, stuffed with vicious-but-plausible insights like the idea that George Washington had the lower body of a large, awkward woman.   #2 seems like the right spot for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Dick Cheney (VP to George W. Bush, 2000-2008).&lt;/strong&gt;  The most powerful VP of all time.  Which I guess could be a good thing, if he weren't actually an evil fucker from planet Destructo.  The temptation is to make Burr #1 most terrible, but in the larger perspective of history, Burr wasn't really more than an opportunistic pipsqueak who didn't accomplish much one way or the other.  Cheney, on the other hand, has accomplished a giant fuckload of irreperable harm.  Even if he has worse aim with a gun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4097523288015410732?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4097523288015410732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4097523288015410732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4097523288015410732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4097523288015410732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/10/6-terrible-vice-presidents.html' title='6 Terrible Vice Presidents'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-289218164613669935</id><published>2007-09-28T19:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:30:16.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>11 Best Harmonies on Record</title><content type='html'>A lost art! Or an ignored one. I was hoping the boy bands might bring some of it back, but their harmonies ended up being big boring blocks of monotone sound. Strangely enough, most of the best modern harmonies don't even come from groups -- they come from the same singer tracking different vocals over each other. Sadly, this strategy mainly communicates a sense of internal division and alienation instead of the old joy of singing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ooh Baby Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What comment is possible? It's on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uThnUmWRCCs"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;, unfortunately along with a bunch of someone's semi-erotic comic book art.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Everly Brothers, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cathy's Clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pretty mind blowing.  Apparently served as an inspiration to the both the Beatles and Elliott Smith, who are included below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sam Cooke and the Soul Stirrers, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That's Heaven to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just picking one out of dozens of really beautiful performances.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Beatles, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baby's in Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What astonishes me about this song is that the harmonies sound like they're completely improvised, unlike, say, another classic like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;, where they are clearly planned out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Beach Boys, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In My Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ach, touched by God! Or whatever the modern secular equivalent might be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Marvelettes, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Please Mr. Postman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There should probably be more girl groups on this list, but my knowledge is very limited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Curtis Mayfield and the Attractions, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm So Proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Curtis Mayfield is amazing. I love his doo-woppy period better than the more well-known funk one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Radiohead, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The "I keep falling over" harmonies on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Black Star&lt;/span&gt; are also wonderful, but they're also pretty much the only ones in the song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Neil Young, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Through My Sails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who knew that high nasal voice could harmonize so beautifully?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ron Sexsmith, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Raindrops in my Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A gorgeous song. I recommend Sexsmith to anyone I can get to listen. Dylan just played this song on his radio show, which I was very pleased about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Elliott Smith, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Say Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Low on the list only because the harmonies occur during a very small part of the song - "crooked spin can't come to rest." But they always give me a bit of a chill.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-289218164613669935?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/289218164613669935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=289218164613669935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/289218164613669935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/289218164613669935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/09/11-best-harmonies_28.html' title='11 Best Harmonies on Record'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-8990928958104924696</id><published>2007-09-20T15:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:36:29.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Shows at Austin City Limits Festival 2007</title><content type='html'>Going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt; means braving a crowd of 65,000, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;porta&lt;/span&gt;-potties, and oppressive Texas heat.  I didn't see a lot of the 130 bands and of the ones I did there were some disappointments (The National and Peter, Bjorn, and John were two of the major ones). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some that made it worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gotan&lt;/span&gt; Project&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ryan Shaw&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DeVotchKa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  James Hunter&lt;br /&gt;5.  Raul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Malo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Pete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  LCD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soundsystem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Lucinda Williams&lt;br /&gt;9.  MIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-8990928958104924696?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/8990928958104924696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=8990928958104924696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/8990928958104924696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/8990928958104924696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/09/favorite-shows-at-austin-city-limits.html' title='Favorite Shows at Austin City Limits Festival 2007'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-8934850108006375124</id><published>2007-09-11T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:03:32.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Documentaries</title><content type='html'>The posts about the best/worst use of music in film made me think about movies about music. Since there are a lot of music documentaries I haven't seen that are supposed to be very good I won't call this list the best but rather just a few really good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buena Vista Social Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how many of these musicians hadn't played in years, even decades, before putting this band together. This is a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gimme Shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite parts of this movie are watching the reactions of the Stones as they are watching the footage of Altamont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You're Gonna Miss Me / The Devil and Daniel Johnston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grouped these together since they are both stories of mentally ill but very talented Austin musicians. I think the contrast between how the two of them handle their illnesses is really interesting. Daniel is obsessed with being famous and is willing to exploit his illness to become famous (for example, when he says he draws ducks in his artwork because they help him fight the devil you wonder if he really thinks that or if he knows saying that will increase the value of the drawing) while Roky seems like he would be more than happy to be just left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Standing in the Shadows of Motown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great unsung heroes story but it loses some points for overstating the importance of the musicians ("anyone could have been singing those songs" - I mean, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;?) and for featuring live performances by Ben Harper and Montell Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. New York Doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Killer Kane is so, so likeable in this movie, and so are the women he works with at the Mormon library who are all atwitter when they find out they work with a rock star. Even knowing before starting it how the movie would end (I don't want to ruin it if someone doesn't know and wants to watch it) it still made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't Look Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I would like this movie more if I had been born in the 50s. But, it is good. The best scene is the opening which makes it kind of anti-climatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-8934850108006375124?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/8934850108006375124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=8934850108006375124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/8934850108006375124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/8934850108006375124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/09/music-documentaries.html' title='Music Documentaries'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3272075746235813073</id><published>2007-09-06T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:57:25.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat people'/><title type='text'>Luciano Pavarotti, RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RuAVXb5sp6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/w-t5aF2ibaQ/s1600-h/pavarotti3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RuAVXb5sp6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/w-t5aF2ibaQ/s320/pavarotti3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107105469809076130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with &lt;a href="http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/elvis-aaron-presley-rip.html"&gt;my fondness for the King of Rock 'n' Roll&lt;/a&gt;, I have a soft spot for the King of High C's, who &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/06/arts/music/06pavarotti.html?_r=1&amp;hp&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;died this morning&lt;/a&gt; of pancreatic cancer. (Also fits into my admiration of &lt;a href="http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/four-fat-presidents.html"&gt;powerful fat men&lt;/a&gt;.)  While I couldn't find any footage of old Lucky singing to basset hounds, it was easy to compile  some fine moments.  You'll notice I don't include any bullshit duets with Michael Bolton (assclown!) or Andrea Bocelli (faker!), or Christmas specials, or anything that isn't an aria.  All that was beneath the big man, and the point of today is honoring him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ky271W94VHA"&gt;Pavarotti as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pagliacci&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; the sad clown singing "Vesti la giubba."   The gist is: "the show must go one despite the fact that my wife's a cheating whore who is making an ass of me."  Surely this temporary suppression of jealous rage will work--who ever heard of an opera with a tragic ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONUCPKdGcrk&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavarotti as Calàf,&lt;/a&gt; the suitor of the mysterious (i.e., Asian) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turandot&lt;/span&gt;, anticipating his victory in his quest to win her hand. "Nessun dorma" ("No man shall sleep") has become a popera smash in recent years with numerous covers appearing in films and commercials, but the several high c's make this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; signature Pavarotti aria.  Accept no imitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8nPO9n5GAo"&gt;Pavarotti as Mario,&lt;/a&gt; comparing his love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tosca&lt;/span&gt; to a portrait he is painting--the title, "Recondita Armonia" come from the line &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recondita armonia di bellezze diverse&lt;/span&gt; ("Concealed harmonies of contrasting beauties").   Transcendent from the first note to the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCFEk6Y8TmM"&gt;Pavarotti as the Duke of Mantua,&lt;/a&gt; singing "La donna è mobile" ("Bitches are sneaky") from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rigoletto&lt;/span&gt;.  This particular video is a demonstration of why canned opera seldom works--the dubbing is off (partially YouTube's fault, but I've seen this version on tape, and it's not much better in the original), the space feels too small to hold the magnificent aria, and Pavarotti's acting is, to put it politely, more suited to stage than screen.  But that last high C--unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3272075746235813073?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3272075746235813073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3272075746235813073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3272075746235813073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3272075746235813073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/09/luciano-pavarotti-riphttpwwwbloggercomi.html' title='Luciano Pavarotti, RIP'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01380828909591225099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RuAVXb5sp6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/w-t5aF2ibaQ/s72-c/pavarotti3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-9093363121922358806</id><published>2007-09-03T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:40:53.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationality titles</title><content type='html'>I’m a sucker for titles with nationalities. Even if the movies and books don’t always satisfy, the use of the words themselves are often excellent shorthand for “exotic,” “powerful,” or “naïve.” For the purpose of narrowing my subject, I’ve avoided all uses of the word “American,” but even that had some fine uses: “An American Tragedy,” “The Quiet American,” “American Pie,” “American Beauty,” (my personal favorite title if not movie) and “American” (the original title of “Citizen Kane”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The English Patient – The irony, as those of you have seen the movie or read the book, is that the patient isn’t actually English. He’s Hungarian, burnt beyond recognition. But there’s a certain poetry in a man who has lost everything grasping onto an innocuous national identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Spanish Prisoner – The trick, in its most modern incarnation, is attempted by every Nigerian who ever sends you an email requesting a transfer of 80,000 dollars to save a minor noble brought down by revolutionary violence with the promise of 10,000,000 later on. David Mamet could use it as a title only because the story it refers to was not too well-known. “Spanish Prisoner” might remind the average viewer of something closer to the Spanish Civil War or modern Basque violence than to a tale from the 16th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Italian Job – I haven’t seen either version. But apparently it deals with a heist in Turin. And the title sounds lot more intriguing than The Turin Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Argentine – It hasn’t even come out yet. But this is the most inspired title I could imagine for a Che Guevara biopic. So ambiguous. Is he an evil Argentine or a good one? Just where will Stephen Soderbergh lay his political beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Mexican – The title refers to a gun. You can't name a gun after the Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Burmese Days – I guess I’ve lived in enough places that I can write my own books: Vietnamese Days, Bulgarian Days, Latvian Days and, maybe soon, Hungarian Days…But the lilting two-syllable/one-syllable bit only seems to work with Burmese Days, which recall the awful colonial experience so well. (No, I don’t know any film version of the Orwell book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Good German – Was there any such thing in post-World War II Berlin? Soderbergh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My Big Fat Greek Wedding – Awful title. The fine thing about the use of nationalities in titles is that you can make them short. You don’t have to say much more than “Spanish Prisoner” (strange thriller) “The Mexican” (violence), or “Good German” (drama about moral ambiguity) for audiences to get the idea. If Nia Vardalos needed to say “whacky” she only had to say “Greek Wedding.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-9093363121922358806?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/9093363121922358806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=9093363121922358806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/9093363121922358806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/9093363121922358806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/09/nationality-titles.html' title='Nationality titles'/><author><name>Paul Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595213839623449436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2278166354842918345</id><published>2007-08-29T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:57:48.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novels'/><title type='text'>The Saddest Books in the World</title><content type='html'>(Note: I'm throwing together both the tragic and the drearily depressing under the heading "sad.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tess of the d'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure this is the saddest book in the world. It is probably the least plausible of Hardy's endings but somehow more crushing than any of the others. I stared at a wall for like ten minutes after I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Revolutionary Road, by Richard Yates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are, incredibly, making a movie out of this book. I think it's the most depressing one I've ever read. It falls under the "drearily depressing" category, but it's written beautifully and has a sense of honesty that makes it art instead of torture. Although it is certainly the latter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's manipulative, but it still gets to me. God, Sydney, don't sacrifice yourself for that worthless aristocrat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ethan Frome, by Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read The House of Mirth, but apparently that is even more depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Golovylov Family, by Saltykov-Shchedrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreariest book in all of Russian literature, says Mirsky. One of the most awful sets of people ever to occupy a single book. It also has what is probably the most horrific suicide scene in all of literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize what Jake's injury was when I first read this book and it still depressed the hell out of me. Now that I know, it is both depressing and a little painful to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Professor's House, by Willa Cather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More subtly depressing than the other books on this list. A quietly brutal verdict on most people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the most desolate last page of any of these books. Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Emigrants, by W.G. Sebald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A set of stories largely about people who lived through the holocaust. Never cheap or manipulative, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Adolphe, by Benjamin Constant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a little bit about this book &lt;a href="http://occasionalreview.blogspot.com/2007/04/adolphe-by-benjamin-constant.html"&gt;already&lt;/a&gt;.  A harsh and sad little novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2278166354842918345?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2278166354842918345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2278166354842918345' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2278166354842918345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2278166354842918345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/saddest-books-in-world.html' title='The Saddest Books in the World'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3579079836382855335</id><published>2007-08-20T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:53:48.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>5 Worst Film Uses of Pop Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The much-awaited follow-up to last week's mini-list. Again, the focus is on the film's use of existing pop music, not original recordings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;American Psycho&lt;/em&gt; (2000). &lt;/strong&gt;No wonder the men of &lt;a href="http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/display.php?id=2008"&gt;Late Night Shots&lt;/a&gt; routinely trade quotes from this chotch epic on their &lt;a href="http://wonkette.com/politics/last-week.s-shots/a-very-special-last-weeks-shots-update-218521.php"&gt;often-hilarious&lt;/a&gt; members-only forums. It's their ultimate wish-fulfillment fantasy: 1980s cocaine-fueled predator UTTERLY DOMINATES women, Wall Street, and all his foes. And he does it to a soundtrack featuring both Robert Palmer &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Huey Lewis. That's hard enough to believe by itself, but it only gets worse when you throw in "Lady in Red," "If You Don't Know Me By Now," and &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;Phil Collins/Genesis songs. I know, I know, it's all supposed to be ironic, but at some point this movie, like its fans on LNS, starts enjoying itself so much it leaves the irony behind. Phil Collins doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Garden State&lt;/em&gt; (2004).&lt;/strong&gt; Is this a controversial call anymore? Or has the Zach Braff backlash (Brafflash?) made it boringly conventional to hate on Zach and everything he's done? In any case, this movie is not The Graduate for our generation (neither is "Knocked Up," by the way). It's not even good. And the lite indie soundtrack is limp enough even without Braff calling attention to his good taste with egregious scenes like the one parodied &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRH4gG5LmZ0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Dazed and Confused&lt;/em&gt; (1993).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;American Graffiti&lt;/em&gt; was the early '70s doing the early '60s; this is the early '90s doing the mid '70s. Problem? The mid '70s pretty much sucked. I'll admit did enjoy this movie in high school (I even bought the soundtrack! It slotted in perfectly between &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Best of Grand Frunk Railroad&lt;/em&gt; and Bad Company's &lt;em&gt;10 From 6&lt;/em&gt;). But looking over the music again, man, it just sucked: ZZ Top, Ted Nugent, Alice Cooper, "Rock and Roll, Hoochie Koo", and "Jim Dandy." Some of these songs wouldn't even crack a Classic Rock Block anymore. Do they convincingly recall the American high school experience of 1976? Maybe. But to borrow from Phil Collins (see above): I don't care anymore. They still suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeMZBcxiWSE/RsoCFO_FcJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HVYW1ZMOqmQ/s1600-h/fear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100891816895803538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeMZBcxiWSE/RsoCFO_FcJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HVYW1ZMOqmQ/s200/fear.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Fear &lt;/em&gt;(1996). &lt;/strong&gt;If the mid '70s were lame, what can we say about the mid '90s? If you haven't seen it in a while, it's time to revisit this Mark Wahlberg/Reese Witherspoon thriller, which borrows heavily from both &lt;em&gt;Cape Fear &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Straw Dogs&lt;/em&gt;. I caught it via On Demand last week, and was impressed by Reese's navel-hugging jeans, the guy from CSI's hilarious performance as her intense dad, and the fact that at one point in time Marky Mark was a pretty tough dude. I wasn't impressed by the music. In fact, &lt;em&gt;Fear&lt;/em&gt; is the inspiration for both these lists. Aside from one throwaway moment where Toad the Wet Sprocket is heard in the background (don't blame the director; this &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the mid-90's after all), there are apparently only two songs in the entire film: a soggy '90s girl band cover of "Wild Horses," used enthusiastically whenever something kinky is going on; and Bush's "Come Down," used enthusaistically whenever Mr. Mark is being a badass. There's a chance "Machinehead" subs for "Come Down" during one of those frequent badass scenes, but I swear those two songs recur about seventeen times during this 90 minute movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeMZBcxiWSE/RsoMyO_FcKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3G8Jj0fNuZI/s1600-h/liv_tyler_ben_affleck_armageddon_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100903585106194594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeMZBcxiWSE/RsoMyO_FcKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3G8Jj0fNuZI/s200/liv_tyler_ben_affleck_armageddon_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Armageddon &lt;/em&gt;(1998). &lt;/strong&gt;I love ripping on this movie. It's like Michael Bay saw "Independence Day" and then bet Roland Emmerich that he could take out the aliens and &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;make an explosions/space/world-saving movie that was louder, coarser, uglier, and dumber than what had come before. (It's too bad Bay didn't make a similar wager with Emmerich after &lt;em&gt;The Patriot&lt;/em&gt;--I would love to have seen that film). Anyway, everybody remembers the loathesome "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing," but that was recorded specifically for the film so technically can't count here. Fortunately, &lt;em&gt;Armageddon &lt;/em&gt;sports two other awful Aerosmith tunes, including their cover of "Come Together," which should be mentioned -- along with "I Don't Want..." -- in any serious discussion about The Worst Song Of All Time. There's also Bon Jovi, ZZ Top, and Bob Seger. To be honest, I can't remember exactly how all these songs are used, but does it even matter? At least &lt;em&gt;Dazed and Confused &lt;/em&gt;was purposely trying to capture the sour-milk taste of '70s cock rock. What's Michael Bay's excuse?  He's making a giant sci-fi epic about saving the planet. We're left to suspect that he really thinks "Sweet Emotion" is, like, the most ass-kicking song in history. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3579079836382855335?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3579079836382855335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3579079836382855335' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3579079836382855335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3579079836382855335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-worst-film-uses-of-pop-music.html' title='5 Worst Film Uses of Pop Music'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeMZBcxiWSE/RsoCFO_FcJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HVYW1ZMOqmQ/s72-c/fear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2361509328044493767</id><published>2007-08-16T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:55:19.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>5 Best Film Uses of Pop Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;An impressionistic, not a comprehensive list. (I left some obvious choices off the board). And bear in mind that I'm not looking for original compositions, but movies that put existing music to good use.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay tuned for the corresponding 5 worst films, coming tomorrow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farenheit 9-11&lt;/em&gt; (2004)&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm no big fan of Michael Moore, but the man does know how to get the most out of pop music. Sure, it's heavy handed (insert Moore weight-related joke here) but it's heavy-handed in the best and most exuberant way -- almost as if Moore really believes he can score more political points with pop than with actual argument or evidence. In almost all cases he's right: especially when he streams the Go-Go's "Vacation" over clips of Bush at Crawford, and "Shiny Happy People" over Carlyle Group-Saudi handshakes. Best of all is the 2-second overdub of "Cocaine" while Moore discusses Bush's truancy in the National Guard. The movie is full of holes, but that is a brilliant moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buffalo '66 &lt;/em&gt;(1998)&lt;/strong&gt;. I have an admitted soft spot for prog rock, but it's not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; soft, and I would never willingly sit down and listen to Yes's "Heart of the Sunrise" just because I wanted to. Yet in this movie, a personal fave, that song-- along with a few other Yes and King Crimson tunes -- is taken so far beyond its potential that I went out and bought &lt;em&gt;The Yes Album&lt;/em&gt;. The final scene where Vincent Gallo finally confronts Buffalo Bills kicker "Scott Wood" is especially awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zodiac &lt;/em&gt;(2007). &lt;/strong&gt;An underrated film whose subtle soundtrack makes '60s and '70s San Francisco ooze all around you. No obvious period choices, here: Scott McKenzie, Mick Jagger, and Grace Slick have been temporarily exiled to Oakland. Instead, a brilliant use of slightly dustier pop classics, both good and bad: Donovan's "Hurdy Gurdy Man" wafts in eerily during the first murder; Santana's noodly "Soul Sacrifice" captures the onset of the decadent '70s. And don't you think bedgraggled, sideburns-sporting Frisco cops on the tail of the Zodiac probably DID spend a lot of time in bars that played Gerry Rafferty, Boz Scaggs, and Steely Dan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easy Rider &lt;/em&gt;(1969).&lt;/strong&gt; A cliched choice, but an Important one. By some accounts, Dennis Hopper canceled a proposed CSN score and more or less &lt;a href="http://wc03.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;token=&amp;amp;sql=10:gnfpxqthldse"&gt;invented&lt;/a&gt; the idea of re-using existing pop music in a feature film. Personal favorite moments, besides the obvious Steppenwolf opening: the naked frolicking with hippie chicks during "Wasn't Born to Follow," which first drew me to the Byrds, at age 17, but sadly did not augur any naked frolicking of my own; and the Roger McGuinn take on "It's Alright Ma," which I still prefer, sacreligiously, to the original Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeMZBcxiWSE/RsTtlu_FcII/AAAAAAAAAAU/KT5rYel2p_4/s1600-h/darko.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099461910613815426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeMZBcxiWSE/RsTtlu_FcII/AAAAAAAAAAU/KT5rYel2p_4/s320/darko.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donnie Darko &lt;/em&gt;(2001).&lt;/strong&gt; In its own way, this is an even more obvious selection than &lt;em&gt;Easy Rider&lt;/em&gt;. But it's unavoidable: this movie led me directly to purchase no fewer than six albums (two Echo albums, and one record each by The Church, Joy Division, Tears For Fears, and Duran Duran). In a very real sense&lt;em&gt;, Donnie Darko&lt;/em&gt; gave me the gift of the '80s&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Dubious, but undeniably catchy -- and memorable, too. "The Killing Moon" manages to make c. 1988 suburbia both ominous and fascinating, in under 3 minutes; "Head Over Heels" is the perfect introduction to Donnie's school; and "Love Will Tear Us Apart," which only gets about 20 seconds of background airplay, nevertheless establishes itself as the ultimate party song. I don't know if I can count Gary Jules's final, heartbreaking cover of "Mad World," which was specially recorded for the movie. But &lt;em&gt;Darko &lt;/em&gt;doesn't even need the help. It wins anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2361509328044493767?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2361509328044493767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2361509328044493767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2361509328044493767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2361509328044493767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-best-film-uses-of-pop-music.html' title='5 Best Film Uses of Pop Music'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZeMZBcxiWSE/RsTtlu_FcII/AAAAAAAAAAU/KT5rYel2p_4/s72-c/darko.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4367147716789634713</id><published>2007-08-16T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:55:36.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat people'/><title type='text'>Elvis Aaron Presley, RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RsR9kr5sp5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t0HJMmA8nSY/s1600-h/Hound-Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RsR9kr5sp5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t0HJMmA8nSY/s320/Hound-Dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099338747303733138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this isn't really a list at all, but it's thirty years to the day that America lost the only King it would ever know.  If you want to see the famous first televised performance of "Hound Dog" (pictured), click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j78g1EHxocM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and fast-forward to 4:30. Or if you're more of a late Elvis fan (honestly, who isn't?), check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UispCK7Q--M&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ntgij-u_27k&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. And surely you've always wanted to see &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4G8jeVrzJ9U"&gt;Johnny Cash doing Elvis&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzl0O8rsgAM"&gt;Andy Kaufman doing his Elvis for Cash himself.&lt;/a&gt;  To complete this exercise in postmodern Elvis appreciation, check out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLtXG4Y2h4g"&gt;Jim Carrey doing Andy Kaufman doing Elvis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4367147716789634713?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4367147716789634713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4367147716789634713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4367147716789634713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4367147716789634713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/elvis-aaron-presley-rip.html' title='Elvis Aaron Presley, RIP'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01380828909591225099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RsR9kr5sp5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t0HJMmA8nSY/s72-c/Hound-Dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7311370104121936187</id><published>2007-08-15T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:05:03.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gee-Zuss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Top Ten Christian-and/or-Biblically-Themed Songs That Are So Good That They Call My Agnosticism Into Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RsNAMSSNEMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IhSoFSinOyo/s1600-h/guitar_jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RsNAMSSNEMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IhSoFSinOyo/s320/guitar_jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098989782924333250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Dirty Dozen Brass Band, “I’ll Fly Away.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some bright morning when this life is over... &lt;/span&gt;A gospel standard, originally a hymn.  Your basic Southern Baptist doctrine, set to song.  Never really gets old, though, whether it’s sung or merely instrumental.  The DDBB take is a great jazzy-gospel hybrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Norman Greenbaum, “Spirit In The Sky.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta have a friend in Gee-ZUSS!&lt;/span&gt; Appropriately enough for this list, this classic Jesus rock song was penned and performed by a Jew looking to either appeal to Christians or to mock them to their faces. With its high-distortion guitar chords, infectious clapping, and cheesy back-up girls, it nears pop perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Regina Spektor, “Samson.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cut his hair myself one night/Pair of dull scissors in the yellow light.&lt;/span&gt; Like “Hallelujah,” (below), this song channels the raw sexuality of the Samson story, although Spektor tells it from a seemingly innocent Delilah perspective.  Her characteristic whimsy and silky vocals makes this somewhat tired trope fresh and enticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, “Will The Circle Be Unbroken.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undertaker, Undertaker, please drive slow/For this body you are hauling, Lord, I hate to see her go.&lt;/span&gt; A touching folk-hymnal dirge that can still have some bounce and life.  The NGDB cover has excellent use of fife, fiddle, and bango to give it an authentic rolled-in-corn-meal-and-deep-fried feel.  You could thump a bible in time to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Jeff Buckley (Leonard Cohen), “Hallelujah.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe there’s a god above/But all I ever learned from love/Was how to shoot someone who outdrew you. &lt;/span&gt;Everyone’s favorite Old Testament break-up song. Despite the fact that this song has been soundtracked to death (from The OC to The West Wing to, my god, Shrek), it remains powerful thanks to its epic scale and its potent mix of cynicism and eroticism.  I favor the Buckley take most of all, but enjoy the Rufus Wainwright and Imogen Heap versions as well.  And while I regret to knock the man who gave us “Chelsea Hotel,” it must be said that compared to these excellent covers, Cohen’s original comes off as overproduced and horribly dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Bruce Springsteen, “Reason To Believe.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still at the end of every hard-earned day/People find some reason to believe. &lt;/span&gt; Perhaps this is the unrepentant agnostic speaking, but I find some of the best songs about faith are the ones that question it.  It’s hard to tell if the Boss admires or pities the blindly faithful; although familiarity with his work  (and the increasingly ecumenical spirituality of later albums like The Rising) would suggest that he identifies with them, even if their unwavering hope also mystifies him. After all, it ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Ralph Stanley, “Rank Stranger.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some beautiful day (Some beautiful day)/I'll meet 'em in heaven/Where no one will be/A stranger to me. &lt;/span&gt; A bluegrass standard on kinship and faith. If the mountain mentality had a singular anthem, it would be this song. There’s a lot of fine covers out there, including a Dylan one, but Stanley’s is definitive.  His voice is craggy as an App’a’latchan ridge line.  The man’s breath must be made of moonshine vapors and coaldust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Sufjan Stevens, “The Seer’s Tower.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven miles above the Earth/There is Emmanuel of mothers/With his sword, with his robe/He comes dividing man from brothers. &lt;/span&gt;There’s a millenarian streak in Stevens’ work, perhaps best explored in this song, “They Are Night Zombies!,” and “Seven Swans.”  Like in “Night Zombies,” Stevens imagines the Illinois landscape as the setting of the Apocalypse. This song is ethereal and perhaps too churchy for some tastes.  I find I enjoy it for its unflinching sense of doom and judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Johnny Cash, “Man in Black.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; wear the black for the poor and beaten down/Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town.&lt;/span&gt; A direct statement of faith in action, in which Cash casts himself as kind of badass Christ figure.  There’s also a pretty pointed critique of secular, materialistic America.  That’s right, you douchebags with your streak-of-lightning cars and fancy clothes.  Johnny here would love to sport some rainbow duds, but you’re so fucking selfish that he has to wear this here suit of black.  On his back, like a fucking cross. Just to remind you panty-waisted cocksuckers of those who are left back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Gillian Welch, “Orphan Girl.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blessed Savior, make me willing/Walk beside me ‘till I’m with them&lt;/span&gt;.  A gorgeous song about a lonely orphan who takes solace in the love of Jesus.  It seldom fails to raise the hair on my arms.  It can make me tear up if I’ve had a bit to drink.  And it’s possible proof that there is a benevolent, sentient creator who takes great pleasure in sending foul-mouthed heathen like me straight to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7311370104121936187?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7311370104121936187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7311370104121936187' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7311370104121936187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7311370104121936187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/top-ten-christian-andor-biblically.html' title='The Top Ten Christian-and/or-Biblically-Themed Songs That Are So Good That They Call My Agnosticism Into Question.'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01380828909591225099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUWuZIhXe0U/RsNAMSSNEMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IhSoFSinOyo/s72-c/guitar_jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3762873248364424572</id><published>2007-08-13T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:08:22.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text-messaging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sms'/><title type='text'>Five four-letter words spelled with one button using T9</title><content type='html'>deed   feed   high   noon   moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you think is most common in text messages?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3762873248364424572?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3762873248364424572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3762873248364424572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3762873248364424572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3762873248364424572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/five-four-letter-words-spelled-with-one.html' title='Five four-letter words spelled with one button using T9'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05681307054986304733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4054166284367135393</id><published>2007-08-06T16:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:56:12.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Four Fat Presidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;As a US-historian-in-training with a healthy gut, I thought I'd give a shout out to a few of our fattest American Presidents. These are not exactly rankings: instead each man's position on the list comes from a rough equation that factors in both his historical importance and his BMI. So, for example, Clinton ranks below Taft both for his indeterminate legacy (it's too soon to really tell) and his relative svelteness compared to Taft. This is also not a definitive list; alternate nominations are welcome in the comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Theodore Roosevelt, Jr. &lt;/span&gt; T.R. was a fit fattie with the physique of a middle-aged football coach--thick-necked and dense. He still counts as fat, though; he is undoubtedly the pudgiest man on Mount Rushmore. Roosevelt tops the list for his actual accomplishments. A hero of the Spanish-American War, he gave us the Panama Canal, the Food and Drug Administration, and the National Park system. He pulled off numerous diplomatic feats, and became the first American to win a Nobel Peace Prize. He was, on most occasions, an enemy of trusts and a friend to workers. T.R. was also an unabashed imperialist and a leading theorist of scientific racism. Still, the good wins out--the man gave names to the nation's most popular stuffed animal and the nation's most popular condom for anal intercourse. And he graciously aided the people of Africa by considerably thinning the population of big game on the continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  John Adams, Jr. &lt;/span&gt; John Adams was a double-chinned douchebag who has recently been overpraised by a handful of book-club biographers. This chubster was a sulky, stubborn, ill-tempered man with a talent for making enemies. (Like many fat boys, Adams surely suffered cruel taunting as a child, and I suspect his need for revenge against his tormentors led to his conception of a monarchical Presidency.) Adams actively sought to criminalize dissent and to scapegoat immigrants, and he tried to pack the federal judiciary with his friends. "His Rotundancy" had some strengths, to be sure. He didn't own slaves, he had keen argumentative mind, and he was a skilled diplomat--both in ensuring Dutch support for the infant republic and avoiding a full-on war with France. But ultimately, Adams is to the Founding Fathers what Chunk is to the Goonies: a grating tag-along with a few moments of usefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. William Howard Taft. &lt;/span&gt; The only real lardass to serve as POTUS, Taft earned the title of "tubby" when his considerable girth caused him to become stuck the White House bathtub &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multiple times. &lt;/span&gt; (I wonder, how many times do you have to get stuck to consider switching to showers?) His reputation is also weighty--as the only man to serve as both President and Chief Justice, Taft made a large impression on government and politics in early 20th-century America, much like the deep, buttock-shaped crater an obese man leaves on his favorite side of the sofa. True, his actual tenure as POTUS revealed him to be politically tone deaf and led to his humiliating reelection defeat--he only carried Utah and Vermont, making the loss the worst ever experienced by an incumbent President. And granted, on the bench he was a conservative who consistently ruled in favor of big business, executive privilege, and segregation. But schoolchildren everywhere in this roly-poly land still remember Taft. Cause he was fat. Really fat. Like Manatee fat. He was a big boy, is what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. William Jefferson Clinton.&lt;/span&gt; Relating Clinton's fondness for food to his other appetites is a tired cliche, so I would prefer to put his pudginess in historical perspective. If Hillary Clinton becomes President, then Clinton will have adhered to the pattern of fat presidents have unusually large political influence after leaving office. If he becomes the only President to return to the White House as First Gentleman, his legacy will be comparable to TR's run for a third term, Taft's tenure as Chief Justice, and the Adams family dynasty. Perhaps there is a genuine trend here. Apparently fat men take to the halls of power like they take to an all-you-can-eat buffet. It's not easy to kick them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4054166284367135393?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4054166284367135393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4054166284367135393' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4054166284367135393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4054166284367135393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/08/four-fat-presidents.html' title='Four Fat Presidents'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01380828909591225099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-6383826658853483769</id><published>2007-07-31T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:41:27.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>14 Best Protest Songs</title><content type='html'>The genre of music in which the most &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What's_Going_On_(song)"&gt;iconic &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/e/elvis+presley/in+the+ghetto_20048735.html"&gt;embarrassing &lt;/a&gt;songs have been written (or, in Elvis's case, performed). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fortunate Son&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocap.ca/songs/evedestr.html"&gt;Eve of Destruction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blowin' in the Wind&lt;/span&gt; and the Dead Prez vegetarian anthem &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricmania.com/dead+prez-be+healthy-lyric.html"&gt;Be Healthy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/neilyoung/letsimpeachthepresident.html"&gt;any number&lt;/a&gt; of other &lt;a href="http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/paul_mccartney/freedom.html"&gt;well-meaning&lt;/a&gt; but musically horrific songs. It is probably easier nowadays to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsO8P3Dab-o"&gt;mock&lt;/a&gt; the genre rather than make a credible contribution, despite the fact that the quantity of things to protest is certainly not shrinking.  Jeff &lt;a href="http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-10-songs-about-historical-figures.html"&gt;mentioned Biko&lt;/a&gt; already, so I will leave it off the list; and the ones mentioned above can go without saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clampdown&lt;/span&gt;, the Clash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My favorite Clash song. Addressed to industrial workers, but strangely biting even in a modern office building. Since I was just in such a building, this song makes it to the top of the list. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The men at the factory are old and cunning / you don't owe nothing / boy, get running! / it's the best years of your life they want to steal...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Change is Gonna Come&lt;/span&gt;, Sam Cooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(An obvious choice, but unavoidable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We're a Winner&lt;/span&gt;, Curtis Mayfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A joyous protest song! Pretty much only directed at black people but I love it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Revolution 1&lt;/span&gt;, the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not really suitable for singing at protests -- "Guys, hold on, we need a plan!" -- but probably better than the Lennon songs that are.  Although having a plan does indeed seem revolutionary nowadays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let Me Die in My Footsteps&lt;/span&gt;, by Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So many to choose from! I'm going with this one because I love it, and also because I am now self-conscious about being obvious. No one has bomb shelters anymore but the song still resonates.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't Look Now&lt;/span&gt;, CCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of the greatest sets of &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/creedence+clearwater+revival/dont+look+now_10073151.html"&gt;lyrics &lt;/a&gt;in all of music, a good example of how much can be said in a three minute song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There But for Fortune&lt;/span&gt;, Phil Ochs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really love this song. Draft Dodger Rag and a few others are still good, but this is probably the only Ochs song that holds up completely. And stabs at the conscience a little, no less.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Don't Want Nobody to Give Me Nothing (Open Up the Door I'll Get it Myself)&lt;/span&gt;, by James Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The title is really the only good line in the song.  Luckily, it is repeated several dozen times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Higher Ground&lt;/span&gt;, Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I actually think the Chili Peppers' cover might be better than the original, but once they start talking about "funky funky sounds" it is hard to take it seriously as a protest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bourgeois Blues&lt;/span&gt;, Leadbelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The title has obviously dated, but still a great song. And D.C. hasn't gotten much more more integrated since he wrote it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;911 is a Joke&lt;/span&gt;, Public Enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of few songs on this list that might conceivably have produced some change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christmas in Washington&lt;/span&gt;, Steve Earle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The most recent song on this list - it's from 1997 - and it expresses &lt;a href="http://www.steveearle.net/lyrics/ly-elcor.php"&gt;nostalgia &lt;/a&gt;for a past era of protest instead of any sort of desire for a better future. This is either indicative of the floundering, uncertain state of opposition in this country, or a sign that I am out of touch with what's going on today and have gotten musically as well as politically complacent. In either case, an immensely sad song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's Expected I'm Gone&lt;/span&gt;, the Minutemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not sure how great this song really is, but it is the world's most defiantly pessimistic. The best line: "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No hope. See, that's what gives me guts.&lt;/span&gt;" The next line -- "big fucking shit" -- is not quite so impressive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vampire Blues&lt;/span&gt;, Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The protest is pretty oblique; it's about oil price gouging, but the lyrics drift around the topic. It does contain perhaps my favorite Neil Young verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Good times are coming&lt;br /&gt;I hear it everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Good times are coming&lt;br /&gt;But they're sure coming slow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-6383826658853483769?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/6383826658853483769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=6383826658853483769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6383826658853483769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6383826658853483769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/13-best-protest-songs.html' title='14 Best Protest Songs'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7801148675593390692</id><published>2007-07-21T01:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:18:05.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RE:  10 Worst Movie Gerund Titles</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on here in a while so bear with me as I comment on an older posting concerning the "10 Worst Movie Gerund Titles".&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-worst-movie-gerund-titles.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I realize this is not a list, but I wondered if Matt K would provide a little clarification to his post (other comments are certainly welcome)...&lt;br /&gt;Was the implication in #10 that "Being John Malkovich" was also worthy of placement in the list as a bad title?  I ask because I cannot think of a title that would have been more appropriate for that film.  The others, especially #'s 1, 2, 4, 5 and 8, could easily have been improved upon, #1 perhaps most (Really, who's doing what in that title?)  But what else would you have called "Being John Malkovich"?  The other titles read like tailer sound bytes summarizing the conflict that has to be overcome/experienced/etc and were probably thrown out at the pitch meeting, but "Malkovich" isn't about anything except being John Malkovich--there's nothing figurative, no double entendre.  It would be like remaking "Elizabeth" with the camera's view representing that of the queen.  Wouldn't it be fitting for such a film to be called the obvious?  It almost seems like the title of "Malkovich" is purposely invoking the other films on your list so it can then play against their duplicity by being straight forward in its delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7801148675593390692?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7801148675593390692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7801148675593390692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7801148675593390692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7801148675593390692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/re-10-worst-movie-gerund-titles.html' title='RE:  10 Worst Movie Gerund Titles'/><author><name>Brewsers12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976413705311340749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3512904765916402386</id><published>2007-07-20T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T19:14:07.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten (Top? Who could say?) Rhymes in My iTunes and in My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inspired by Akshay's &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=951444566941612677"&gt;comment &lt;/a&gt;regarding drinking and driving, I thought first of Wilco and second of other rhymes I like, which I determined to be good fodder for my first crack at 'Wigging out.'  Apologies for errors.  The transcriptions are the work of my ear, memory, and the Internet, imperfect sources all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Performed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Song (Album)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Wilco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Passenger Side (A.M)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna make me spill my beer&lt;br /&gt;if you don't learn how to steer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;See above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Chuck Prophet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Run Primo Run (No Other Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primo snorted up his name like he does every year&lt;br /&gt;on the day he came into this world. It makes him feel like Richard Gere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;I don't really like the song, but I have to credit the appearance of Richard Gere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Get a Kick Out of You (??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying too high with some gal in the sky&lt;br /&gt;is my idea of nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;. . . and internal rhyme takes the stage! It gets even better if "gal" becomes "guy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Bobby Darin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Clementine (Greatest Hits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the foot bridge, way 'cross the water&lt;br /&gt;though she weighed two-ninety nine.&lt;br /&gt;The old bridge trembled and disassembled—&lt;br /&gt;Oops!—dumped her into the foamy brine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;A re-write in which Clementine becomes "chubby Clementine." Extra points for being totally offensive and ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. A tie! Outkast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hey Ya! (The Love Below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why, oh why, oh,&lt;br /&gt;are we so in denial . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day (The Love Below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never know because, sh[oo]t, I never tell her.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me about my feelings I’d holla that it’s irrela'.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get myself caught up in the Jello gella' . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roses (The Love Below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch."&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's . . .&lt;br /&gt;and crash, crash, crash into a ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;Near rhymes are my favorite, and oh! the delivery on the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Langhorne Slim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Drowning (Langhorne Slim w/ Charles Butler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning and she seems so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grounded with her arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm blinded by them ugly fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;If you don't know Langhorne, you should.  He screams real high and wears a hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Mose Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Top Forty (??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more philosophic melancholia—&lt;br /&gt;800 pounds of electric genitalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;What Mose can look forward to when he makes his "big beat, top-forty, rock'n'roll record."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Tom Waits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The One the Got Away (Small Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shroud-tailor measures him for a deep-six holiday.&lt;br /&gt;The stiff is froze, the case is closed, on the one that got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;This entire song deserves consideration for this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Joanna Newsom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Emily (Ys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the meteorite is a source of the light,&lt;br /&gt;and the meteor's just what we see.&lt;br /&gt;And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the meteorite's just what causes the light,&lt;br /&gt;and the meteor's how it's perceived.&lt;br /&gt;And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;Even though she astronomically confuses meteorites for meteoroids, who can argue that this isn't genius?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Tom Waits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Step Right Up (Small Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sanitized for your protection; it gives you an erection; it wins the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic; font-size:10pt;"&gt;Mr. Waits at his best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3512904765916402386?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3512904765916402386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3512904765916402386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3512904765916402386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3512904765916402386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/ten-top-who-could-say-rhymes-in-my.html' title='Ten (Top? Who could say?) Rhymes in My iTunes and in My Head'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05681307054986304733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-1528773203043873099</id><published>2007-07-20T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:53:48.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Top 5 TV Sit-Coms</title><content type='html'>5. Green Acres&lt;br /&gt;4. The Dick Van Dyke Show&lt;br /&gt;2. MASH and All in the Family (tie)&lt;br /&gt;1. Seinfeld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-1528773203043873099?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/1528773203043873099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=1528773203043873099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1528773203043873099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1528773203043873099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-5-tv-sit-coms.html' title='Top 5 TV Sit-Coms'/><author><name>Rene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2741422807288554547</id><published>2007-07-20T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:51:18.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Westerns</title><content type='html'>5. Silverado (1985) - This Lawrence Kasdan written and directed film boasts an all star cast and helped to reinvigorate interest in the genre.&lt;br /&gt;4. Unforgiven (1992) - Clint Eastwood shows he learned a thing or two about film making from starring in all those spaghetti westerns.&lt;br /&gt;3. True Grit (1969) - John Wayne won his Oscar for this one; probably not his best film, but a good western.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shane (1953) - A great telling of the classic lone drifter story.&lt;br /&gt;1. High Noon (1952) - Gary Cooper, Grace Kelley, and the story of a man determined to do the right thing despite the odds and being abandoned by the people he thought were his friends...just a great movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2741422807288554547?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2741422807288554547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2741422807288554547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2741422807288554547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2741422807288554547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-5-westerns.html' title='Top 5 Westerns'/><author><name>Rene</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4182389471294322176</id><published>2007-07-19T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:28:10.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Favorite Readable Works of Post-Classical Philosophy</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FDialogues-Concerning-Natural-Religion-Immortality%2Fdp%2F0872204022%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184883389%26sr%3D8-1&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Dialogues Concerning Natural Religion, by David Hume&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This book is amazing. I've read it three times while never making a dent in the more famous Treatise Concerning Human Nature.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FLiberty-Essays-Oxford-Worlds-Classics%2Fdp%2F0192833847%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184883577%26sr%3D1-3&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;On Liberty, by John Stuart Mill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also wonderful is Mill's autobiography, although I've never been able to get through Utilitarianism or any of his other books.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FVarieties-Religious-Experience-Penguin-American%2Fdp%2F0140390340%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184883751%26sr%3D1-1&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;The Varieties of Religious Experience, by William James&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Again, much more approachable than either &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pragmatism &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Principles of Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;.  I also recommend the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Talks-Teachers-Psychology-Students-Ideals/dp/0543953254/ref=sr_1_1/002-9372181-1850425?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1184883841&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Talks to Teachers and Students&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FWorld-Will-Representation-Two-Volumes%2Fdp%2F0486217612%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184883900%26sr%3D1-2&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;The World as Will and Idea, by Schopenhauer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've actually only read the abridged edition from Will Durant. So there goes my credibility.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FUnto-Other-Writings-Penguin-Classics%2Fdp%2F0140432116%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184884153%26sr%3D1-1&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Unto This Last, by John Ruskin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beloved of Gandhi, Tolstoy, and Proust! Now famous largely for being terrified of his wife's naked body and refusing to have sex with her. Bizarre proclivities aside, I like Ruskin a lot. I think people will start reading him again one of these days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FCaptive-Mind-Czeslaw-Milosz%2Fdp%2F0679728562%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184886243%26sr%3D1-2&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;The Captive Mind, by Czeslaw Milosz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So good, especially the central chapters about individual artists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FNeed-Roots-Declaration-Routledge-Classics%2Fdp%2F0415271029%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184886338%26sr%3D1-3&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;The Need for Roots, by Simone Weil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like Ruskin, her books are -- to modern eyes -- equal parts silly and profound, but they stay with you more than any number of works by more reasonable people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FWalden-Writings-Henry-D-Thoreau%2Fdp%2F0691096120%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184886481%26sr%3D1-1&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Walden, by Thoreau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Low on the list because Thoreau is an infuriating writer. It is impossible to pin him down to any position at all. But he succeeds beautifully on the sentence level while failing, continually, as a communicator of ideas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FFreedom-Beyond-John-Holt%2Fdp%2F0440033780%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184886612%26sr%3D1-1&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Freedom and Beyond, by John Holt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Out of print for decades, but easy to find in good libraries and very worthwhile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FLiberty-Incorporating-Four-Essays%2Fdp%2F0199249881%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1184886704%26sr%3D1-1&amp;tag=theoccasion04-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325"&gt;Four Essays on Liberty, by Isaiah Berlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theoccasion04-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I find his least philosophically "important" essays the most interesting, cf. the biographical sketch of Mill and the one on the birth of Greek individualism, collected in the big volume called Liberty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4182389471294322176?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4182389471294322176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4182389471294322176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4182389471294322176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4182389471294322176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/favorite-readable-works-of-post.html' title='Favorite Readable Works of Post-Classical Philosophy'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7448278314139086713</id><published>2007-07-18T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:12:52.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Desert Island Movies</title><content type='html'>These aren't the best movies I've ever seen, exactly, just the ones that I feel like I could go on watching for a very long time. In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Punch-Drunk Love, by P.T. Anderson&lt;br /&gt;2. McCabe &amp; Mrs. Miller, by Robert Altman&lt;br /&gt;3. Afterlife, by Hirozaku Kore-eda&lt;br /&gt;4. The Diary of a Country Priest, by Robert Bresson&lt;br /&gt;5. Bottle Rocket, by Wes Anderson&lt;br /&gt;6. You Can Count on Me, by Kenneth Lonergan&lt;br /&gt;7. City Lights, by Charlie Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;8. The Big Lebowski, by Joel &amp; Ethan Coen&lt;br /&gt;9. Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, by Tim Burton&lt;br /&gt;10. The Jungle Book, by Wolfgang Reitherman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7448278314139086713?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7448278314139086713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7448278314139086713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7448278314139086713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7448278314139086713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/desert-island-movies.html' title='Desert Island Movies'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4241506997098519622</id><published>2007-07-10T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T01:29:26.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>10 Worst Movie Gerund Titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As I hinted in a previous post, I hate titles that begin with gerunds.  They're slick but inelegant, 'contemporary' but banal, and they force a kind of spurious intimacy on their audience -- hey, you, just glancing at this movie poster, you don't know it but you're already involved in this vapid plot -- you're already "Saving Silverman" or "Walking Tall."  Ugh.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, there are gerund titles for all different kinds of art, from classic literature ("Loving") to crap music ("Throwing Copper").  The gerund phenomenon is only an epidemic, however, in Hollywood.  Here are the 10 worst titles, largely (but not entirely) irrespective of the quality of film:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108596/"&gt;Wrestling Ernest Hemingway&lt;/a&gt;. This 1993 old-person movie -- which, strangely enough, I've actually seen -- is the most egregious of the 'Gerund + Famous Person' genre, which also includes &lt;em&gt;Searching For Bobby Fischer&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Being John Malkovich&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0166396/"&gt;Waking Ned Devine&lt;/a&gt;.  Old-people movies are apparently gerund-friendly.  The worst of the 'Gerund + Random Full Name' genre.  Beats out &lt;em&gt;Kissing Jessica Stein&lt;/em&gt; and the projected 2008 Judd Apatow release, &lt;em&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;/em&gt;.  Who the fuck is Ned Devine, and why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120815/"&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/a&gt;.  Say a word for perhaps the biggest-ever of the Hollywood gerund titles.  Both the overblown praise and the unfair criticism of this film tends to neglect its awful title.  I actually think its banality taints the overall work of art (which I respect) in a small but still meaningful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120797/"&gt;Pushing Tin&lt;/a&gt;.  Surely the first and last time air-traffic controller jargon makes it into the title of a major studio picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104697/"&gt;Leaving Normal&lt;/a&gt;.  OK, OK, so it didn't make much of an impact at the box office, or anywhere in pop culture, really.  But it was still a studio pic made by Edward Zwick, and you tell me if it doesn't manage to pack about six Hollywood cliches into those four syllables.  (Yeah, you guessed right -- "Normal" is also "Normal, Wyoming.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0200027/"&gt;Riding In Cars With Boys&lt;/a&gt;.  Such ghastliness should speak for itself.   The first of these clunkers not released in the '90s -- truly the Age of the Gerund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0181536/"&gt;Finding Forrester&lt;/a&gt;.  Hollywood really likes to help filmgoers "find" things: Graceland, Neverland, Nemo.  It's hard to imagine a more disappointing find than Sean Connery doing a preposterous J.D. Salinger impression in this painful Good Will Hunting reprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106379/"&gt;Being Human&lt;/a&gt;.  The grandaddy of gerunds.  We've been forced to be There, Julia, John Malkovich, and countless other people, places, and states of mind.  But the tie goes to a movie whose central premise has Robin Williams playing a single human soul over the course of all human history, including stints as a caveman, an ancient Roman slave, and a 16th C Portuguese nobleman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116289/"&gt;Feeling Minnesota&lt;/a&gt;.  1996.  Keanu Reeves.  Cameron Diaz.  Courtney Love.  Ugliest 'Gerund + Random Place' title.  I might have to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102768/"&gt;Regarding Henry&lt;/a&gt;.  I guess you could quibble with the purity of the gerund use here; I think "regarding" functions more as a preposition than as a verb-noun.  But I'd say that just shows the flexibility of gerund awfulness.  Maybe you have to know that the movie is about Harrison Ford's brain-injury-induced transformation from obnoxious lawyer to deep-souled human innocent.  But is there a more sickly smug, more emptily mawkish film title in the universe than "Regarding Henry"?  I hope not.  It fits the movie perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4241506997098519622?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4241506997098519622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4241506997098519622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4241506997098519622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4241506997098519622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-worst-movie-gerund-titles.html' title='10 Worst Movie Gerund Titles'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-6467802773703638831</id><published>2007-07-07T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T07:16:22.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Movies of the 1990s</title><content type='html'>I think &lt;a href="http://www.inthe90s.com/generated/toptenmovies21.shtml"&gt;these folks&lt;/a&gt; had the last word on this topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-6467802773703638831?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/6467802773703638831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=6467802773703638831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6467802773703638831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6467802773703638831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-ten-movies-of-1990s.html' title='Top Ten Movies of the 1990s'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01380828909591225099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7215457633962321109</id><published>2007-06-30T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:10:56.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Victorian Novel Titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My prejudices have always lined up with the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/cgi-bin/auth/story.mpl/content/chronicle/ae/books/9899/07/26////othernovels.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;curmodgeonly conventional wisdom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the 19th century was truly the greatest age of the novel. What's less debatable, though, is that the 19th century was the greatest age of the novel title. Sure, there are 20th century gems like &lt;/em&gt;The Postman Always Rings Twice&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;Lolita&lt;em&gt;, but I'll take a Victorian title over a contemporary one any day of the week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Can You Forgive Her? &lt;/em&gt;(Anthony Trollope). &lt;/strong&gt;Obviously, my bias is for wordiness, and sentences-as-titles are often favorites. But this one is memorable not just as a sentence, but as an interrogative. What's the best 20th century book with a question in its title? &lt;em&gt;Who Moved My Cheese? &lt;/em&gt;Trollope's is the second best interrogative title of all time, topped only by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;What Will He Do With It? &lt;/em&gt;(Edward Bulwer-Lytton). &lt;/strong&gt;How Awesome Is This? Points for ambiguity, long-windedness without pomposity, and comically obvious (to modern eyes) sexual double entendre. Deductions for Bulwer-Lytton being an unread and probably unreadable goliath, a kind of dorky caricature of a Victorian author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;The Egoist&lt;/em&gt; (George Meredith). &lt;/strong&gt;Maybe it's just me, but who doesn't want to read a book about an egoist? (I haven't yet, but will soon). Meredith's title shows off the kind of terse directness that alternated with the more famous volubility of classic Victorian titles. I don't think the straightforward "The X" format is quite so popular now, but it had a terrific heyday in the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/em&gt; (Emily Bronte). &lt;/strong&gt;The best place-name title in 19th century British fiction, edging out &lt;em&gt;Mansfield Park&lt;/em&gt; and flat-out slaughtering &lt;em&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/em&gt;. Of course &lt;em&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/em&gt; is probably a better novel than anything on this list, but the title has a kind of dense, ungainly obscurity that surely drives away far more readers than it entices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;The Odd Women &lt;/em&gt;(George Gissing).&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't read this, either, but I want to. "Odd" is just a great word no matter how you look at it, and this simple title allows it to take rare full billing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Jude The Obscure&lt;/em&gt; (Thomas Hardy). &lt;/strong&gt;Wins the character-name title award. This has such a nice ring to it that my freshman-year hallmates took to calling a preppy douchebag named Jude on the third floor "Jude The Obscure," which eventually got whittled down to just "The Obscure." The book is, of course, great as well, but actually my least favorite of the major Hardys -- not so the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Our Mutual Friend&lt;/em&gt; (Charles Dickens). &lt;/strong&gt;Beats out &lt;em&gt;Bleak House &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/em&gt; for the best Dickens title. Not flashy or immediately evocative, but subtly intriguing... An interrogative without the question mark. Whose mutual friend? Mine? Dickens's? What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Dracula &lt;/em&gt;(Bram Stoker). &lt;/strong&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dracula_%28novel%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, Stoker probably didn't get the word from the historical Vlad the Impaler. He just stumbled across the Romanian word &lt;em&gt;dracul&lt;/em&gt; and decided it was pretty badass. It was: this is a very good read, but half the reason &lt;em&gt;Dracula &lt;/em&gt;continues to occupy so much cultural space, even in the 21st century, is because Stoker didn't call the book "Count Vampyre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Far From The Madding Crowd&lt;/em&gt; (Thomas Hardy). &lt;/strong&gt;Before the cliche, there was the book. Normally I hate gerunds (more on that, perhaps, later), but this one transcends that bias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;He Knew He Was Right &lt;/em&gt;(Anthony Trollope). &lt;/strong&gt;Some of the greats had title-writing in their blood (or at their publisher's office); some didn't. Hardy had it; George Eliot didn't (besides &lt;em&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/em&gt;, there is the archaically boring &lt;em&gt;Mill on the Floss&lt;/em&gt;, the laconically boring &lt;em&gt;Adam Bede&lt;/em&gt;, and the, uh, boringly boring &lt;em&gt;Silas Marner, &lt;/em&gt;which, in fact, is probably &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/39205"&gt;the comic archetype&lt;/a&gt; for dull-sounding Victorian titles assigned in school).&lt;br /&gt;Trollope was an absolute master of the art. Besides the two represented here, there are &lt;em&gt;The Way We Live Now, Ralph The Heir, Is He Popinjoy?, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;An Old Man's Love&lt;/em&gt;. But this one takes the cake--not only is it a full sentence, it's a brilliantly ambiguous one, a sentence that already takes place within (and yet also without) the main character's brain. It's a title that could be an opening line. This may be a completely obscure Trollope novel, number 28 of 45, or whatever it is, but I will read it just because of the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7215457633962321109?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7215457633962321109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7215457633962321109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7215457633962321109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7215457633962321109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-ten-victorian-novel-titles.html' title='Top Ten Victorian Novel Titles'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-1239718760501443409</id><published>2007-06-27T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:45:43.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top Five Full-Length Suspense/Horror Films On The Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This actually started as just a list of cool movies that are online, but then I realized that they were all pretty ghoulish, as many of my favorites are.   Also, while many movies show up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; and get taken down, these are all fully legal and should be available for a long time.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhgVHTVi_h4"&gt;5.  Night of the Living Dead (1968).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!"  Bring it on, George Romero, bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEOsb6CRvNU"&gt;4.  Nosferatu (1922).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The F.W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Murnau&lt;/span&gt; classic.  Moody, engrossing, and actually scary at a couple points.  (And campy in many other parts.)   If you find it hard to get into silent film, perhaps you should check this out after renting "The Shadow of the Vampire," which gives you all sorts of fun context and shot-for-shot recreations of the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJe4fgnjWq8&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;3. The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934). In eight parts.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Alfred Hitchcock and starring Peter Lorre.   That's right.  Peter Lorre.  The man who perfected being creepy, strange, and awesome before Christopher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walken&lt;/span&gt; was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spermatoza&lt;/span&gt;.  Also, while Hitch claimed otherwise, most agree that it's superior to his 1950s remake with J-J-Jimmy Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdG7onVzJgE"&gt;2. Fritz Lang's "M" (1931).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now that I've confessed my deep love for Peter Lorre, you don't think I'd forget this one, do you?  The only reason it isn't number one is that I think it's kind of sacrilege to watch such a textured black-and-white film on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; screen (even though the quality's pretty good for YouTube).  But if you've never seen it, just five minutes should convince you to run out and get the Criterion Collection DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=654178281151939378"&gt;1.      Mr Death: The Rise and Fall of Fred A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Leuchter,&lt;/span&gt; Jr (1999).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about creepy, strange, and awesome.  It's not technically suspense or horror; it's a documentary.  But it's pretty chilling all the same.  Definitely one of Errol Morris's best, perhaps second only to "The Thin Blue Line."  And it's on Google Video, so it has higher resolution than the others on this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-1239718760501443409?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/1239718760501443409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=1239718760501443409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1239718760501443409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1239718760501443409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-five-full-length-suspensehorror.html' title='The Top Five Full-Length Suspense/Horror Films On The Web'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01380828909591225099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-951444566941612677</id><published>2007-06-22T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:57:39.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Top 10 Bruce Springsteen Songs About Automobiles</title><content type='html'>10. “Cadillac Ranch.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Dorado fins, whitewalls and skirts/ Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth…&lt;/span&gt;  A lighthearted love song, dedicated to the ultimate Detroit chromeboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. “Rosalita (Come Out Tonight).” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy/ My machine she's a dud, I'm stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey…&lt;/span&gt; Seven minutes of gimmicky lyrics that come dangerously close to Billy Joel territory.  But it’s a toetapper, and it’s hard not to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. “Used Cars.”  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My little sister’s in the front seat with an ice cream cone… &lt;/span&gt; A wistful lament for all those poor folks who have to buy their cars second hand.  A little overwrought, perhaps, but moving in spite of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. “Stolen Car.”&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Each night I wait to get caught/ But I never do… &lt;/span&gt;Stealing hearts and stealing cars.  It’s the same thing, really, when you get down to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “Racing in the Streets.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels/ Rumbling through this promised land…&lt;/span&gt;  The gentle piano arrangement gives this song a contemplative distance from its noisy, roaring subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. “My Hometown.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two cars at a light, on a Saturday night/ In the backseat there was a gun…&lt;/span&gt; A chilling survey of the ravages of deindustrialization. The narrator grows from son to father with his hands on the wheel, deciding whether to keep circling around Main Street or to pull out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. “Born to Run.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines… &lt;/span&gt;I’ll be honest.  While it is admittedly brilliant, I think this song is a little overrated, and that it overshadows its superior album companion “Thunder Road” (below). The fact that the track has been played and quoted for thirty years doesn’t help.  It just never seems fresh to me like it must have seemed when it was new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. and 2. (Tie) “State Trooper” and “Open All Night.” Two parts of the same song. A man drives down the Jersey Turnpike in the dead of night.  In one version, he’s an outlaw: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;License, registration: I ain't got none/ But I got a clear conscience 'bout the things that I done…&lt;/span&gt; In the other he’s a working man on the night shift, remembering taking the same drive with his girl: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fried chicken on the front seat, she’s sittin’ in my lap/ We’re wipin’ our fingers on a Texaco road map…&lt;/span&gt; Whether or not they are the same man, they curse their radios for being jammed up with talk and gospel and offer this prayer to the relay towers: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey ho rock and roll deliver me from nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “Thunder Road.” &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the redemption I can offer girl is beneath this dirty hood….&lt;/span&gt; It really isn’t the Boss’s most articulate comment on American car culture (see Nos.  10, 8, and 6, above).  But it's certainly the best of his many hey-girl-get-in-my-car songs. It offers rich Catholic imagery and stark visions of life passing by, framed by the dashboard and seen through the windshield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-951444566941612677?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/951444566941612677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=951444566941612677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/951444566941612677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/951444566941612677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/06/ten-best-bruce-springsteen-songs-about.html' title='The Top 10 Bruce Springsteen Songs About Automobiles'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01380828909591225099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2718809634194080713</id><published>2007-06-20T19:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:52:22.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Favorite short stories available online and suitable for reading at one's tedious job</title><content type='html'>1. Anton Chekhov, &lt;a href="http://chekhov2.tripod.com/200.htm"&gt;The Bishop&lt;/a&gt; (This &lt;a href="http://chekhov2.tripod.com/"&gt;entire website&lt;/a&gt; is wonderful, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Henry James, &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext96/fgcpt10h.htm"&gt;The Figure in the Carpet&lt;/a&gt; (It's hard to get enthusiastic about starting a James novel, but the short stories are almost always fun to read, particularly the ones about art and artists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Vladimir Nabokov, &lt;a href="http://www.angelynngrant.com/nabokov.html"&gt;Signs and Symbols&lt;/a&gt; (I'm not a huge Nabokov fan, but this story is incredible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. D.H. Lawrence, &lt;a href="http://etext.library.adelaide.edu.au/l/lawrence/dh/prussian/chapter12.html"&gt;Odour of Chrysanthemums&lt;/a&gt; (As I mentioned in an earlier list, he was 24 when he wrote this. Man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thomas Hardy, &lt;a href="http://www.lang.nagoya-u.ac.jp/~matsuoka/ghost-stories-hardy.html"&gt;The Withered Arm &lt;/a&gt; (My favorite supernatural story, although I'm not too well-read in the genre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Frank O'Connor, &lt;a href="http://www.cyc-net.org/cyc-online/cycol-0201-oconnor.html"&gt;My Oedipus Complex&lt;/a&gt; (My favorite short story writer in English. His very best aren't available online, I don't think, but this is a good one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. James Joyce, &lt;a href="http://www.classicshorts.com/stories/araby.html"&gt;Araby&lt;/a&gt; (There are probably better stories in Dubliners, but I like this one the best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Flannery O'Connor, &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/cyber_explorer99/oconnorconverge.html"&gt;Everything That Rises Must Converge&lt;/a&gt; (She's always struck me as a rather nasty writer, but this story is undeniably great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Leo Tolstoy, &lt;a href="http://www.cyberspacei.com/jesusi/authors/tolstoy/works/how_much_land.htm"&gt;How Much Land Does a Man Need?&lt;/a&gt; (Joyce called this the greatest story in the history of Western literature.  I think he might have been being facetious, since it is not even close to the best story Tolstoy wrote, but I still like it. It is a page turner, or in this case a screen scroller.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. William Carlos Williams, &lt;a href="http://www.classicshorts.com/stories/force.html"&gt;The Use of Force&lt;/a&gt; (This &lt;a href="http://www.classicshorts.com/"&gt;whole website &lt;/a&gt;is a good resource for people stuck for long periods in front of a computer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest your own, as my job is unlikely to get more interesting in the one month I have left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2718809634194080713?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2718809634194080713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2718809634194080713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2718809634194080713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2718809634194080713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/06/favorite-short-stories-available-online.html' title='Favorite short stories available online and suitable for reading at one&apos;s tedious job'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-1722601932962716784</id><published>2007-06-11T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:03:50.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Communist Monuments to Visit</title><content type='html'>Mao Mausoleum (and other Communist monuments on Tiananmen Square to include the Monument to the People's Heroes and the Great Hall of the People) - Beijing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stalingrad memorial on Mamayev Kurgan - Volgograd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Monument to Kim Il-Sung - Pyongyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenin's mausoleum (I would include all of Red Square but Lenin's waxy corpse is about the only Communist bit left on it since they closed the Lenin Museum) - Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of heads:&lt;br /&gt;- The largest Lenin head in the world - Ulan Ude&lt;br /&gt;- The largest Karl Marx head in the world - Chemnitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalin World - outside of Vilnius (technically not a monument by Communists, but deserves a mention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palace of Culture and Science - Warsaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weltzeituhr (World Time Clock) in Alexanderplatz - Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically not a monument by Communists, but a personality cult monument: the Neutrality Arch in Niyazov featuring the famous statue of the late Turkmenbashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... The Monument to the Third International by Vladimir Tatlin (if only it had been built ...  of course, it would have collapsed under its own weight ... but the plans are impressive to examine today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-1722601932962716784?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bluestocking.org/blogger/' title='Top 10 Communist Monuments to Visit'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/1722601932962716784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=1722601932962716784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1722601932962716784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1722601932962716784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-10-communist-monuments-to-visit.html' title='Top 10 Communist Monuments to Visit'/><author><name>K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw413xdYFys/THn75UMyH4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/r1I8MVY5swM/S220/ophelia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2945388926127489151</id><published>2007-06-09T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:58:18.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The 10 Movies Whose Presence In The IMDb Top 250 Is Most Galling</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know no one takes this list seriously as an index of considered critical judgement, or even ordinary good taste, but it continues to bug me anyway. Perhaps that's because the &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/chart/top?tt0416449"&gt;Top 250 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;does&lt;em&gt; reflect, in a weird hybrid way, both established film-history judgements and authentic popular choice. Normally that kind of combination works pretty well for my taste--and there &lt;/em&gt;are&lt;em&gt; lots of good movies on the list. But their presence only makes the absurdly overrated stinkers more irritating...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In reverse order of IMDb rating:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. #219 - &lt;em&gt;Stalag 17 &lt;/em&gt;(1953). Just to show that I'm not a historical snob. This is a fine WWII POW movie, but it's also dorky, dated, and unmemorable. One of the Top 250's many problems is that it overrates the 'Golden Age' of the '50s (37 films) and underrates the 'New Hollywood' period of the '70s. No way &lt;em&gt;Stalag 17&lt;/em&gt; deserves this position ahead of, say, &lt;em&gt;Straw Dogs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. #214 - &lt;em&gt;Cinderella Man&lt;/em&gt; (2005). I haven't even seen this, and its presence here still galls me tremendously. I won't complain about Gladiator, because I understand big historical epics do well on this kind of list, but do we need TWO Russell Crowe movies in the Top 250? That's embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. #197 - &lt;em&gt;Magnolia&lt;/em&gt; (1999). This is up there with &lt;em&gt;A.I.,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I Heart Huckabees&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Igby Goes Down&lt;/em&gt; in my personal list of Most Hated Movies Of All Time. In fact I'd say this is my signature Most Hated movie. You have to go to Thesaurus.com and look up synonyms for 'pompous' and 'leaden' to fully appreciate how awful this film is. I'm confident the recent Hilary Swank 10-plagues-of-Egypt feature, &lt;em&gt;The Reaping&lt;/em&gt;, did a better "Frogs" scene than this clanking monstrosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. #130 - &lt;em&gt;Crash&lt;/em&gt; (2005). All I'll say is that I disliked &lt;em&gt;Crash &lt;/em&gt;before it was fashionable to dislike &lt;em&gt;Crash&lt;/em&gt;. I'm actually surprised the post-Oscar backlash hasn't dropped this Academy embarrassment out of the Top 250 altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. #129 - &lt;em&gt;V For Vendetta&lt;/em&gt; (2006). What the fuck? Seriously. This is the most surprising movie on here. Even more surprising, it apparently &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434409/ratings"&gt;does better among women then men&lt;/a&gt;. Mysterious and very galling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. #122 - &lt;em&gt;Children of Men &lt;/em&gt;(2006). The most overrated movie of 2006. It's not really all that different from &lt;em&gt;V For Vendetta&lt;/em&gt; in its sophomoric futurism -- I used to think that was a snark, but according to the Top 250, it's a mark of distinction. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. #96 - &lt;em&gt;Braveheart&lt;/em&gt; (1995). OK, so I said I wouldn't complain about about popular historical epics, but this is an exception. What a piece of crap! And just to prove that I'm not a blind Mel Gibson-hating Jew, I thought &lt;em&gt;Apocolypto&lt;/em&gt; was very, very good. But if you add a few slaves-who-aren't-really-slaves to &lt;em&gt;Braveheart,&lt;/em&gt; you have the &lt;em&gt;The Patriot&lt;/em&gt;, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. #63 - &lt;em&gt;Reservoir Dogs&lt;/em&gt; (1992). I'm sure this will raise a few eyebrows, but I detest this movie. Truly pointless violence. Violence so "cool" and so idiotic that it could only be immortalized in a frat boy college poster. Peckinpah would vomit Beast Lite all over himself if he lived to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. #29 - &lt;em&gt;Fight Club&lt;/em&gt; (1999). Same college-poster bullshit as &lt;em&gt;Reservoir Dogs&lt;/em&gt;, only combined with a truly vapid "existential" mindfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. #2 - &lt;em&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/em&gt; (1995). The Most Quietly Overrated Movie Of All Time. Somehow, between 1995 and 2005, this film went from absorbing (if manipulative) prison flick, to middlebrow cult classic, to THE SECOND GREATEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME. I know it's not Tim Robbins' and Morgan Freeman's fault that they're naturally wooden and self-serious. But how did this happen? Not only is &lt;em&gt;Shawshank&lt;/em&gt; #2 all time, it's also the single most voted-on movie in the entire top 250, and, as far as I can make out, on the entire IMDb site. How did this happen? It's &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; galling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2945388926127489151?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2945388926127489151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2945388926127489151' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2945388926127489151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2945388926127489151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-movies-whose-presence-in-imdb-top.html' title='The 10 Movies Whose Presence In The IMDb Top 250 Is Most Galling'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3321941109034974741</id><published>2007-06-01T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:11:00.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this shit out</title><content type='html'>A slightly modified and expanded version of my last list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_black_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=8202020" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"/&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/standalone/8202020 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/download/8202020&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3321941109034974741?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3321941109034974741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3321941109034974741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3321941109034974741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3321941109034974741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/06/check-this-shit-out.html' title='Check this shit out'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009426117638986845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7448436440274070667</id><published>2007-05-23T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T19:22:54.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>15 Best Songs About Rivers</title><content type='html'>A slight edge was granted to songs about actual rivers, instead of those that used them only as a poetic device. Songs about canals were included as being somehow riverlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Pogues, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shannon_River"&gt;The Broad Majestic Shannon&lt;/a&gt; (A magical song, one of my absolute favorites.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Woody Guthrie, The Grand Coulee Dam (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbia_River"&gt;Columbia River&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Johnny Cash, Big River (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mississippi_river"&gt;Mississippi River&lt;/a&gt;) Beating out Proud Mary and god knows how many others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Kinks, Waterloo Sunset (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waterloo_Bridge"&gt;Thames River&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Brendan Behan, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Canal"&gt;The Banks of the Royal Canal&lt;/a&gt; Discovered through Dylan's beautiful cover on the Basement Tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Traditional, I Am a Pilgrim (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jordan_river"&gt;Jordan River&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sufjan Stevens, Decatur, or, Round of Applause for Your Stepmother! (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sangamon_River"&gt;Sangamon River&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thomas Allen, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erie_canal"&gt;Erie Canal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Traditional, Shenandoah (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missouri_river"&gt;Missouri River&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Muddy Waters, Rollin' and Tumblin' (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If the river was whiskey...&lt;/span&gt; Here we enter the realm of the poetic device - although &lt;a href="http://cgig.uscg.mil/media/main.php?g2_itemId=80576"&gt;maybe not&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Radiohead, How to Disappear Completely (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liffey"&gt;Liffey River&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Nick Drake, River Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The Standells, Dirty Water (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_river"&gt;Charles River&lt;/a&gt;) One of the least convincing badboy anthems every recorded, making it the perfect song for Boston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. REM, Find the River (No actual river, but it deserves credit for mentioning more plants than any other song in recorded history.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ron Sexsmith, Riverbed (One of the world's greatest songwriters, and still rather underappreciated.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7448436440274070667?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7448436440274070667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7448436440274070667' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7448436440274070667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7448436440274070667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/05/15-best-songs-about-rivers.html' title='15 Best Songs About Rivers'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2414883391569064650</id><published>2007-05-23T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:30:28.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-five Songs which might form part of a "forty minute classic rock block" or equivalent, but would rarely be heard in any other context</title><content type='html'>1. Bad Company, "Bad Company"&lt;br /&gt;2. Styx, "Renegade"&lt;br /&gt;3. Foreigner, "Juke Box  Hero"&lt;br /&gt;4. Eagles, "Tequila Sunrise"&lt;br /&gt;5. Heart, "Barracuda"&lt;br /&gt;6. Journey, "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'"&lt;br /&gt;7. Rush, "The Spirit of Radio"&lt;br /&gt;8. Doobie Brothers, "China Grove"&lt;br /&gt;9. REO Speedwagon, "Keep on Loving You"&lt;br /&gt;10. Boston, "Rock and Roll  Band"&lt;br /&gt;11. John Mellencamp, "R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A."&lt;br /&gt;12. Bob Seger, "Her Strut"&lt;br /&gt;13. Steve Miller Band, "Rock 'n Me"&lt;br /&gt;14. Lynyrd Skynyrd, "Gimme Three Steps"&lt;br /&gt;15. The Cars, "Good Times Roll"&lt;br /&gt;16.  Todd Rundgren, "Bang the Drum All Day"&lt;br /&gt;17. Supertramp, "Logical Song"&lt;br /&gt;18. ZZ Top, "Tush"&lt;br /&gt;19. Molly Hatchet, "Flirting with Disaster"&lt;br /&gt;20. Foghat, "Slow Ride"&lt;br /&gt;21. Queen, "You're My Best Friend"&lt;br /&gt;22. Eddie Money, "Take Me Home Tonight"&lt;br /&gt;23. Fleetwood Mac, "Landslide"&lt;br /&gt;24. Rick Derringer, "Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo"&lt;br /&gt;25. Steely Dan, "Rikki Don't Lose That Number"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2414883391569064650?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2414883391569064650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2414883391569064650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2414883391569064650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2414883391569064650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/05/twenty-songs-which-might-form-part-of.html' title='Twenty-five Songs which might form part of a &quot;forty minute classic rock block&quot; or equivalent, but would rarely be heard in any other context'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009426117638986845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-1638764514870379856</id><published>2007-05-18T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:12:51.120-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Completely Insane TV Shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/2007/05/17/listmania-the-10-greatest-completely-insane-television-shows-of-all-time/"&gt;Here's another opportunity for nostalgia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I sorely miss ALL of these shows--especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alf&lt;/span&gt; (shouldn't it be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALF&lt;/span&gt;?), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Herman's Head&lt;/span&gt;.  Sitcoms have fallen SO far in the past 15 years that I am positive I would watch all three of those shows if they started running new episodes.  What will kids today look back on fondly when it comes time for their list in 15 years?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two and a Half Men&lt;/span&gt;?  At least Will Ferrell is working on a &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/content_display/news/e3i11ad0a8282fd52db145f3235c0a96b6a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Land of the Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-1638764514870379856?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/1638764514870379856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=1638764514870379856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1638764514870379856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/1638764514870379856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-10-completly-insane-tv-shows.html' title='Top 10 Completely Insane TV Shows'/><author><name>Brewsers12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976413705311340749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4058752623315275223</id><published>2007-05-18T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:13:13.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Summer Movie Disappointments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstshowing.net/2007/05/15/barrys-top-10-summer-movie-disappointments-of-all-time/"&gt;Here's a good list to expand on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This got me thinking about the absolute stink bombs I've seen in the past.  Having seen all the movies on the list (as I'm sure many have), it was interesting to look back an contemplate just how BAD most of these films were, and how many could also be included.  I'm just not sure I can get on the bandwagon hating on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buffy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alien 3&lt;/span&gt; though.  I really do enjoy those films now with years between me and the initial let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main problem with this list is that I can't remember which bombs came out in the summer and which were release during the rest of the year.  Surely masterpieces of shit like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman &amp; Robin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny Mnemonic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Windtalkers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;st1:place style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt; (yes…I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt;) should be considered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please comment with some clunkers of your own.  And if you haven't heard Kevin Smith's story about the origin of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Wild West&lt;/span&gt; you must rent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Evening With Kevin Smith&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4058752623315275223?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4058752623315275223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4058752623315275223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4058752623315275223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4058752623315275223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-10-summer-movie-disappointments.html' title='Top 10 Summer Movie Disappointments'/><author><name>Brewsers12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976413705311340749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2601487244219339533</id><published>2007-05-11T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:13:24.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>10 Songs about Tragedy from the 1960s</title><content type='html'>10. &lt;em&gt;Nightmare&lt;/em&gt;, The Whyte Boots. Such a blantant Shangri-Las rip-off but its so over the top I thought it had to be on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Tommy's Doll&lt;/em&gt;, Ernest Tubb. "He layed there for a moment like a tragic broken toy... And whispered with his dying breath someone please hand me my doll"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Tell Laura I Love Her&lt;/em&gt;, Ray Peterson. One can only assume that there were a lot of car crashes in the 60s as a result of ill-fated teen love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Why (The King of Love is Dead)&lt;/em&gt;, Nina Simone. This one is a little different than the other ones on the list because its about an actual, national tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Elusive Dreams&lt;/em&gt;, Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra. The tragedy might be a little tangential in this one ("But this time, only two of us move on. And now we have each other. And a little memory to cling to.") But, its a really good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Leader of the Pack&lt;/em&gt;, The Shangri-Las. The classic ill-fated teen love car crash song. "Is she really going out with him?" (Wasn't that line used at the beginning of one of The Damned songs?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;The First Mrs. Jones&lt;/em&gt;, Porter Wagoner. "Did my little story scare you?... After all you are the Second Mrs. Jones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Ode to Billie Joe&lt;/em&gt;, Bobbie Gentry. When I was 4 or 5 my dad was tucking me into bed one night and I turned and asked him - Dad, what &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; they throwing off the Tallahatchie bridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Last Kiss&lt;/em&gt;, J Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers. Way better than the Pearl Jam cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;I Can Never Go Home Anymore&lt;/em&gt;, The Shangri-Las. "And that's called, sad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2601487244219339533?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2601487244219339533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2601487244219339533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2601487244219339533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2601487244219339533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-songs-about-tragedy-from-1960s.html' title='10 Songs about Tragedy from the 1960s'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7115241970624377188</id><published>2007-05-10T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:13:01.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>11 Most Useful Pompous Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hobbledehoy &lt;/span&gt;– A gawky adolescent boy; a callow youth. (As used in Trollope: “In truth, they are not as yet men, whatever the number may be of their years; and, as they are no longer boys, the world has found for them the ungraceful name of hobbledehoy.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ergasiophobia &lt;/span&gt;- Fear of, or aversion to, work. (Not the same thing, mind you, as simple laziness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Afflatus &lt;/span&gt;– A sudden rush of divine or poetic inspiration. (Especially felicitous when such inspiration is accompanied by bloating or gas, as it so often is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hebetate &lt;/span&gt;- To grow dull or stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Colposinquanonia &lt;/span&gt;- Estimating a woman's beauty based on her chest. (Alas, a common folly, particularly in America.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cachinnation &lt;/span&gt;- Loud or hysterical laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Napiform &lt;/span&gt;- Shaped like a turnip. (You would not believe how many things are shaped like turnips, just waiting to be identified with this word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charientism &lt;/span&gt;– An artfully veiled insult. (Known in some communities best left unmentioned as a “neg.” )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Foofaraw &lt;/span&gt;– Excessive or flashy ornamentation; a fuss over a trifling matter. (As used in the immortal and never answered Kent Brockman question from the Simpsons: “Argle-bargle or foofaraw?”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Melolagnia &lt;/span&gt;– Amorous feeling inspired my music. (I’m not sure if a word exists for odors – smellolagnia, perhaps – but it certainly should.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adoxography &lt;/span&gt;- Skilled writing about an unimportant subject. (Especially useful for the Internet age, as well as for all manner of squibs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sources&lt;/span&gt;: Assorted, but these are&lt;a href="http://www.islandnet.com/~egbird/dict/dict.htm"&gt; both &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.physics.ohio-state.edu/~wilkins/writing/Resources/essays/superiorwords.html"&gt;good&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7115241970624377188?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7115241970624377188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7115241970624377188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7115241970624377188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7115241970624377188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-most-useful-pompous-words.html' title='11 Most Useful Pompous Words'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-5546611226017143310</id><published>2007-05-10T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:13:38.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>The first use of each of George Carlin's "Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television" in the  HBO original television series Deadwood</title><content type='html'>1) Shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(To Seth) &lt;/i&gt;Byron Samson's comin' for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Clell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(To Sol) &lt;/i&gt;Sir, would you &lt;u&gt;please&lt;/u&gt; get the fuck out of here 'til we have finished our previous conversation?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Seth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(To Sol) &lt;/i&gt;How many in his play?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(To Seth) &lt;/i&gt;A dozen, shit faced. Samson just caved in Tommy Raymond's head over at the no-name frog. He went against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;2) Piss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Byron:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Yelling in to Seth) &lt;/i&gt;All you're doin' stallin', Bullock, is pissin' me off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;3) Fuck&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Clell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;If I'd a got there, I'd a been prospectin'. Jesus Christ Almighty. No law at all. Gold you can scoop from the streams with your bare hands. And I gotta go and fuck myself up by supposedly stealing Byron Samson's horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4) Cunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Yelling to no one in particular) &lt;/i&gt;It's only Wild Bill Hickok you got stalled here in the muck! You ignorant fuckin' cunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5) Cocksucker [a particular Deadwood favorite]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Seth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;That's a deal you loud mouthed cocksucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6) Motherfucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ellsworth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;You're welcome! You conniving, heavy thumbed motherfucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7) Tits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bill:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(To a man at his table) &lt;/i&gt;Does bosom mean tit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;All in the first episode, four from the very first scene, two also from  quite early on.  Notably, none of them is first uttered by Swearengen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bonus, each word's first use by Swearengen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Al:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;You don't shoot nobody 'cause that's bad for my business and it's bad for the camp's reputation. &lt;i&gt;(Examining Trixie's bloody nose) &lt;/i&gt;He beat the living shit out of you, didn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2) Piss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Al:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(To the quieted crowd) &lt;/i&gt;Well, I guess when it starts pissin' rain in here, you know who to blame, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Al:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Starting right the fuck with Custer gettin' himself massacred, it's been one thing after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4) Cunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Al:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(To Dan) &lt;/i&gt;That's her Derringer. I warned you about that loopy cunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;5)  Cocksucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ellsworth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(To Al) &lt;/i&gt;Now, with that Limey damn accent of yours, are these rumors true that you're descended from the British nobility?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.75in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Al:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;I'm descended from all them cocksuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;6) Motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Al:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I fucking started this job, I’ll fucking finish it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(He points up to the roof of the Grand Central) &lt;/i&gt;This motherfucker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oddly, this doesn't come until the third season.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tits&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="StyleBold"&gt;Al:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Oh deep fuckin’ thinkers in Washington put forward that policy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year though, so many soldiers desertin’ to prospect, give up the ghost let us all back in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And of course, Custer sorted out the fuckin’ Sioux for us, so now we’re all as safe as in our mother’s tits.&lt;/p&gt;All but the last two from the pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-5546611226017143310?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/5546611226017143310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=5546611226017143310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/5546611226017143310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/5546611226017143310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-use-of-each-of-george-carlins.html' title='The first use of each of George Carlin&apos;s &quot;Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television&quot; in the  HBO original television series Deadwood'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009426117638986845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-9042793748652741406</id><published>2007-05-07T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:14:03.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Same Title, Different Song: A Top 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just when things were getting interesting, let's go back to classic rock.  I'm not talking about covers here, but entirely different songs that happen to have the same title.  In no particular order:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Somebody to Love &lt;/strong&gt;(Jefferson Airplane vs. Queen).  The classic argument: Slick vs. Mercury.  Range vs. Power.  The decadent '60s vs. the decadent '70s.   For a while I was a hardcore Airplane partisan, but then this song became the theme for that dreadful Julia Stiles NBC miniseres on "the '60s," nearly pushing me over to Queen.  But I'll stand by Grace on this one: "When the truth is found... to be LIIEEESS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Good Times, Bad Times&lt;/strong&gt; (Rolling Stones vs. Led Zeppelin).  The Stones song isn't bad, but I'd rather never hear it again for the rest of my life than miss out on the first five seconds of the Zep tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;What Goes On &lt;/strong&gt;(Beatles vs. Velvet Underground).  Richard Starkey is a wonderful human being, but I don't think he holds a candle to Lou Reed in the songwriting department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I'm Free &lt;/strong&gt;(The Rolling Stones vs. The Who).  A toughie.  I say the Stones song edges out the Who take on "Tommy," but the electric heft of the Isle of Wight live track is overpowering.  Stunningly, given that we're talking about a Pete Townsend song here, the Stones version is in a commercial, but the Who one isn't.  Quick, Pete, call State Farm and get them on board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Gloria &lt;/strong&gt;(Van Morrison/Them vs. U2).  Wow, I love both these songs --as much as anything else on this list.  But I think U2's Gloria, particularly the live version on "Under A Blood Red Sky," reaches a level of classic rock sublimity that pre-Astral Van can't quite match.  "Hey, this is Red Rocks!... This is the Edge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;The End &lt;/strong&gt;(The Beatles vs. The Doors).  Apparently, lot of people think the Doors epic is pompous psychoblather poured over a single, repetitive riff.  Not me.  It kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Girl &lt;/strong&gt;(The Beatles vs. T. Rex).  I love T.Rex, but the Fab Four win this one going away.  Still, The Beatles and Stones come out of this little mash-fest at a combined 1-5.  What's the deal?  Somebody needs to convince Sister Hazel and Staind to commence writing songs with old British invasion titles... I could see Nickelback coming out with a new single, "Dandelion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Changes &lt;/strong&gt;(The Zombies vs. David Bowie vs. Tupac).  A three-way!  I'd love to put the Zombies first, thereby further cementing my cred as a classic rock snob, but in point of fact, this is one of the weaker tracks on "Odessy and Oracle" (or maybe I just cleverly enhanced it with that last sentence... you decide).  My order: 1) Bowie; 2) Tupac; 3) Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Trouble&lt;/strong&gt; (Elvis Presley vs. Coldplay vs. Pink vs. Ray Lamontagne).  A four-way!  I actually don't really know the Pink or the Elvis songs very well, but know that they exist is good enough.  Unfashionably but truthfully, I'd put Coldplay first, Ray second, the King third, and Pink last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Crazy&lt;/strong&gt; (Patsy Cline vs. Aerosmith vs. Seal vs. Britney vs. Gnarls Barkley).  A five-way!  (If you want to be boring and look up the Wikipedia entry on songs called "Crazy," feel free to do so.... there are probably even more.  But I thought of these all by myself!)  Where to begin?  Actually, most of these songs suck hard.  Patsy deserves the edge for alltime classic classicness, but she's never compelled me.  I say: 1) Gnarls (As Dick Clark used to say on American Bandstand, "it's got a beat.  I can dance to it."); 2) Patsy; 3) Britney; 4) Seal; 5) Aerosmith.  Man, I hate Aerosmith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-9042793748652741406?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/9042793748652741406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=9042793748652741406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/9042793748652741406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/9042793748652741406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/05/same-title-different-song-top-10.html' title='Same Title, Different Song: A Top 10'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-6399229823253956927</id><published>2007-04-28T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:54:40.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Fictional Movie and TV Presidents</title><content type='html'>1. Tom Beck in &lt;em&gt;Deep Impact&lt;/em&gt; (Morgan Freeman). America gets a black president. World ends.&lt;br /&gt;2. David Palmer in "24" (Dennis Haysbert). America gets a black president who spends all of five minutes worrying about civil liberty violations, making him a vast improvement over real president.&lt;br /&gt;3. "Jed" Bartlett in "The West Wing" (Martin Sheen). America gets a Nobel laureate whose policies seem strikingly Clintonian, except that he's a lot more fun to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;4. James Marshall in &lt;em&gt;Air Force One&lt;/em&gt; (Harrison Ford). America gets a neocon president who, personally, kicks Russian terrorist ass. (Bonus: fascinating opening sequence in which special ops kidnap evil post-Soviet dictator fools with moral sense.)&lt;br /&gt;5. James Land in &lt;em&gt;Mars Attacks! &lt;/em&gt;(Jack Nicholson). America gets Randle Patrick McMurphy. Must have been a lot funnier on paper.&lt;br /&gt;6. Unnamed in &lt;em&gt;The Rock&lt;/em&gt; (Stanley Anderson). America gets a nonentity with noname who spends 15 seconds thinking about killing 50 unnarmed civilians in order to save San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;7. Unnamed, McKenna, and Unnamed in &lt;em&gt;X-Men, X-2, X-Men 3: The Last Stand&lt;/em&gt; (David Black, Cotter Smith, Josef Sommer). America gets three nonentity presidents. Makes sense that America would search out bloodness figures with zero screen presence in near future where everyone hates and fears rise of charismatic, sexy mutants who walk around in tight leather.&lt;br /&gt;8. Thomas J. Whitmore in &lt;em&gt;Independence Day&lt;/em&gt; (Bill Pullman). America gets uncharismatic dude who can't deliver a halfway decent speech as aliens destroy world. Choice of people calls into question human race's right to exist in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;9. Bill Mitchell in &lt;em&gt;Dave&lt;/em&gt; (Kevin Kline). America gets complete dick, eventually saved by likable dude who looks just like complete dick.&lt;br /&gt;10. Andrew Shepherd in &lt;em&gt;The American President&lt;/em&gt; (Michael Douglas). America gets....aww, that's sweet. He's rediscovering love as a middle-aged man, meaning that even someone as lowly as the American president can find someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-6399229823253956927?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/6399229823253956927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=6399229823253956927' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6399229823253956927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6399229823253956927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/fictional-movie-and-tv-presidents.html' title='Fictional Movie and TV Presidents'/><author><name>Paul Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595213839623449436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4208332881710362561</id><published>2007-04-28T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:45:09.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Favorite Very Short Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They had to be around sixty words or under.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sappho - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fragment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the cool water the breeze murmurs, rustling&lt;br /&gt;Through apple branches, while from quivering leaves&lt;br /&gt;        Deep slumber streams down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wang Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On branch tips the hibiscus blooms.&lt;br /&gt;The mountains show off red calices.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.  A silent cottage in the valley.&lt;br /&gt;One by one flowers open, then fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Percy Shelley - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Art thou pale for weariness&lt;br /&gt;Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,&lt;br /&gt;  Wandering companionless&lt;br /&gt;Among the stars that have a different birth—&lt;br /&gt;And ever changing, like a joyless eye&lt;br /&gt;That finds no object worth its constancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A.E. Housman - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stars, I Have Seen Them Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars, I have seen them fall, &lt;br /&gt;But when they drop and die &lt;br /&gt;No star is lost at all &lt;br /&gt;From all the star-sown sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toil of all that be &lt;br /&gt;Helps not the primal fault; &lt;br /&gt;It rains into the sea, &lt;br /&gt;And still the sea is salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. W.B Yeats - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Deep Sworn Vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others because you did not keep&lt;br /&gt;That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;&lt;br /&gt;Yet always when I look death in the face,&lt;br /&gt;When I clamber to the heights of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Or when I grow excited with wine,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I meet your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Antonio Machado - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Summer Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful summer night.&lt;br /&gt;the tall houses leave&lt;br /&gt;their balcony shutters open&lt;br /&gt;to the wide plaza of the old village.&lt;br /&gt;In the large deserted square,&lt;br /&gt;stone benches, burning bush and acacias&lt;br /&gt;trace their black shadows&lt;br /&gt;symmetrically on the white sand.&lt;br /&gt;In its zenith, the moon; in the tower,&lt;br /&gt;the clock’s illuminated globe.&lt;br /&gt;I walk through this ancient village,&lt;br /&gt;alone, like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Adelaide Crapsey - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;November Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen ... &lt;br /&gt;With faint dry sound&lt;br /&gt;Like steps of passing ghosts,&lt;br /&gt;The leaves, frost-crisped, break from the trees&lt;br /&gt;And fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4208332881710362561?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4208332881710362561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4208332881710362561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4208332881710362561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4208332881710362561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/favorite-very-short-poems.html' title='Favorite Very Short Poems'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2198965386747706424</id><published>2007-04-22T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:13:50.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Songs About Historical Figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The last rock song top 10 in a while, I promise.  Ranked by historical specificity, historical intelligence, and general quality of the song.  Neither Achilles nor Rubin Carter counts as a historical figure.  No Sufjan Stevens on grounds of general ickiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   10. &lt;em&gt;God Bless Robert E. Lee, &lt;/em&gt;Johnny Cash.  Not QUITE as neo-Confederate as you might think -- &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/johnny+cash/god+bless+robert+e+lee_20203391.html"&gt;the gist &lt;/a&gt;seems to be that Lee is heroic for surrendering and saving lives.  But still, fairly dubious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9. &lt;em&gt;So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright&lt;/em&gt;, Simon &amp; Garfunkel.  Art Garfunkel warbles pompously and unmelodically about architecture.  It's a shame Art was such a douche, because he really did make Simon better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. &lt;em&gt;I'm Henry the VII, I Am&lt;/em&gt;, Herman's Hermits.  You know a list is in trouble when this tune cracks the top 8.  It's not even technically about the king.  But the Hermits win points for irresistible infectiousness: "Second verse, same as the first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   7. &lt;em&gt;Galileo&lt;/em&gt;, Indigo Girls.  Not very focused -- begins with Galileo, then all of a sudden I think she's talking about Amelia Earhart, then "nuclear annihilation."  At least there aren't any &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/indigo+girls/closer+to+fine_20067293.html"&gt;gratuitious attacks on PhDs &lt;/a&gt;in this one, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   6. &lt;em&gt;MLK&lt;/em&gt;, U2.  Apparently Richard Kelly &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/trivia"&gt;originally wanted this song &lt;/a&gt;for the closing sequence in &lt;em&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;/em&gt;, and only replaced it with Gary Jules's cover of "Mad World" when he couldn't get the rights.  "Mad World" is a far, far superior song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. &lt;em&gt;For the Love of Richard Nixon, &lt;/em&gt;Manic Street Preachers.  Sorta mediocre, but there are some classic clips of Nixon speeches thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. &lt;em&gt;James K. Polk&lt;/em&gt;, They Might Be Giants.  Martin Van Buren wasn't "an abolitionist", and this isn't what you'd call a "good" song, but shit: half of it is about the 1844 Democratic convention!  How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. &lt;em&gt;Cortez The Killer&lt;/em&gt;, Neil Young.  An interesting case: this is without doubt my favorite song on here, with its slow churning guitar and appropriately mystical atmosphere.  The opening lyrics are great: "He came dancing across the water, with his galleons and guns."  But Neil loses points for essentializing the Aztecs ("hate was just a legend, and war was never known"), lavishing praise on Montezuma, and seeming to &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/neil+young/cortez+the+killer_20099048.html"&gt;celebrate human sacrifice&lt;/a&gt;.  As he &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cortez_the_Killer"&gt;later said &lt;/a&gt;to his biographer, "What the fuck am I doing writing about Aztecs in 'Cortez the Killer' like I was there, wandering around? 'Cause I only read about it in a few books. A lotta shit I just made up because it came to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. &lt;em&gt;I Dreamed I Saw Saint Augustine&lt;/em&gt;, Bob Dylan.  Who needs specificity when you can have poetry?  I haven't read enough (OK, any) of Augustine to know if there are real connections being drawn here, but I do dig this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1&lt;em&gt;. Mr. Churchill Says&lt;/em&gt;, The Kinks.  Political commentary!  Famous speeches committed to music!  Mention of Beaverbrook, Montgomery, Mountbatten, and Vera Lynn!  What more could you ask for?  Churchill is in the title, but not in the best line:&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Beaverbrook says /&lt;br /&gt;We gotta save our tin /&lt;br /&gt;And all the garden gates and empty cans are gonna make us win..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2198965386747706424?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2198965386747706424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2198965386747706424' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2198965386747706424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2198965386747706424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-10-songs-about-historical-figures.html' title='Top 10 Songs About Historical Figures'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7294553454586852754</id><published>2007-04-19T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:12:27.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Songs About States</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Must have state name in the title. Overrepresentation of the South and West probably not very surprising... and this doesn't even include "Mississippi Queen," "Tennessee," or "Mary Queen of Arkansas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Hotel Arizona&lt;/em&gt;, Wilco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/em&gt;, The Bee Gees. A little syrupy, but it's got a hook.  Supposedly &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massachusetts_(Bee_Gees_song)"&gt;a response &lt;/a&gt;to the hippie westward movement of the late '60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Montana&lt;/em&gt;, Frank Zappa. Do you think Frank Zappa ever really spent time in Montana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Georgia On My Mind&lt;/em&gt;, Ray Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Alabama&lt;/em&gt;, Neil Young.  I actually like the Leonard Skinner tune, but this is Neil we're talking about.  Even though I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; he didn't spend much time in Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;My Idaho Home&lt;/em&gt;, Ronee Blakely (off the &lt;em&gt;Nashville&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Oklahoma, U.S.A.&lt;/em&gt;, The Kinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;The Only Living Boy In New York&lt;/em&gt;, Simon &amp; Garfunkel.  Sinatra was the obvious choice here, but in fact it came down to this one against Sting's transcendent masterpiece, "Englishman In New York." He's an alien! A legal alien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;California&lt;/em&gt;, Joni Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Nebraska&lt;/em&gt;, Bruce Springsteen.  Wins although most of the action takes place in Wyoming. "Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7294553454586852754?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7294553454586852754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7294553454586852754' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7294553454586852754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7294553454586852754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-10-songs-about-states.html' title='Top 10 Songs About States'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3503430568052069794</id><published>2007-04-19T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:59:31.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>20 More Best Long Songs - A Response</title><content type='html'>Affected snottiness in the comments of Akshay's post below notwithstanding, he made an excellent list.  But since the category of "excellent long songs" is hardly exhausted, here is a response composed entirely of ones he didn't mention.  And do note the slightly different musical focuses; I lean towards art-rock and prog-rock while he knows far more about soul &amp; R&amp;amp;B than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: 10 reasons why Scott Walker is better than you, or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Genesis, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinema Show&lt;/span&gt; - 11.06 (the second half is among the finest instrumental music I've ever heard in rock)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close To The Edge - &lt;/span&gt;18.32&lt;br /&gt;3.) Bruce Springsteen,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incident On 57th Street&lt;/span&gt; - 7.45&lt;br /&gt;4.) Neil Young,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambulance Blues&lt;/span&gt; - 8.56&lt;br /&gt;5.) Van Morrison,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astral Weeks&lt;/span&gt; - 7.00&lt;br /&gt;6.) Bob Dylan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again&lt;/span&gt; - 7.05&lt;br /&gt;7.) The Who, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Reign O'er Me &lt;/span&gt;- 6.37&lt;br /&gt;8.) Fairport Convention, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Percy's Song&lt;/span&gt; - 6.55&lt;br /&gt;9.) XTC, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Travels In Nihilon&lt;/span&gt; - 6.56&lt;br /&gt;10.) Radiohead, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paranoid Android&lt;/span&gt; - 6.22 (Okay, not quite 6.30, but c'mon, it's close enough)&lt;br /&gt;11.) Peter Gabriel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come Talk To Me&lt;/span&gt; - 6.42&lt;br /&gt;12.) Bruce Springsteen &amp; The E Street Band, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frankie&lt;/span&gt; - 7.20&lt;br /&gt;13.) Roxy Music, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother Of Pearl&lt;/span&gt; -6.52&lt;br /&gt;14.) Pavement, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fillmore Jive&lt;/span&gt; - 6.39&lt;br /&gt;15.) The Fall, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hip Priest&lt;/span&gt; - 7.34&lt;br /&gt;16.) King Crimson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starless&lt;/span&gt; - 12.17&lt;br /&gt;17.) David Bowie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teenage Wildlife&lt;/span&gt; - 6.56&lt;br /&gt;18.) Can, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;/span&gt; - 7.23 (I could've chosen any number of Can songs - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halleluwah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Future Days&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother Sky&lt;/span&gt;, etc. - but this has always been my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;19.) The Cure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Hundred Years&lt;/span&gt; - 6.41&lt;br /&gt;20.) Derek &amp; The Dominoes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Layla&lt;/span&gt; - 7.02&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3503430568052069794?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3503430568052069794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3503430568052069794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3503430568052069794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3503430568052069794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/20-more-best-long-songs-response.html' title='20 More Best Long Songs - A Response'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882064652569367052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3806766818046764974</id><published>2007-04-18T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:35:39.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>20 Best Long Songs</title><content type='html'>My rule was over 6:30.  One song per artist.  Jazz, live, and instrumental tracks were off limits. Also excluded were songs pointlessly extended with silence or white noise (this means you, Wilco).  Instrumental noodling was discouraged but not forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bob Dylan, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Visions of Johanna&lt;/span&gt; – 7:33 (Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands is beautiful but not quite gripping for all twelve minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Van Morrison, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Madame George&lt;/span&gt; – 9:25&lt;br /&gt;3. Velvet Underground, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heroin&lt;/span&gt; – 7:12 (Sister Ray is half an hour long, but I get pretty bored around the six minute mark.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bruce Springsteen, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Backstreets &lt;/span&gt;– 6:30&lt;br /&gt;5. Prince, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adore &lt;/span&gt;– 6:30 &lt;br /&gt;6. Tindersticks, Sweet Release – 8:55 &lt;br /&gt;7. Cat Power, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Colors and the Kids&lt;/span&gt; – 6:35&lt;br /&gt;8. Rolling Stones, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can’t You Hear Me Knocking&lt;/span&gt; – 7:15&lt;br /&gt;9. Tom Waits, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Burma-Shave&lt;/span&gt; – 6:34&lt;br /&gt;10. James Brown, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It’s a New Day&lt;/span&gt; – 6:27 (I’m giving him the missing three seconds for exceptional funkiness.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Neil Young, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On the Beach&lt;/span&gt; – 6:59&lt;br /&gt;12. Big Brother and the Holding Company, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ball and Chain&lt;/span&gt; – 9:37&lt;br /&gt;13. Al Green, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For the Good Times&lt;/span&gt; – 6:32&lt;br /&gt;14. Curtis Mayfield, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Don’t Worry) If There’s a Hell Below, We’re All Gonna Go&lt;/span&gt; – 7:50&lt;br /&gt;15. Built to Spill, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Velvet Waltz&lt;/span&gt; – 8:33&lt;br /&gt;16. Outkast, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Liberation &lt;/span&gt;– 8:46&lt;br /&gt;17. U2, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All I Want is You&lt;/span&gt; – 6:32&lt;br /&gt;18. Modest Mouse, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teeth Like God’s Shoeshine&lt;/span&gt; – 6:53&lt;br /&gt;19. The Wrens, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;13 Months in Six Minutes&lt;/span&gt; – 6:50&lt;br /&gt;20. Marvin Gaye, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Right On&lt;/span&gt; – 7:31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3806766818046764974?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3806766818046764974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3806766818046764974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3806766818046764974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3806766818046764974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/20-best-long-songs.html' title='20 Best Long Songs'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4858518523487943013</id><published>2007-04-17T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:59:45.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Minor Characters on "Seinfeld"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Maximum seven episodes. No parents, Peterman, Pitt, or Puddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Marisa Tomei (herself). The ultimate early-mid '90s babe on the ultimate early-mid '90s show. Learned that "manure" really isn't such a bad word. Beats Uma Thurman and Jon Voight (the actor, not the periodontist) in the real-life Hollywood category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Keith Hernandez (himself). Reminds you how deep &lt;em&gt;Seinfeld'&lt;/em&gt;s roots sink back into the '80s -- Most college students today weren't born when Keith last had a good year in the majors. But he was dynamite in the show's first-ever hour-long episode. "Go ahead, kiss her. I'm a baseball player, damnit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bob Sacamano (off-screen). In the heard but never seen category, Kramer's legendary friend edges out Lomez, who was an interesting chap but didn't operate a condom factory, sell knock-off Russian hats, or ever catch Rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tony the Mimbo (Dan Cortese). George: "He's the first cool guy I've ever been friends with in my life! You know, it's a different world when you're with a cool guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Poppy (Rene Santoni). Flamboyant restauranteur opposes abortion, hand-washing, and urinals over a number of episodes. "Poppy... got a little bit sloppy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sidra Holland (Teri Hatcher). "If that's Rushdie, they're real." "If they're real, that's Rushdie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sue Ellen Mischke (Brenda Strong). Heiress to the O Henry candy bar fortune, the inspiration for Peterman's "Gatsby Swing Top," and Elaine's "Lex Luthor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bob (?). Fiery, lisping antique collector and militant AIDS-walker. Described by Kramer as a "street tough" after he and his partner Cedric made off with Elaine's armoir. "Was you talking to him? Because you was obviously talking to one of us. So what is it? Who?! Who was you talking to!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Crazy Joe Davola (Peter Crombie). Opera-loving stalker and martial arts expert. "Beats up" three thugs in Central Park, in what must be one of the weakest TV "action" sequences not involving Chuck Norris. &lt;em&gt;Sic Semper Tyrannis&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mickey Abbott (Danny Woodburn). The littlest minor character of them all -- a part-time Christmas elf, part-time TV stand-in, and full-time anti-communist. Participant in one of the greatest &lt;em&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/em&gt; conversations of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kramer and Mickey&lt;/em&gt;: Rock, paper, scissors, match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mickey&lt;/em&gt;: Alright, rock beats paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kramer&lt;/em&gt;: I thought paper covered rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mickey&lt;/em&gt;: Nah, rock flies right through paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kramer&lt;/em&gt;: What beats rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mickey&lt;/em&gt;: Nothing beats rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kramer:&lt;/em&gt; Alright, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kramer and Mickey&lt;/em&gt;: Rock, paper, scissors, match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kramer&lt;/em&gt;: Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mickey&lt;/em&gt;: Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Kramer and Mickey: Rock, paper, scissors, match!&lt;br /&gt;Kramer: Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Mickey: Rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4858518523487943013?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4858518523487943013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4858518523487943013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4858518523487943013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4858518523487943013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-10-minor-characters-on-seinfeld.html' title='Top 10 Minor Characters on &quot;Seinfeld&quot;'/><author><name>Matt K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438682788288318306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7299661900205155826</id><published>2007-04-17T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:04:54.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Things in Belarus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Belarus is a former Soviet Republic in Eastern Europe, North of Ukraine, and East of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Dictator-ish "President" Aleksandr Lukashenko, who "got elected" with 83% of the vote and declared himself "master of the house," has turned the country into one of the most oppressed in the world. Not an easy place to visit, not a country that crosses one's radar on a regular basis, I got curious about it. So, the top 10 things in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belarus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;em&gt; (with links): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 10. The &lt;a href="http://nasb.gov.by/eng/organizations/museums/belmuseum.html"&gt;Museum&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Ancient Belarusian Culture&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; (Attached to the K. Krapiva Institue of Study of Arts, Ethnography, and Folklore, of course)&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.belarus.ecotour.by/e_et2.html"&gt;Braslav Lakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The &lt;a href="http://www.data.minsk.by/history/mir/"&gt;Mir castle&lt;/a&gt; complex&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.chagall.vitebsk.by/"&gt;Marc Chagall Museum&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Vitebsk&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://whc.unesco.org/en/list/1187"&gt;Struve Geodetic Arc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Minsk&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nlb.by/en/index.html"&gt;National Library&lt;/a&gt; (great &lt;a href="http://www.travel-images.com/photo-belarus45.html"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Navinki International Festival of &lt;a href="http://www.navinkifestival.org/"&gt;Performance Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.belarusguide.com/travel1/Khatyn.html"&gt;Khatyn&lt;/a&gt; WWII Memorial (“Graveyard of Villages”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bialowieza &lt;a href="http://www.bpn.com.pl/index_en.htm"&gt;Primeval Forest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The &lt;a href="http://eng.belarustourism.by/catalog/14_643.html"&gt;Radziwill Dynasty Residence&lt;/a&gt; in Nesvizh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7299661900205155826?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7299661900205155826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7299661900205155826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7299661900205155826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7299661900205155826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-ten-things-in-belarus.html' title='Top Ten Things in Belarus'/><author><name>Joe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGy9PTcAz-E/S6khQWsZw2I/AAAAAAAAADM/SZ79wK9OkF0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2345430271504402391</id><published>2007-04-16T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:59:14.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Great Lightning Reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Each book on this list can be easily read in one or two sittings and is more worthwhile than most "great" 500-page masterpieces you feel like you have to read (&lt;/em&gt;Midnight's Children, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Tomb for Boris Davidovich by Danilo Kis. (The horrors of totalitarianism in seven horror stories. Serbian.)&lt;br /&gt;2. A Way of Life, Like Any Other by Darcy O'Brien. (A Fitzgerald-esque comedy about the fall of a Hollywood couple based on B-movie stars Marguerite Churchill and George O'Brien and written by their son. American.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Amongst Women by John McGahern. (An unhappy family ruled by an impotent nationalist patriarch. Irish, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;4. To Each His Own by Leonardo Sciascia. (A trippy Mafia thriller. Italian.)&lt;br /&gt;5. The Poor Mouth by Flann O'Brien. (A comedy that includes a riff on the use of Gaelic. Irish again.)&lt;br /&gt;6. A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov. (Novel in five parts about a Byronic asshole. Russian.)&lt;br /&gt;7. The Piazza Tales by Herman Melville. (Includes "Bartleby the Scrivener," a story dear to everyone who has ever worked a temp job and surfed the net all day. American, as you know.)&lt;br /&gt;8. Nocturnes for the King of Naples by Edmund White. (Strange gay classic of the '70s. American. Oh, and did I mention gay?)&lt;br /&gt;9. Dom Casmurro by Machado de Assis. (Lighthearded comedy about one man's descent into madness. Brazilian.)&lt;br /&gt;10. Ultimate X-Men Vol. 1-6 by Mark Millar and various artists. (The finest interpretation yet of an ingenious American myth written by a paranoid Lefty Scotsman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blubber by Judy Blume. (A grim meditation on evil. American.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2345430271504402391?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2345430271504402391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2345430271504402391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2345430271504402391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2345430271504402391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-lightning-reads.html' title='Great Lightning Reads'/><author><name>Paul Morton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595213839623449436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-7167899520636002552</id><published>2007-04-16T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:00:31.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Songs about California</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One song per band.  I exhibit a distinct NorCal bias that I'll defend til the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.  Sitting on the Dock of the Bay -Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;2.  California Love -Tupac&lt;br /&gt;3.  Gene Autry -Beulah&lt;br /&gt;4.  San Francisco -Scott McKenzie&lt;br /&gt;5.  Big Sur -The Thrills&lt;br /&gt;6.  Goodbye California -Jolie Holland&lt;br /&gt;7.  Hotel California -The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;8.  Piazza, New York Catcher -Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;9.  California Stars -Billy Bragg &amp;amp; Wilco&lt;br /&gt;10.  Come Back from San Francisco - The Magnetic Fields&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-7167899520636002552?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/7167899520636002552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=7167899520636002552' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7167899520636002552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/7167899520636002552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-ten-songs-about-california.html' title='Top Ten Songs about California'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10310236765167796579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2348952687197384543</id><published>2007-04-11T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:59:59.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Sequel-less SciFi Movies</title><content type='html'>(additional rule, each director can only be represented on the list once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brazil&lt;br /&gt;2. Children of Men&lt;br /&gt;3. Blade Runner&lt;br /&gt;4. Serenity&lt;br /&gt;5. Galaxy Quest&lt;br /&gt;6. Close Encounters of the Third Kind&lt;br /&gt;7. Tron&lt;br /&gt;8. The Last Starfighter&lt;br /&gt;9. The Fifth Element&lt;br /&gt;10. Enemy Mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2348952687197384543?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2348952687197384543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2348952687197384543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2348952687197384543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2348952687197384543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-10-sequel-less-scifi-movies.html' title='Top 10 Sequel-less SciFi Movies'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15685868021264526993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-6928167504732218305</id><published>2007-04-11T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:23:29.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Best War Movies</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have decided to include movies about prisoners of war and those involving resistance against occupying armies.  Also, special points were awarded for films that featured the airlifting of an elephant.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Operation Dumbo Drop – Simon Wincer (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harrowing, inspiring. Also, an airlifted elephant.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Battle of Algiers – Gillo Pontecorvo&lt;br /&gt;3. Ran – Akira Kurosawa&lt;br /&gt;4. Army of Shadows – Jean-Pierre Melville&lt;br /&gt;5. The Two Towers – Peter Jackson (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extra points for elephant-like creatures.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;6. A Man Escaped – Robert Bresson&lt;br /&gt;7. The Big Red One – Samuel Fuller (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The recently restored cut.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Saving Private Run – Steven Spielberg (A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ssuming the beginning and end of the movie are lopped off and ignored.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;9. Paths of Glory – Stanley Kubrick (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preachy and manipulative but still very good.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;10. Grand Illusion – Jean Renoir (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little slow.  Might have benefited from an airlifted elephant.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;11. Casualties of War – Brian de Palma&lt;br /&gt;12. Children of Men – Alfonso Cuaron (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think the refugee camp sequence allows this to qualify this as a war movie.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;13. The Empire Strikes Back – George Lucas&lt;br /&gt;14. Alexander – Oliver Stone (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This movie is awful, but the elephant factor is extremely high.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;15. Bridge on the River Kwai – David Lean&lt;br /&gt;16. Willow – Ron Howard (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I make no apologies for this choice.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;17. The Dirty Dozen – Robert Aldrich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-6928167504732218305?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/6928167504732218305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=6928167504732218305' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6928167504732218305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6928167504732218305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-war-movies.html' title='Best War Movies'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3568440709517393503</id><published>2007-04-11T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:25:02.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essays'/><title type='text'>Best Post-Montaigne Essay Collections</title><content type='html'>1. George Orwell, &lt;em&gt;Essays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jorge Luis Borges, &lt;em&gt;Selected Non-fictions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Virginia Woolf, &lt;em&gt;The Common Reader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. William Hazlitt, &lt;em&gt;Selected Essays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Czeslaw Milosz, &lt;em&gt;To Begin Where I Am: Selected Essays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Robert Louis Stevenson, &lt;em&gt;Selected Essays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. William James, &lt;em&gt;Talks to Teachers on Psychology and Students on Some of Life's Ideals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Edmund Wilson, &lt;em&gt;The Shores of Light: A Literary Chronicle of the 20s and 30s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Randall Jarrell, &lt;em&gt;No Other Book: Selected Essays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. V.S. Pritchett, &lt;em&gt;Complete Collected Essays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Albert Camus, &lt;em&gt;Resistance, Rebellion, and Death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. John Berger, &lt;em&gt;Selected Essays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Dwight Macdonald, &lt;em&gt;Against the American Grain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And probably Emerson, but I haven't read him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some recent writers holding down the fort on a declining art form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joan Acocella, &lt;em&gt;Twenty-Eight Artists and Two Saints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tim Parks, &lt;em&gt;Adultery and Other Diversions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John d'Agata, &lt;em&gt;Halls of Fame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3568440709517393503?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3568440709517393503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3568440709517393503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3568440709517393503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3568440709517393503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-post-montaigne-essay-collections.html' title='Best Post-Montaigne Essay Collections'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-6522922357720700901</id><published>2007-04-11T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:00:15.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>10 Largest U.S. Metropolitan  Areas  without a major professional sports franchise</title><content type='html'>1. Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;br /&gt;2. Hampton Roads, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;3. Raleigh, North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;4. Greensboro, North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;5. Austin, Texas&lt;br /&gt;6. Louisville, Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;7. Grand Rapids, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;8. Hartford, Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;9. Oklahoma City, Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;10. Greenville, South Carolina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-6522922357720700901?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/6522922357720700901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=6522922357720700901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6522922357720700901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6522922357720700901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/10-largest-us-metropolitan-areas.html' title='10 Largest U.S. Metropolitan  Areas  without a major professional sports franchise'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009426117638986845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-5579702545739282954</id><published>2007-04-08T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:01:17.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>5 Genesis Songs That, When Performed Live, Featured Peter Gabriel Wearing Regrettably Elaborate Stage Costumes</title><content type='html'>1.) "The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway" (leather jacket, NYC Puerto Rican gang insignia, tasteful minstrel-show blackface)&lt;br /&gt;2.) "The Battle Of Epping Forest" (nylon stocking over head a la 7-Eleven robbery)&lt;br /&gt;3.) "Dancing With The Moonlit Knight" (kilt, checkerboard black &amp; white makeup, spear &amp;amp; shield)&lt;br /&gt;4.) "Supper's Ready" (flower; also, dress-wearing fox)&lt;br /&gt;5.) "The Colony Of The Slippermen" (hulking testicle-monster suit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-5579702545739282954?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/5579702545739282954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=5579702545739282954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/5579702545739282954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/5579702545739282954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/five-live-genesis-songs-where-peter.html' title='5 Genesis Songs That, When Performed Live, Featured Peter Gabriel Wearing Regrettably Elaborate Stage Costumes'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05882064652569367052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-4249781357725854627</id><published>2007-04-06T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:23:51.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Best Books by Authors 26 and Under</title><content type='html'>To inspire us all, here are some authors who did some or all of their best work before they were as old as I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. John Keats, "Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems." This collection includes the odes. (Age 25)&lt;br /&gt;2. Arthur Rimbaud, "Illuminations &amp; A Season in Hell" (Age 19)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein" (Age 21)&lt;br /&gt;4. David Hume, "A Treatise Concerning Human Nature" (Age 26)&lt;br /&gt;5. Charles Dickens, "The Pickwick Papers" (Age 24)&lt;br /&gt;6. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, "The Sorrows of Young Werther" (Age 24)&lt;br /&gt;7. Alexander Pushkin, "Ruslan and Ludmila" (Age 21)&lt;br /&gt;8. Raymond Radiguet, "Count D'Orgel's Ball" (Age 20 - he published another very good novel when he was 19!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Samuel Coleridge, Contributions to "Lyrical Ballads," including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rime of the Ancient Mariner&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christabel&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kubla Khan&lt;/span&gt;. (Age 26)&lt;br /&gt;10. Leo Tolstoy, "Childhood, Boyhood, Youth" (Age 24-25)&lt;br /&gt;11. Thomas Chatterton, Last Poems (Age 17)&lt;br /&gt;12. Percy Shelley, Poems of 1816, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mont Blanc&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alastor &lt;/span&gt;(Age 24)&lt;br /&gt;13. Fyodor Dostoevsky, "Poor Folk" (Age 25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mentions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gore Vidal, "The City and the Pillar" (Age 23)&lt;br /&gt;- D.H. Lawrence, "Odour of Chrysanthemems" (Age 24) Only a short story - finally published in a collection with several other masterpieces at the ripe age of 28.&lt;br /&gt;- Henry Green, "Living" (Age 24)&lt;br /&gt;- Philip Roth, "Goodbye Columbus and Other Stories" (Age 26)&lt;br /&gt;- Kaavya Viswanathan, Portions of "How Opal Mehta Got Wild, Got Kissed and Got a Life" (Age 19)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-4249781357725854627?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/4249781357725854627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=4249781357725854627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4249781357725854627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/4249781357725854627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-books-by-authors-26-and-under.html' title='Best Books by Authors 26 and Under'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-3572825481401939777</id><published>2007-04-06T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:01:46.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>10 Rolling Stones songs with disgusting or offensive lyrics, when you listen to them</title><content type='html'>1. "Stray Cat Blues" (Beggars Banquet)&lt;br /&gt;2. "Brown Sugar" (Sticky Fingers)&lt;br /&gt;3. "Start Me Up" (Tattoo You)&lt;br /&gt;4. "Let It Bleed" (Let It Bleed)&lt;br /&gt;5. "Under My Thumb" (Aftermath)&lt;br /&gt;6. "Yesterday's Papers" (Between the Buttons)&lt;br /&gt;7. "Some Girls" (Some Girls)&lt;br /&gt;8. "Star Star" (Goat's Head Soup)&lt;br /&gt;9. "Backstreet Girl" (Between the  Buttons)&lt;br /&gt;10. "Stupid Girl" (Aftermath)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-3572825481401939777?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/3572825481401939777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=3572825481401939777' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3572825481401939777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/3572825481401939777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/10-rolling-stones-songs-with-disgusting.html' title='10 Rolling Stones songs with disgusting or offensive lyrics, when you listen to them'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009426117638986845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-6465742525058085003</id><published>2007-04-06T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:02:30.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Most recent film or television roles of the cast of Saved by the Bell, according to IMDB</title><content type='html'>1. Mark-Paul Gosselaar, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House Next Door&lt;/span&gt;, (2006 TV Movie) playing "Kim"&lt;br /&gt;2. Mario Lopez, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dating Factory&lt;/span&gt;, (2006 TV series), Co-Host&lt;br /&gt;3. Dustin Diamond, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13th Grade&lt;/span&gt;, (2005), playing "Corey"&lt;br /&gt;4. Tiffani Thiessen, 5 episodes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What About Brian&lt;/span&gt;, (2007), playing "Natasha Drew"&lt;br /&gt;5. Elizabeth Berkeley, 1 episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Law and Order: Criminal Intent&lt;/span&gt; (2006), playing "Danielle Quinn"&lt;br /&gt;6. Lark Voorhies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Widows&lt;/span&gt;  (2002 TV miniseries), character played unknown&lt;br /&gt;7. Dennis  Haskins, 1 uncredited appearance on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson&lt;/span&gt; (2007), playing "Mr. Belding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-6465742525058085003?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/6465742525058085003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=6465742525058085003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6465742525058085003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6465742525058085003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/most-recent-film-or-television-roles-of.html' title='Most recent film or television roles of the cast of Saved by the Bell, according to IMDB'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009426117638986845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2585485033868881810</id><published>2007-04-06T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:02:16.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ten Movies in My Queue that I Have No Interest in Watching and But Will Watch Out of Guilt</title><content type='html'>1. Gold Rush&lt;br /&gt;2. Giant&lt;br /&gt;3. Nanook of the North&lt;br /&gt;4. Yankee Doodle Dandy&lt;br /&gt;5. Pride of the Yankees&lt;br /&gt;6. Little Caesar&lt;br /&gt;7. Ten Commandments&lt;br /&gt;8. Born on the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;9. Marty&lt;br /&gt;10. Lost Weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2585485033868881810?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2585485033868881810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2585485033868881810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2585485033868881810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2585485033868881810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/ten-movies-in-my-queue-that-i-have-no.html' title='Ten Movies in My Queue that I Have No Interest in Watching and But Will Watch Out of Guilt'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05181378547257522839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.cgsh.com/files/tbl_s51EmployeesBioHR/Photo5725/9453/Hartman_Michael.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-6163819254163774304</id><published>2007-04-05T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:02:49.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Top 5 World Leader  Names</title><content type='html'>1. Omar Bongo  (Gabon)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ludwig Scotty (Nauru)&lt;br /&gt;3. Gurbanguly Berdimuhammedow (Turkmenistan)&lt;br /&gt;4. Kalkot Mataskelekele (Vanuatu)&lt;br /&gt;5. Hifikepunye Pohamba  (Namibia)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-6163819254163774304?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/6163819254163774304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=6163819254163774304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6163819254163774304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/6163819254163774304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-5-world-leader-names.html' title='Top 5 World Leader  Names'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009426117638986845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811529631867477864.post-2537242126573122927</id><published>2007-04-05T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:03:10.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The 11 Best Beatles Songs</title><content type='html'>1. You Never Give Me Your Money (Abbey Road)&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll Be Back (A Hard Day's Night)&lt;br /&gt;3. It Wont Be Long (With the Beatles)&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't Let Me Down (Past Masters II)&lt;br /&gt;5. I Want to Tell You (Revolver)&lt;br /&gt;6. I've Got a Feeling (Abbey Road)&lt;br /&gt;7. Penny Lane (Magical Mystery Tour)&lt;br /&gt;8. I've Just Seen a Face (Help!)&lt;br /&gt;9. With a Little Help From My Friends (Sgt. Pepper)&lt;br /&gt;10. Across the Universe (Let It Be)&lt;br /&gt;11. Oh! Darling (Abbey Road)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811529631867477864-2537242126573122927?l=powderedwig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/feeds/2537242126573122927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811529631867477864&amp;postID=2537242126573122927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2537242126573122927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811529631867477864/posts/default/2537242126573122927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://powderedwig.blogspot.com/2007/04/11-best-beatles-songs.html' title='The 11 Best Beatles Songs'/><author><name>Akshay Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07728111336477554136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
