*bunch of haikus based on my top 25 favorite albums
“out of time”
near wild heaven
i sat there looking ugly
but this film is on
man in the middle
stay all day if you want to
girl you’re so groovy
the last time i saw Jesus
“king james version”
still no plan in place
a kid in a carpet store
you’re the tall kingdom
raise our heavenly glasses
diamond slippers on
“dizzy up the girl”
whisper in my ear
scatter like ice from the spoon
give up forever
First movie I watched this year where I thought, “I wish I would’ve seen this in a theater.”
I remember reading about this back in the day when Spielberg was supposed to direct it and Will Smith was playing Bobby Seale and Jeff Daniels was David Dellinger.
Sorkin’s style grates occasionally but overall it flows. Some of it almost borders on propaganda, some of it is really self-indulgent. But the movie’s failings never overshadow its successes.
Cast is stellar. Awesome mix. Great to see Joseph Gordon Levitt again. Sacha Baron Cohen is good but can’t seem to nail down his…
Adrien was confused. Self-esteem? What was that?
Dr. Getzen would explain, or at least Ms. Fovenesi said he would. Dr. Getzen had brought his self-esteem machine with him. The machine was somewhat scary looking to Adrien. His first grade class would all get a dose of it, this strange substance called self esteem.
Dr. Getzen was nice, white-haired, white-mustached, smiled a lot. He had big glasses and wore a tie. He told students that self-esteem was something inside you that made you feel good about yourself.
Adrien thought of his insides — his heart beating and his lungs expanding and…
Thomas felt it coming. He ran to the toilet, knelt before it.
His insides clenched and coiled and green goo erupted from his lips. The stuff just kept coming. It got on his forearm, his right thumb. Thomas gripped the toilet, wished he cleaned it more often.
Once the putrid torrent ceased, Thomas went to the kitchen for another roll of paper towel.
This is such a pain in the ass, he thought.
Out in the living room, the flies buzzed all over the sliding door. Thomas had no idea where they were coming from. They buzzed all night, all…
I was driving north in Ypsilanti near the old projects — this big block of shitty apartments with a shitty parking lot. They were near the old hospital. It was sunrise and early winter, the end of November creeping up on us. Frost was on the ground and the air was numbing and the puddles were all brown ice.
I was taking a shortcut, suing the circular outer drive that goes around the projects to get from Huron drive to Golfside. In doing so I’d avoid the extra-long light at the main intersection.
I was in a hurry but not…