Monthly Archives: May 2000

Now this could easily become

Now this could easily become an addiction. I’m not the smartest person in the world, but I love to imitate them.

Someone in a local club

Someone in a local club I run asked about Angelina Jolie’s marriage to Billy Bob Thornton. I rattled off a couple of facts I’d read. It disturbs me that I knew. I need to re-assess my priorities.

Did I mention that The

Did I mention that The Minus Man had a really cool soundtrack? Did I mention it at all, except to update my “last movie” thingie? Well, I kinda liked it. The Minus Man is a quiet movie–like a Cowboy Junkies disk. Quiet, but worth a listen. It is better as a renter, so you can put it down and come… (more…)

Descriptions of Psychlos in Battlefield

Descriptions of Psychlos in Battlefield Earth: A Jamaican trapped in a KISS video Klingon Chia-Pet Rob Zombie on a bender

Ugh. I don't know about

Ugh. I don’t know about this. Humans are a nasty, violent species. Is sanitizing our entertainment going to help? I think to some extent, the answer may be yes. Excessive violence breeds excessive violence. I know I personally have become desenstized, and I tend to seek out more ruthless images in an attempt to feel some sense of shock or… (more…)

You mean I can't really

You mean I can’t really run my computer on potatoes?

Tom Tomorrow is odd. But

Tom Tomorrow is odd. But I love anything that makes fun of Battlefield Earth. I think it’s becoming an obsession.

About a year after I

About a year after I bought the tape, I had the pleasure of catching Makeba in concert. She was touring with her ex-husband, the renowned trumpet-player Hugh Masakela. It was one of those dignified concerts where everyone has to stay seated. A shame–it rocked.

She plans to use it

She plans to use it as a planter?? Just remember boys, it doesn’t pay to wave your leg at girls.

My first experience with Mama

My first experience with Mama Africa was one of those strange, rare, musical epiphanies. I was walking to Powell’s Books (big store, many books) several years back, and on the way passed a local music shop called Django’s. In the window was a poster of an enigmatic African woman. I had no idea who she was. I only knew that… (more…)