RaveTen 15
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slipjig3I missed a week. I have a note from my doctor, honest...
Books: No one has ever accused Umberto Eco of presenting his readership with "light fiction," but even taking that into account, it's amazing how deeply into the intellectual morass he's willing to take you in Foucault's Pendulum. Not so much dense language as densely-packed ideas, the book reads like JFK for the medieval-historic detective set. Fascinating reading all around, but don't put it down for too long—you'll be hopelessly lost when you pick it up again.
Movies: Anna and I like to keep library books in the bathroom for browsing purposes, and one of our favorites is a little tome called Bad Movies We Love. It is in this light that I name to this week's RaveTen Road House, my vote for the Greatest Bad Movie of the Modern Era. Sure, anyone can bring you gratuitous sex and violence, but Road House goes the extra mile, bringing you martial arts, lap dances, bar brawls, monster trucks, vigilante justice, back-room rear-entry boinking, 80's Miller-rock (courtesy of the Jeff Healey Band), and both Sam Elliott and Patrick Swayze. Sublime, and yet so, so ridiculous.
Music: My first exposure to Suzanne Vega wasn't "Luka" or her breakout album, Solitude Standing, but "Marlene on the Wall" from Suzanne Vega, her debut. And it was that song, and eventually that album, which stuck in my craw for years. She's done some great stuff throughout her career, but it's her first that gives me the chills to this day.
TV: Anna has had to put up with my ranting about "St. Elsewhere" for weeks now. I can't help it. This was truly revolutionary television, the show that made "ER" and "Chicago Hope" possible. This is the show where Dr. Westphall, in response to an HMO director's lowball offer, dropped his pants and said, "You can kiss my ass, pal." In 1987, people. (I think Bravo's still showing reruns, bless their hearts.)
Web Sites: It sounds too good to be true: go to The Breast Cancer Site, click on the pink button, and a donation is automatically made towards providing free mammograms for needy women, paid for by the site's advertisers. But true it is. Go. They need your help. (Also, they offer links to similar sites devoted to world hunger eradication, rainforest preservation and the like. All worthy of your attention.)
Food: Ahh, July. July means summer. Summer means fresh basil. Fresh basil means pesto. And pesto, coupled with fettucine, tortellini, grilled chicken, or nearly anything else, means a happy Adam. And dag nabbit, now I'm craving. Stupid July...
LiveJournals: Some people are good to have on your friends' list simply because they're good people.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhiacat is good people, and a good friend, and fun to read, and puts together a wicked CD mix. So good to know her.
Shopping: So anyway, let's say you're on the road from Stockbridge, Massachusetts down to Great Barrington. And let's further say that you happen to see a little clot of antique shops on your left out of Stockbridge Road, and decide to pull in. And let's even further say that you poke your nose into the building labeled "The Music Store" The logical follow-up to this is the following: you will pass out, once you see all of the gorgeous guitars, banjos, mandolins, bouzoukis, sitars, lap and hammered dulcimers, all on the damn shelves. Trust us. We did. (Click here, but be careful of the MIDI mandolin tunes when you do.)
Places: Lake Placid, yes, absolutely, a great place. But better still is the road to Lake Placid, from I-87 Exit 30, heading west. There are stories to be told, and tell them I will, and soon, but not yet. There is a secret place, you see...
Whatever: Have I gushed enough about iTunes yet? What, I have? Oh. Well, booger. *pout*
Now I just need to figure out why this entry gave me a backache...
Books: No one has ever accused Umberto Eco of presenting his readership with "light fiction," but even taking that into account, it's amazing how deeply into the intellectual morass he's willing to take you in Foucault's Pendulum. Not so much dense language as densely-packed ideas, the book reads like JFK for the medieval-historic detective set. Fascinating reading all around, but don't put it down for too long—you'll be hopelessly lost when you pick it up again.
Movies: Anna and I like to keep library books in the bathroom for browsing purposes, and one of our favorites is a little tome called Bad Movies We Love. It is in this light that I name to this week's RaveTen Road House, my vote for the Greatest Bad Movie of the Modern Era. Sure, anyone can bring you gratuitous sex and violence, but Road House goes the extra mile, bringing you martial arts, lap dances, bar brawls, monster trucks, vigilante justice, back-room rear-entry boinking, 80's Miller-rock (courtesy of the Jeff Healey Band), and both Sam Elliott and Patrick Swayze. Sublime, and yet so, so ridiculous.
Music: My first exposure to Suzanne Vega wasn't "Luka" or her breakout album, Solitude Standing, but "Marlene on the Wall" from Suzanne Vega, her debut. And it was that song, and eventually that album, which stuck in my craw for years. She's done some great stuff throughout her career, but it's her first that gives me the chills to this day.
TV: Anna has had to put up with my ranting about "St. Elsewhere" for weeks now. I can't help it. This was truly revolutionary television, the show that made "ER" and "Chicago Hope" possible. This is the show where Dr. Westphall, in response to an HMO director's lowball offer, dropped his pants and said, "You can kiss my ass, pal." In 1987, people. (I think Bravo's still showing reruns, bless their hearts.)
Web Sites: It sounds too good to be true: go to The Breast Cancer Site, click on the pink button, and a donation is automatically made towards providing free mammograms for needy women, paid for by the site's advertisers. But true it is. Go. They need your help. (Also, they offer links to similar sites devoted to world hunger eradication, rainforest preservation and the like. All worthy of your attention.)
Food: Ahh, July. July means summer. Summer means fresh basil. Fresh basil means pesto. And pesto, coupled with fettucine, tortellini, grilled chicken, or nearly anything else, means a happy Adam. And dag nabbit, now I'm craving. Stupid July...
LiveJournals: Some people are good to have on your friends' list simply because they're good people.
rhiacat is good people, and a good friend, and fun to read, and puts together a wicked CD mix. So good to know her. Shopping: So anyway, let's say you're on the road from Stockbridge, Massachusetts down to Great Barrington. And let's further say that you happen to see a little clot of antique shops on your left out of Stockbridge Road, and decide to pull in. And let's even further say that you poke your nose into the building labeled "The Music Store" The logical follow-up to this is the following: you will pass out, once you see all of the gorgeous guitars, banjos, mandolins, bouzoukis, sitars, lap and hammered dulcimers, all on the damn shelves. Trust us. We did. (Click here, but be careful of the MIDI mandolin tunes when you do.)
Places: Lake Placid, yes, absolutely, a great place. But better still is the road to Lake Placid, from I-87 Exit 30, heading west. There are stories to be told, and tell them I will, and soon, but not yet. There is a secret place, you see...
Whatever: Have I gushed enough about iTunes yet? What, I have? Oh. Well, booger. *pout*
Now I just need to figure out why this entry gave me a backache...
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Date: 2004-07-06 08:02 pm (UTC)... Eco is one of those authors I keep meaning to read.
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Date: 2004-07-07 04:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-07 10:04 pm (UTC)