Thursday, April 15, 2004

All Idol, All the Time As Randy would say, "Yeah Yeah" to Philip for helping me fix my non-existent commenting. I'm not sure I want comments, but hey, go Cowell on me. I can take it. Especially with the thick skin of electronic anonymity to protect me. Quentin Tarantino almost made me forget that I hate* him last night, because he was so sweet to most of the AI contestants. *If my mother is reading this: I do not actually hate Mr. Tarantino. I remember, of course, that it is a waste of my precious energy to actually "hate" anyone. (Yes, this is what I was taught to believe as a child. Irritating, when growing up in Chattanooga, TN as the only Yankee in a sea of rednecks. But I digress...) Back to QT-- I do find him, and many of his movies, and certainly all of his film appearances, and most of his interviews, beyond grating. The use of the word "hate" was meant only to hearken back to Mr. Tarantino's own faint but heartfelt praise for the truly adorable George Huff, and his performance of a song I'm not ashamed (ok, I am, actually) to love, the theme from "Against All Odds". It pains me that I am going to be buying a third AI cast album, to join the other two gathering dust on my shelf, because at this moment, I really feel I'll listen to it. I know that feeling will pass. comment []10:30:39 PM   trackback []

Musings on tax day I cannot believe that just when Air America was starting to sound like a real station, without major dead air, or broadcasters talking in the background through commercials, or callers being unceremoniously dumped mid call--it's off air in LA. Ok, they're preaching to a pretty big choir out here, so maybe we're not a priority, but it's so tellingly liberal that they can't get their acts together to actually get the signal out. The Republicans would not have had these problems, sad but true. I watched footage of the memorial service for the WI national guard soldier today; her sisters spoke about what a great soldier she was and I nearly lost it. My mother asked me, a propos of it being tax day, if I could think of anywhere else I'd want to live. She said she couldn't think of any place safer, and truly, I don't think I'd necessarily be so much safer anywhere else--maybe the Isle of Man, but more on that later. My knee-jerk answer, of course, is Paris, because it is my number one city of all time (closely followed by New York, Bangkok a distant third)...but not because I'd feel safer there. And truly, the French government isn't bringing home any prizes lately for rational, humane, forward thinking policy. But it is hard, today, to deeply feel that my country merits my unquestioning boosterism. Maybe, when we pull together and oust the corporate crooks, I'll once again feel all the pride I should in being American. comment []3:48:00 PM   trackback []