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Sunday, April 25, 2010

Snot Taking Over, or Is It

CRUNCHING THE LAST 24 HOURS' NUMBERS:

* # of hours slept: 3
* # of these hours that were Friday night and not Saturday night: 3
* # of times awakened from only sleep in the last 24 hours by husband yelling about tornadoes in Alabama: 1
* # of seconds that elapsed after said awakening before a facial tissue was required to wipe away dripping snot: 17
* # of facial tissues used up to capacity of tissue to hold human snot: 67
* # of facial tissues used beyond capacity to hold human snot: 21
* Are you including the one right now: No, 22, dammit.
* # of times had to rely on toilet tissue as facial tissue as roll was the closest approximation of facial tissue nearby as snot was leaking in mass quantities from nose QUITE SUDDENLY: 77
* # of shirts used to wipe SUDDEN snot away from leaky nose when no sort of tissue of any kind was nearby: 1
* # of shirts washed: zero
* # of socks, underwear, and dress-up pants washed: zero
* Isn't Saturday laundry day? Just get on with it, smartass.
* # of times locked self away in 1 of various bedrooms in house to try and sleep: 2
* # of hours elapsed behind closed doors: about 4, once for 1 hr and once for 3 hours
* # of times had to finally relent and get up to let "concerned" dogs into bedroom because sleep would not come anyway: 2
* # of resultant dogs lying on chest sniffing at cough-drop breath and whimpering about your ailment but probably whimpering moreso because Saturday is usually the day dad and dogs can play fetch all day and we haven't done so because of aforementioned vast quantities of snot: 2? Was the question how many dogs? Yes! OK, 2.
* # of chew toys collecting at feet brought by by dogs wanting to play fetch: 14
* Have you actually tried playing fetch? Yes.
* Can you describe what went wrong? Yes, snot went wrong. Snot went everywhere.
* # of times have tasted own snot: Oh, God, don't make me count. Infinity. Is infinity OK as an answer?
* # of times after tasting own snot that resulted in a quite dramatic Vivian-Leigh-esque "As God as my witness, I'll never taste my own snot again!": 1
* # of seconds that elapsed before tasting own snot once again: 133, only because couldn't curl lip quite elliptically enough to cause snot to drip to floor rather than into mouth and was shirtless because previous shirt had reached its snot capacity
* After the shirt dried off, you put it back on, didn't you? Umm, yes.
* # of weeds pulled: What? Are you effin' kidding me!
* # of weeds laughing at you: At least 4 or 5 thousand million
* Expectations for Sunday: Oh, please, a day of rest
* Are you checking your temperature and drinking lots of water? Yes, no temp; drinking vats of water, but water tastes unfortunately like snot. So did the rice and leftover pizza.
* Did you get a chance to exercise? Only if blowing nose counts as exercise. There was that 1 time I tried playing fetch with the dogs too.
* # of times eyes bugged out quite cartoon-like? Exactly the same # of times as have blown nose. Would someone please do the math for me. Or "do the maths," if you're British or Aussie or South African or whoever the hell says "maths." Why do you guys say "maths"? It causes perturbation and just seems too... plural.
* # of times used the phrase "causes perturbation" after deleting "is annoying" so as not to offend any "maths" users: 1
* Let's get back on topic... # of times you felt that if you didn't close your eyes while blowing nose that head would explode and life would end whimperingly on a Saturday or Sunday surrounded by weeds: see previous answer, the one about eyes bugging out, not the one about "perturbation." God, my head hurts.
* # of juicy blogs gained from snotty experience over last 24 hours: 1
* Are you embarrassed by having to use snot as a blog topic? Look, who are you? Why are you asking me all these questions? How did you get in here? It's like 4 effing o'clock in the morning. Go away. I'd kick your number-crunching ass if I didn't think all that movement would loosen even more scary amounts of snot.
* Should I stop then? ...

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Saturday, April 24, 2010

War Damn Eagle! & Roll Tide Roll!

FINDING POSITIVITY IN SPORTS RIVALRIES


Do you ever read sports articles online at ESPN or on Yahoo! and then try to read the reader comments on the various boards afterward, thinking you’ll find a fan who thinks as you do or a comment that may help elucidate a point only vaguely referenced in the article itself? So many of the articles play on the readers’ feelings about rivalries, whether it be Alabama vs. Auburn, Roger Federer vs. Rafael Nadal, the Celtics vs. the Lakers, the Boston Red Sox vs. the New York Yankees, the Russian Federation Olympic team vs. Team U.S.A. or just pick your own favorite sports rivalry. The writers do take advantage of the readers’ feelings about their favorites to get lots and lots of comments. The more comments, the more likely ESPN or Yahoo! will let the writer write another article. Most intelligent readers see through this and still behave positively. Others let their fanatic support of one over the other get the best of them and they start spouting the most vile negative comments.

Playful stuff like “Jeez, the Heat, more like the Cold, bwahahaha….” and “Pac-10, haha, more like too-much-talking-smack-10 bites you in the ass 10…” turns into weird outta’ insane left field stuff like, “Bunch a’ damn Commies making those little girls do that just for a Gold medal…” Too much patriotism gets fired up, too much sexism, racism, homophobia, and all kinds of hatred just runs rampant on the comment pages. The moderators seem to be ineffective at best. “FANS,” as I call them, fanatics that only enjoy the sport when their team or player is playing and ONLY if their team wins and ONLY if the battle doesn’t have any “damn referees blind as bats” judging the action, “FANS” will throw out the most egregious stats, stats they pulled outta’ their asses just to defend their patriotic racism and/or geocentric fanaticism against their perceived enemies.

Oh, the enemies that a tennis ranking system can cause or a football bowl invitation can make. I grew up in Alabama, a University of Alabama fan through and through, so I certainly know about sports rivalries. I hate Auburn; the hatred of Auburn was passed on to me by my parents, the community I grew up in, and by my peers. I barely even know why I hate Auburn; I just do. It’s not even something I think about; it’s just something that is.

(Wow, I guess all hatred is like that.)

Why? Why am I so negative about Auburn? Where does this hatred come from? Where does that negativity get me? I’ve been getting to know my sister-in-law’s sister, Stacey, these last many months—she’s as much an Auburn supporter as I am a Bama one; however, we just agreed to disagree at the beginning about our specific teams, and we just don’t talk for a few weeks out of the year around Iron Bowl time. We bonded further by simply looking at the bigger picture—we both fervently agreed that the SEC, the SouthEastern Conference, is the ONLY conference of college teams worth supporting, which is a courageous feat indeed as we both are SEC’ers stranded in the middle of the Pac-10 portion of the U.S. now. “Pac-10,” ouch, even typing it out makes my fingers hurt and feel drained of any power at all.

Stepping back from our two specific teams and looking at the bigger picture, the bigger conference that they both play in, in this case has helped us both become more positive.


Let me try to demonstrate the Power of Positivity by using women’s tennis as an example since some of you may not be into the latest rivalries or issues since the Golden Age days of the Women’s Tennis's Chrissie/Martina rivalry with all its negative aspects—commies vs. capitalists, East vs. West, straight vs. gay that ultimately all morphed into a big positive aspect—two friends who were supremely trained and talented driving each other to extreme athletic perfection to fight the great fight. I only do this because I’m into it but realize that most friends I talk sports with are not and not out of any sexism, racism, or patriotism or any other –isms I’m aware of on my part. That way, presumably, most readers of this blog will not have great feelings one way or the other, so maybe they will then be able to make the big step at the end, stepping out away from the negative commentary to see the big positive picture.

Let’s focus on a burgeoning tennis rivalry, the two most recent number-one-ranked players, Serena Williams and Dinara Safina. The two tennis stars have both been out for the last few months with injuries, but both will return to the tennis tour over the next several days and will perhaps get a chance to renew their new rivalry and perhaps renew all the commentary about who really is the true number one player.

When Dinara was # 1, many complained because Serena was arguably the more talented player with bigger career wins and accomplishments. When Serena was # 1, some complained because she only played the big tournaments and didn’t show up to fight for the smaller titles like Dinara did.

The stories and comments grew though from stories about two talented athletes fighting for positive wins into negative stories about Russians vs. Americans, black vs. white, and East vs. West and the silly like. Negative, negative, negative…

You know, to be the current number-one, Serena Williams obviously ignores as much negativity as she can, her own and outside negativity, and uses positivity to win; so does current number-three-ranked Dinara Safina. Both could probably use even more positivity (view Serena's 2009 semifinal U.S. Open footfault-gate and a veritable smorgasbord of smashed-racquet videos starring Dinara on Youtube for examples of their negativity). But, you know, we could all use a bit more positivity. Certainly, the commenters on the sports boards at Yahoo! and ESPN could certainly stand a bit more positivity; there are too many folks there that need to step back and look at the big picture. Who can help them do that to help rid all of us of their vitriolic, insane negative comments and relieve us of their made-up statistics and protect us from their “FAN”atic attacks? I'll answer that call... (Get ready for a heapin’ helpin’ of positivity and probably just a tad too much self-involved nostalgia…!)

You can’t get two comments in after a story about Serena’s comeback, a positive thing, she’s been out since January with leg/knee issues, without some “FAN” of Dinara’s or other players’ spouting about how “typically American” Serena is with her “sense of entitlement” or spouting about race. You can’t get two comments in after a story about Dinara’s comeback, she’s been out since January with back issues, without reading a “FAN” of Serena’s or another players’ comment about Dinara’s “feeble Russian mentality” (apparently, she fights to the final strongly then crumbles, having been in 3 Grand Slam finals with no wins, much the way that Communism fought the fight until the Wall crumbled) or about how if anyone supports Dinara over Serena he or she must be racist or anti-American. The negativity is so so so frustrating and unnecessary. What does it matter what country a great player comes from or what color the skin surrounding her athletic body is?

These two players typically do well in just about every tournament they enter. When any tennis player reaches the quarterfinals in a tournament, she's done better than 75% of the field. For any pro player to win ANY tourney at the pro level is a remarkable achievement, from the biggest and best tournaments, the Grand Slams (the Australian Open, the French Open, Wimbledon, and the U.S. Open), to even the smallest tournaments, now called the International level. Serena has won 36 tourneys since she became a pro, and Dinara 12 so far. Dinara and Serena, as players, do deserve a great deal of praise, consideration, and respect. BOTH do.

For any college team to just have a winning season. Think about it... You have to admire what went into all those players and coaches and all they had to do to just show up to the game. To have a winning season--greatly deserving of respect. Hey, maybe the team doesn't end up # 1 for the season, but respect the wins. And, oh, the win over the rival is just the tastiest morsel on the planet at times. Iron Bowl '85, anyone! Oh, when Van Tiffin elder kicked a winner for Ray, Bama once again defeating Auburn, dee-licious!

Let me tell you, I myself have, off and on through the years, led a tennis life and have sometimes been negative. I've played tennis since I was 9, took lessons for years as a youngster (I learned early the negative “value” of throwing more than a few racquets over fences) and starred on my high-school tennis team as the # 2 seed (so I know something about fighting for # 1 as well). I played intramural tennis in college and made proud points there but also continued tossing my racquet over the fences; again, once or thrice. I've coached middle-school tennis and have even gotten around to entering a tourney or two as an adult here and there, with the negative over-the-fence-tossing-of-the-racquets finally a thing of the past at this point. You could say I had an early peak at 18; I was better then than I ever was at 9-17 or 19-25, but I got very lucky and had a "comeback" at 26/27 as I began coaching and was never better than then in my mid- to late-20s, serving hard and slapping the back- and forehands forcefully from the baseline mixed in with a fair bit of slick volleying too, which used to be THE way to play. Luckily for me, as the boys on the team I coached became better, so did I. After a few more years, well, the knees began to creak, and the shins began to ache. Again though, luckily for me, as the pain got worse, the negativity lifted more and more. I became more appreciative of the skills and time I’d been given and the overall history of the game. I hope Dinara, who’s lost the # 2 ranking while she’s been out injured, and Serena, who’s managed to hold on to # 1 since her injuries, can both come back positively from their recent pains as well.

All along through my own years of playing and coaching, I followed pro tennis pretty closely, since about 1976.

I say all this so I can freely admit and perhaps you'll believe me that I've followed some greats' careers and really over-defended them against their rivals, putting the rivals down, way down, just as some “FANS” have done in comments on ESPN and Yahoo! (and, yeah, just as I do with wonderful Alabama over horrible Auburn). I was all about Tracy Austin way back then and couldn't stand Martina Navratilova for a few years. I would only hear and think good of John McEnroe and wanted to vomit when Ivan Lendl came up in conversation. I came around. Martina and Ivan are 2 of the greats, and I admire them both now. I admire Martina greatly, as a matter of fact.

You know, some # 1 players do fade from memory, but so do some Grand Slam winners as well; regular life just gets in the way of your tennis fandom sometimes. I honestly cannot picture Yevgeny Kafelnikov clearly in my head, and he's won 2 Grand Slams and been # 1. Sergi Bruguera, already gone out of my head, another 2-time Grand Slammer. Did I ever know Brian Teacher, another Grand-Slammer? I remember that Russian year when Sveta Kuznetsova and Maria Sharapova rose up and each won a Grand Slam, but I honestly don't remember Anastasia Myskina winning the French Open that same year, and she made it to the # 2 ranking then, too.

Many commenters on the various tennis boards say that only the Grand Slam winners are ever remembered or are the only ones that deserve respect. Fewer numbers say that most # 1 players are remembered, but even the feat of reaching # 1 is less deserving of respect, for some reason, than a big-time Grand Slam win. You know what though, I can clearly see and remember plays and shots and tourneys starring pros, some even in non-Grand-Slam tourneys, pros who never made it to # 1 or who never won a Grand Slam, pros like Wendy Turnbull, a # 3 ranking and a 3-time Grand Slam finalist; Kathy Jordan, a # 5 and a 1-time Grand Slam finalist. Don't even get me started on Andrea Jaeger, oh, I remember the young belle of the early 80s, working that Tracy vibe and making it her own and then scoring # 2 in the rankings and French Open and Wimbledon singles finals, too. (She’s a nun now; how’s that for an epilogue to a great sports career and a true testament to positivity! Go, Andrea! Go, Sister!) 1986 French Open finalist Mikael Pernfors, he's still clear in my mind as is the cat, Miloslav Mecir, a late 80s 2-time Grand-Slam finalist.

I want to be able to peruse and enjoy intelligent, positive reader comments after reading a sports article online, but sometimes it’s difficult to read through them. It's even disturbing reading some of the vitriolic comments there, comments against perfectly adequate pros like Serena and Dinara and fine teams from fine sporting institutions, like the SEC. Remember, someone out there will remember each of these fine players and remember them fondly, no matter how their careers flow from here, and they’ll gain positivity from the remembering.

So, how can we get the “FANS,” the ne-gators, to crawl up out of the dark swamp and see the big, positive countryside that a well-trained, gifted athlete can race through and dominate in a positive way to the positive betterment of all of us true fans? How can we get them to turn the negativity down about 85,000,000 notches and then focus on the sport they've chosen to care about in a positive way?


Verily, I say unto the ne-gators, the so-called too-negative “FANS”…

“FANS,” support your favorites BUT, yes, admire their opponents, too. Pro Tennis can't be an easy thing, even for a gifted athlete, like Martina, or even for a trust-fund youngster who had all the "breaks" early, like McEnroe. The pursuit of excellence in pro tennis is a difficult, demanding thing. Seeing that difficulty and the dedication it takes to win is how fans are born. Yes, even just being a fan of such an endeavor can be as much a positive, wonderful, life-affirming, victorious thing as actually playing the matches yourself--IF YOU LET IT. Be positive! The positivity you gain from supporting your favorite is not negated by the positivity someone else gets supporting his or her favorite. I’d rather think positively of all the hours of training of their talents that Serena and Dinara worked through to get them to the final or semifinal or quarterfinal and marvel at the intense play each forges against the other than think in a negative way about who’s American and who’s not or what it means to be ethnic-Tatar Russian or African-American or who’s in better shape at the moment. I really don’t care about “Serena’s big ass” or “Dinara’s little mound of belly fat.” If they can smoke the skinny-ass girls with abs of steel off the court, that’s fine with me; more power to the big girls. I may pause and wonder how great they’d be in better shape, but rather than let that get negative about now, why not let it be positive about the future.

Furthermore, “FANS”, now, if you really, really honestly still think something's terribly wrong with the ranking system, then do something much more proactive and positive than calling names (like “She’s # 2, and I mean ‘# 2,’ if you know what I mean, and we all know who the true # 1 is”), MAKING UP STATS, or, wasting one more second vomiting your filthy negativity out into the universe on a Yahoo! or ESPN tennis sports page comments section and get your concerns more directly to those that can do something about it.

”FANS,” perhaps you see the comments boards as the only such forum available to you. I'll tell you honestly though, as a tennis player and a REAL FAN of tennis first and as a person who HAS BEEN PAID TO ANALYZE and has professionally graded thousands and thousands and, yes, thousands of pieces of writing next, you will NOT make a positive change to the Women’s Tennis Association Rankings system by being SO crassly and dehumanizingly negative like a few of you on the sports boards are being. How does the old saying go, you can catch a lot more flies with honey than you can with vinegar. “Honey,” positive; “vinegar,” negative. If you need a sports analogy--you can catch a lot more pop flies with a positively well-built glove than you can with a negatively-balanced golf club. Take the fire of your negativity and let it light up some research about to whom to truly address your concerns and ideas about a better ranking system.

”FANS,” restart here and now; you can do it. Start positive here. Grow from there. Maybe one day, you'll be a pro player, a sports agent, an ad-agency copywriter specializing in tennis ad copy, or even the Women’s Tennis Association CEO. Maybe, just maybe, you'll finally, finally just be A TRUE FAN of tennis overall and not just a “FAN”atic about 1 or 2 players, insanely making crap up online. Go for it. Step back, away from so many specifics and personalities and colors and trophies and this and that. Step back away from all that little stuff and see the big picture, two stupefyingly awesome athletes trained to fight it out to the best of her own limits, two athletes at the top of the game that a couple thousand currently attempt at the pro level. Two out of two thousand. That’s an inspiring accomplishment for any two athletes to attain, even if, say, they were just from some little almost unknown European country, say, Belgium, and not huge Russia and not gigantic America. See what I did there. Think Big Picture. Think Global. And,…Think Positive!


By the way, just so you “FANS” know, the ranking system in place now that takes a player’s results over the past twelve months and awards points as to how far she got in the various levels of tournaments works just fine. Serena's been # 1 in the past; she's been ranked out of the Top 50 and then been # 1 again. She's won a Grand Slam here and there; she's lost one here and there. Dinara's also been # 1, and she's also been ranked much lower. She's won a low-level tourney here and a higher-level one there. She’s lost a few matches here and there and then come back to win more tournaments here and there. So have Martina, John, Andrea, Miloslav, Chrissie, Mary Joe, Tracy, Dinara’s older brother Marat Safin, Virginia, Jim, Rafael, Serena’s older sister Venus Williams, Jimmy, Steffi and the list goes on and on... My list of favorites will be different from yours, and our list of greats may also differ, but let it all be positive love of the game rather than negative name-calling and fear-mongering and phobias. It’s a game. Enjoy it! Furthermore, let me enjoy it, too.

All the names and stats and lists, it all ends up history stored pretty accurately as names on the trophies and in the rankings through the years. Fans do care and notice who wins Grand Slams; they ALSO DO CARE AND NOTICE Grand-Slam finalists too. They certainly notice # 1s; they notice # 10s too. The ranking system works just fine. It positively does!

It POSITIVELY does!

Positivity is better than negativity. Not just in your favorite sports rivalry either, but in all walks and runs and fights and discussions in life. Positivity is better than negativity. It positively is!


My Auburn-fan sister-in-law’s sister, Stacey, and I, Bama graduate and fan, share a niece, Elizabeth. It just occurred to me while writing this that I need to get some white and crimson Bama clothes to that beautiful little girl before she’s burdened under all that yucky Auburn orange and blue. Hold on, Elizabeth, hold on. (Oh, that poor girl, growing up in the middle of all those Pac-10 schools, too. Eek! Just don’t look at them, Elizabeth. They’re used to that and will soon calm down.) Do your best, girl. Treat your Aunt Stacey with respect and positivity when she’s on about Auburn this and that, but it is O.K. to just say, “Roll Tide!” when she’s done and then to just say no to her orange and blue stuff. It positively is.

Isn’t it…? It still is, right? Even after all I said…


War Damn Eagle!

Roll Tide Roll!


(Ths blog entry is COPYRIGHT 2009/2010 Michael S. Adams)

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Holy Choosing Sides, Batman!

WHO'S IN YOUR FIGHTING-FIVE CIRCLE?


OK, it's the Ultimate Showdown!

It's just you and five of your FICTIONAL friends (human, super-powered, robotic, alien, androidal, past, present, future, etc.) left to fight the final battle against whatever fantastic version of evil is about to end it all.

Whom do you choose to fight alongside? I choose:

1. Jaime Sommers (the original BIONIC WOMAN), a knockout in all senses of the word. Plus, if it's only the 6 of us left, she'll at least have some tech that maybe we could use inside of her.
2. Kelly Garrett (of the original CHARLIE'S ANGELS), for her glam judo skills and her kickass looks and, of course, her ability to quickly disguise herself as a chain-gang prisoner, a prostitute, a model, a photographer, or really any 1970s TV character staple. Plus, there was that episode where she kicked drugs, admirable.
3. Wonder Woman, stronger the Hercules, more beautiful than Aphrodite, wiser than Athena, umm, detecting a pattern here. Plus, she's a freakin' princess. There's always gotta' be a princess.
4. Yu Shu Lien (from CROUCHING TIGER, HIDDEN DRAGON), the ultimate mistress of almost every kind of weapon. She would kick some major ultimate-evil ass. Plus, she's lost love, so you know that would add more depth to our little group of survivors.
5. Aquaman, just in case the ultimate evil tries to attack us using our oceans and waters against us. It is hoped that the Ultimate Showdown will not happen anywhere near here in Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A., then.


So, who's in your fighting-five circle?

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Going for the Oscar

QUOTATIONS FROM 30 OF MY FAVORITE FLICKS

(Not all of these are the best-made, best-written and/or best-acted films; these are just some of my favorite flicks...)

1. The Lion in Winter (1968) Eleanor: "In a world where carpenters get resurrected, everything is possible."

2. Network (1976) Louise Schumacher: "Get out, go anywhere you want, go to a hotel, go live with her, and don't come back. Because, after 25 years of building a home and raising a family and all the senseless pain that we have inflicted on each other, I'm damned if I'm going to stand here and have you tell me you're in love with somebody else. Because this isn't a convention weekend with your secretary, is it? Or - or some broad that you picked up after three belts of booze. This is your great winter romance, isn't it? Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Is that what's left for me? Is that my share? She gets the winter passion, and I get the dotage? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I'm your wife, damn it. And, if you can't work up a winter passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance. I hurt. Don't you understand that? I hurt badly."

3. Blade Runner (1982) Batty: "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to die."

4. Howards End (1991) Aunt Juley: "All the Schlegels are exceptional. They are British to the backbone, of course, but their father was German, which is why they care for literature and art."

5. Groundhog Day (1993) Rita: "Do you every have déjà vu?" Phil: "Didn't you just ask me that?"

6. All About Eve (1950) Bill Sampson: "The Theatuh, the Theatuh - what book of rules says the Theater exists only within some ugly buildings crowded into one square mile of New York City? Or London, Paris or Vienna? Listen, junior. And learn. Want to know what the Theater is? A flea circus. Also opera. Also rodeos, carnivals, ballets, Indian tribal dances, Punch and Judy, a one-man band - all Theater. Wherever there's magic and make-believe and an audience - there's Theater. Donald Duck, Ibsen, and The Lone Ranger, Sarah Bernhardt, Poodles Hanneford, Lunt and Fontanne, Betty Grable, Rex and Wild, and Eleanora Duse. You don't understand them all, you don't like them all, why should you? The Theater's for everybody - you included, but not exclusively - so don't approve or disapprove. It may not be your Theater, but it's Theater of somebody, somewhere."

7. Chinatown (1974) Jake Gittes: "But, Mrs. Mulwray, I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something."

8. North by Northwest (1959) [Thornhill is wearing sunglasses to hide his identity] Ticket Seller: "Something wrong with your eyes?" Roger Thornhill: "Yes, they're sensitive to questions."

9. Much Ado About Nothing (1993) Beatrice: "O God, that I were a man. I would eat his heart in the market-place."

10. Steel Magnolias (1989) Clairee Belcher: "The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize."

11. Rear Window (1954) Lisa: "What's he doing? Cleaning house?" Jeff: "He's washing and scrubbing down the bathroom walls." Stella: "Must've splattered a lot." [both Jeff and Lisa look at Stella with disgust] Stella: "Come on, that's what we're all thinkin'. He killed her in there, now he has to clean up those stains before he leaves." Lisa: "Stella... your choice of words!" Stella: "Nobody ever invented a polite word for a killin' yet."

12. The Silence of the Lambs (1991) Hannibal Lecter: "People will say we're in love."

13. Casablanca (1942) Ilsa: "I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met..." Rick: "Was La Belle Aurore." Ilsa: "How nice, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris." Rick: "Not an easy day to forget." Ilsa: "No." Rick: "I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue."

14. Two for the Road (1967) [last lines] Mark Wallace: "Bitch." Joanna Wallace: "Bastard."

15. Ordinary People (1980) Conrad "Con" Jarrett: "You can't break the ball. Can't break the floor. Can't break anything in a bowling alley. And that's what I like about bowling alleys. Can't even break the record."

16. Dune (1984) [first lines] Princess Irulan: "A beginning is a very delicate time. Know then, that is is the year 10191. The known universe is ruled by the Padishah Emperor Shaddam the Fourth, my father. In this time, the most precious substance in the universe is the spice Melange. The spice extends life. The spice expands consciousness. The spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its navigators, who the spice has mutated over 4000 years, use the orange spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of the universe without moving. Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you. The spice exists on only one planet in the entire universe. A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Fremen, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a messiah, who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as Dune."

17. Star Trek IV - The Voyage Home (1986) Spock: "Your use of language has altered since our arrival. It is currently laced with, shall we say, more colorful metaphors, 'double dumb-ass on you' and so forth." Kirk: "Oh, you mean the profanity? That's simply the way they talk here. Nobody pays attention to you unless you swear every other word. You'll find it in all the literature of the period." Spock: "For example?" Kirk: "Oh the collected works of Jacqueline Susann. The novels of Harold Robbins..." Spock: "Ah. The Giants."

18. Aliens (1986) Newt: "We gotta get inside. It's gonna be dark soon, and they mostly hunt at night. Mostly."

19. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (Wo hu cang long) (2000) Li Mu Bai: "I've already wasted my whole life. I want to tell you with my last breath that I have always loved you. I would rather be a ghost, drifting by your side as a condemned soul, than enter heaven without you. Because of your love, I will never be a lonely spirit."

20. Contact (1997) [Witnessing a celestial light show up close] Ellie Arroway: "...Some celestial event. No - no words. No words to describe it. Poetry! They should've sent a poet. So beautiful. So beautiful... I had no idea."

21. A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) Blanche DuBois: "I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell truths. I tell what ought to be truth."

22. The Color Purple (1985) Shug: "I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it."

23. Fargo (1996) Marge Gunderson: "So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd. And for what? For a little bit of money. There's more to life than a little money, you know. Don'tcha know that? And here ya are, and it's a beautiful day. Well. I just don't understand it."

24. Maverick (1994) Maverick: "I've only got one gun, that's 6 bullets. They're six, that's 36 bullets. Maybe they've got two guns, that's 72 bullets, maybe they've got rifles..." Annabelle: "You're babbling." Maverick: "No I wasn't."

25. To Kill A Mockingbird (1962) Atticus Finch: "Good Afternoon Miss Dubose... My, you look like a picture this afternoon." Scout: [hiding behind Atticus whispering to Jem and Dill] "He don't say a picture of what."

26. Henry V (1989) [Addressing the troops] King Henry V: "And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by from this day until the ending of the world but we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers, For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother, Be he ne'er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition, and gentlemen in England now abed shall think themselves acursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks, that fought with us upon St. Crispin's day!"

27. Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (1977) Luke: [interrupting] "Will you shut up and listen to me! Shut down all the garbage smashers on the detention level, will ya? Do you copy? Shut down all the garbage smashers on the detention level! Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level!"

28. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958) Gooper Pollitt: [to Maggie] "Why don't you go up there and drink with Brick if the conquerin' hero hasn't passed out already? He may have to pass up the Sugar Bowl this year or was it the Rose Bowl he made his famous run in?" Mae Pollitt: "It was the punch bowl, Honey, the cut-glass punch bowl."

29. Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) Ronnie Neary: "All right, everybody to bed!" Toby Neary: "No, wait! Dad said we could watch The Ten Commandments!" Ronnie Neary: "Roy, that movie is four hours long." Roy Neary: "I said they could watch the five commandments."

30. Forbidden Planet (1956) Dr. Edward Morbius: "Guilty! Guilty! My evil self is at that door, and I have no power to stop it!"

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Friday, April 23, 2010

A Poem About HamNet

THE JOURNEY OF THE LAKELAND HORSE


I dreamed the pterodactyl
Screamed out of wet eggshells
Tore into bloody flesh with my hardened beak
And took flight over hellish lands

I woke, a lone baby quail,
And fell in line for a while
In the covey’s quaint nest
But grew up too large to fit in

I was the white-tail deer
Vaulting out of season
Amid the baying dogs
My antlers hunted hounded

I hissed as a snake
Tasted forbidden fruit
Coiled crushed beneath
Souls of prejudice and hate

I flew as a hummingbird
To an island of cherry blossoms
And fed my invisible wings
On the sweet nectar of others and self

I joined a tower of giraffe there
Whose queen taught me to stand tall
Shepherding my height
Til all the fences fall

I ran as the free cheetah then
Joining my pride, one of many,
Belonging but ever running and running
All the same all the same all the same

I stalled as a pack mule
Herding my burden in the ocean breeze
Strong and prepared for the long trip
From shoreline to sleepy desert

There I remain, a quiet lakeland horse
In the waterless lands
Dreaming of being Pegasus
Flying the heavens over the new-blown sands

(April 18, 2010)


COPYRIGHT 2010 Michael S. Adams

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Thursday, April 22, 2010

Brain Food: The Movie

ZOMBIE MESSIAH


HELLalujah!

There were lots of "Happy Easter"s wished a few weeks ago and also a couple of nice MLK, Jr. mentions as well at the beginning of this month, April, 2010. For Easter, some celebrate the anniversary of the rising from the dead by Jesus Christ, a great spiritual leader, to put a capper on his mortal life and prove that He's God. In more recent times, another great spiritual leader, Martin Luther King, Jr., had his mortality stolen from him on April 4, over 40 years ago, when he was murdered "in the name of 'love.'" Wouldn't it be nice if all great spiritual leaders could arise from the dead and continue leading us? I guess the great ones live on in some form anyway.

Yet another friend suggested that if one arises from the dead, isn't one technically a zombie. Hmmmm, brain-food for thought....

Now, with the recent success of all the zombie movies and even the literarily-praised PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES, I'm thinking yet another inspirational story could take advantage of this ZOMBIE craze--try this on for size--ZOMBIE MESSIAH!

In it, our story begins with with Mary Mags (desperately, in and for love) and a still-Doubting Thomas (not quite trusting that Jesus could and would do what He said) and Repenting Judas (seeing what a great leader he stole from the world) as neo-mad-scientist/zombie-spell-seeker types and all frantically trying anything to raise the messianic dead, and it finally.... working.

However, after that, our story turns from inspiration and the using of the Word for good into something else. Whole societies arise around the great teachings but then skew the teachings to their own ends, for the exclusive betterment of only their own societies and the extreme detriment of OTHER societies and peoples and individuals different from their own accepted limitations of what a society and a people and a person should be, and then all Hell breaks loose. Every time the teachings are used "in the name of 'love'" to commit yet another atrocity, society pays for it with another zombie walking the mortal plane. Crazed societies rise up planetwide, societies that kill and are prejudiced to the point of murderous arrogance against anyone being different.

Scary story, huh...

Coming soon to a theatre near you (Copyright 2010)... ZOMBIE MESSIAH!



Or,... are you living the movie right now, living the word, right now, right here, right now in 2010...


Yes, He's in the house, using the phone upstairs. And, He sees dead people, blinded by arrogance and Jesus-complexes, zombies twisting His teachings not for love but for a blinding prejudice and murderous hate.

Oh, He's mad as all Heaven, and, you know, He's not going to take it any more.


ZOMBIE MESSIAH!

Maybe, one day, our story will end with Love, true LOVE and FREEDOM for all from the oppression of zombies.


Here are some brainy snacks to nibble on... some great words from two great MEN... it's brain-food for thought...


"From every mountainside, let freedom ring. When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children... will be able to join hands and sing..., "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" --MLK, Jr.


"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven..." --JC

"Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free... A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another." --JC

"You know my friends, there comes a time when people get tired of being trampled by the iron feet of oppression ... If we are wrong, the Supreme Court of this nation is wrong. If we are wrong, the Constitution of the United States is wrong. And if we are wrong, God Almighty is wrong. If we are wrong, Jesus of Nazareth was merely a utopian dreamer that never came down to Earth. If we are wrong, justice is a lie, love has no meaning. And we are determined here... to work and fight until justice runs down like water, and righteousness like a mighty stream." --MLK, Jr.


ZOMBIE MESSIAH!... Brain-Food for Thought. May justice and love and righteousness and freedom rain down upon us all. Zombies melt when justice and love and righteousness and freedom rains down upon them. Then, the spirit lives... the Spirit lives... THE SPIRIT LIVES!



(The essay above and all ideas contained therein are Copyright 2010 Michael S. Adams)

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Medical Insurance for All

THE KNEEJERK DANCE

(or, A Narrative Addressed to the Stranger Overheard Today Discussing THE Topic of the Last Few Weeks)


Just for a second or two, please put yourself in the place of a person you've heard of or perhaps even known, a person who's MOST worse off in this life.

Feel that life.

Think about it.

(By the way, that person isn't you either. If you have even one other electronic device besides that flippety floppity keyboardy glow-y screen "phone" on your table on which you are accessing and spending time on the internet, or Facebook, as you mentioned, for example, my friend, it sure isn't you. Yeah, times ARE tough, but, really, it ain't you.)

Are you in the place of that poor person yet? Spent a second or two as her or him...?





AS THAT PERSON, now how do you feel about the issue of medical coverage and government mandates and rules and such concerning medical coverage?

Hmmm...?

What's your kneejerk reaction when you're downtrodden? What're your self and selfish thoughts on the matters? Helpful? To be taken advantage of? Bad? Good?

Hmm... indeed.

Cool, come back to yourself.

Thanks for your time. Maybe just for a second, we were able to dance to the beat beat beat beating down of a different socio-economic friend, friend. EMPATHY rocks!



Now, opening a separate but similar vein, a vein where sentences end in prepositions, if we were to make a list of all the stupid-a$$ crapapple the government spends our tax dollars on...

Looking at that list, AND WRITING ONLY OF MYSELF HERE, I will complain here and there about various stupidities, but I am CERTAINLY not going to moan about my money paying for somebody's medicine, SOMEBODY'S MEDICINE!, not when that's ten-thousandth on the list of stupid-a$$ crapapple and there are nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine others things more stupid-a$$ crapapple-y for which my tax dollars are used. Really, it ain't the worst thing!

Hey, look, I'm far more angry about some government spending I studied in history class in high school years ago, and that was not just years ago, that was YEARS AGO. We learned about how each toilet-seat cover in the thousands of military-industrial war machines that were roaming the Cold-War-plagued planet at the time each cost the government anywhere from $500 to $3000. And, look, I'm not bagging on the military--I, for one, am the son of many proud military generations dating back to the American Revolution (yeah, that one, the one in the 1700s)--I happen to love the military. Years ago,... I read about the government mixing with the military-industrial complex, getting together and balancing my parents' and grandparents' tax dollars with $400 hammers and $3,000 toilet-seat covers and the like! This is years in the past, and I'm still perturbed by that particular instance of tax (over)spending, years in the past...

--Toilet-seat covers vs. Any citizen's health--

...BUT, EVEN IF THE GOV'T SPENDING MONEY ON MEDICAL COVERAGE in the future MAKES IT EVEN HARDER FOR ME TO PAY MY MORTGAGE AND GET ANOTHER CAR, I - AM - STILL - NOT - GOING - TO - SIT - AROUND - AND -MOAN - KNEEJERKEDLY - ABOUT - SOME - OF - MY - TAX - DOLLARS - BEING - SPENT - ON - SOMEBODY'S - MEDICINE.

Someone else is sick.

Of course, the debate requires more thought and study, but...

...if it's a little girl who's poor and sick, that'll be awesome if my money helps her.

Y'know, if it's the rude drug-addled hater you mentioned, well, that has to be OK, too, doesn't it.

After the hater gets better, perhaps we'll debate him on the issues. I admit it is alarming to think that perhaps after my money is spent on making him better,... what if he does go out and kill someone? Well, that makes it difficult, huh... but are you the ultimate judge of humanity and the future of us all? Am I?

I know I'm not. You're not either.

Maybe that sick little girl who was not well off and was also helped to medicine by our government grows up. She grows up healthy and strong. She grows up healthy and strong and becomes a great president, a great president in YOUR favorite political party, a great president greater than all who came before; and just maybe she teaches us a better way by using the drug-addled fool hater's story as a teaching tool.

Who knows?

Good health to all.


By the way, don't take this narrative to mean I don't debate and even moan about things the government does with my tax money. I do believe I mentioned, using two dollar marks with double meanings, a list of stupid-a$$ crapapple-y items above. Some of them certainly rate my ire and every once in a while rate my two cents, especially when it's my two cents about my two dollars being spent on something stupid. Even this particular issue of medical coverage is not perfect (i.e., contains some stupidity) and is well worth more and more and more debate.

DEBATE. DEBATE AWAY, my friend.

DEBATE... DEBATE but don't kneejerkedly selfishly moan about your money and your taxes and you, you, you, you, you when somebody else is sick and needs health care.

You may someday come face to Face with the fact that it's not all about you. Certainly, debate about yours and somebody else's medicine, but don't selfishly kneejerkedly moan about somebody else's medicine.

This moaning is just you jibber-jabbering away just waiting for your turn to talk and not even listening to anyone else at your table. Debating perhaps implies at least a little bit of listening--certainly, listening at least enough to enable a stronger argument against your opponent. But, debate, when the planets align, perhaps perfect debate is like empathy rocking out; healthy, "healthy" debate is like the marketplace of ideas, where mixed metaphors and the cream rise to the top to the good of all.

The cream, the empathy, the top....

Good health to all!


I mean you when I say, "Good health to all," but I don't mean just you.

Good Health to ALL!


Peace, my friend. The floor is yours. I'd love you to rock out on the floor, too. Rock out to the Safety-for-All Dance, The Healthy-Debate Dance, the one with the Empathic Slide. Line up here. This is a line-dance for us all. Really, it IS you.

Dance however you like but please... not that kneejerking move you've been showing us. There's just a bit too much ass in that move, my friend. Doesn't that hurt?


(The web-log entry is COPYRIGHT 2010 Michael S. Adams.)

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