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Children of Men"
Truth in fiction? With articles about decreased sperm count in men living in industrialized countries, hormone-laden food affecting our kids' development, and now inadvertent cocktails of every drug ever administered forming from human bodily waste that filters into our water supply... One figures that whatever eventually happens in reality will defy and exceed even the extreme speculation in movies like this one.
Really, really good movie. Nihilistic as hell (until the 'morrow at the end), but very accurate depictions of human reactions under stress.
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Man, that was one of my favorite lines from previous productions (’96 and ‘04). Well, at least the ‘08 Hello, Hamlet show gives a lot of songs the old heave-ho — the show was starting to look a little long in the tooth. I think Grease and a bunch of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s tired recyclings of Barbara Streisand are getting the collegiate spoof treatment.
[OMG (and I say that non-ironically) — that dig at ALW was a completely random stab in a dark room with a new moon. And I squarely skewered the grand poobah’s liver. Google it for yourself.]
Trivial goings on further below. First, some soul-scourging and rokking out.
The nutshell:
I rock!
Everything rocks!
Wait, no. Backyard fu sucks hairy, unwashed monkey nuts. But everything else still rocks. (the Three Stooges, cheese, concealed handgun licenses, and sunsets among all other things — but only one of these mentioned items actually bears on this month’s mega-post. See if you guess right.)
(So I lied; no soul-scourging today. Whaddya do? :P)
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Browsed 1/2 Price books before going to class yesterday. Found some decent ’70s SF by Pournelle etc.
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In 9th grade, I was first exposed to the concept of corporate culture and some of the organizational challenges a company faces when recent growth outstrips a well-established and successful company culture.
I didn’t recognize the beast for what it was, of course. Nor did I imagine that, one day, I would cross swords and bucklers with the author who introduced me to this concept. (I met him at WMAW 2005, and we partnered up several times in two classes at WMAW 2006. Nice guy.)
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Every generation has its claims that Mankind has maxed out his wonder credit.
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…Are no fun. I highly unrecommend. If I ever maul significant amounts of wood again, I am getting a table saw and router. But I am under semi-voluntary vows of poverty, that’s not likely to happen soon.
On the flipside, I smelled pine-fresh all day.
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I was reading a book, wherein the author wrote a bit of dialogue for one of his characters.
Shocking, I know. But this particular passage had a different feel to it — the sort of thing that Cato might say. The gist of the passage was that modern literature is extremely good at capturing the human condition in its myriad forms and facets. To its detriment, however (in the author’s thinly-veiled opinion), modern lit paints this portrait of Man as a static object — what is, rather than the innumerable potentialities of what could be, may be, or will be.
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