Runcible Blog

subway ripoff

I went in to Boston today because it's been a while since I've wandered on the subway. What's the deal with the $1.25 T fare now? Why the rate increase? I must've missed something. $1.25 is kind of inconvenient. What if you don't have change or just have $1? out of luck, I guess.

Anyway, I had a hearty burrito at Burrito Max in Kenmore sq. I should write to the Burrito Max HQ (in Mexico, I'm sure) and ask them to open one of their fine establishments in the Lawrence area. As far as I know, you can't get a good, cheap burrito around here. There's a vast, untapped burrito/taco market in the Merrimack valley, waiting for an enterprising restauranteur to set up shop. Get to it!


Offensive Post of the Day

You know, that guy Sheik Ahmed Yassin didn't look like a big scary terrorist. Here he is having a fun time scooting around in his wheelchair:

weeeee!
The Sheik Ahmed Yassin that I knew

I doubt he put up much of a fight against a missile attack. It's pretty cowardly when you have to resort to missiles to assassinate a crippled old man. I hope I don't get destroyed by Israeli missiles when I'm 72.


On another note, I just saw some show on PBS about women's liberation and what not. I wasn't paying much attention, but I was captivated by one Miss Wendy Shalit, author of A Return to Modesty: Discovering the Lost Virtue. See what I mean?

Wendy Shalit: Hottie
Can I discover her lost virtue?

I was surprised to read that she's quite the prude. You'd think that someone who wrote a book on modesty would be an ugly dog, but Ms. Shalit throws that theory out the window! Even though I don't know her and didn't listen when she spoke, somehow I think the modesty thing is just a façade -- she's actually a "girls gone wild" groupie or an Ivy League porn star.

Well, I can imagine.



That concludes the Offensive Post of the Day ™


Eternal Sunshine

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind shines eternally with a spotless cast of Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet. (ugh!)

But seriously, it's worth seeing (even from the first row at the theater). It's the best Jim Carrey performance I've ever seen simply because he isn't over-the-top this time. And Kate Winslet is great as quirky Clementine. She pulls off an American accent even when yelling (one way to determine someone's true accent is by listening to them yell).

The film has that Charlie Kaufman style -- flashbacks, loopy plot, neurotic characters. I like the movie's message though. Maybe it's not so bad to remember one's negative experiences along with all the positive ones. Keeping those memories enriches life and helps us grow, eventually. Impulsively deleting painful memories would mean never learning from one's mistakes and throwing away countless tender thoughts.

Althought the idea probably isn't too original, I think the memory-erasure story is a fascinating thing to imagine. Or, if you don't feel like a imagining, go see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. playing at a theater near you!

Well, that's just two cents from a regular, sappy moviegoer.

My sister didn't much like the film considering the sighs and yawns she uttered constantly. Some movies require a certain modicum of attention span. If only there were a method of quantifying attention spans. Then they could write on the movie posters, "You must have at least a 7th grade attention span to appreciate this movie." or something like that


a new scam

Today at Romano's in Methuen we were approached by a pregnant woman bearing paper flowers.

I was confused when she gave me two flowers until she said, "$3 for one, or $5 for two." Huh? "It's going to a good cause." [points to her belly] Huh?

Generous guy that I am, I gave her $10 for 4 fake flowers. I hope she spends it wisely. The flowers will look lovely in my car.

Anyway, the consolation is that since the flowers are paper, they won't die...unlike the baby.


are you kidding?

Here's a user contributed review of The Battle of Algiers from imdb (emphasis mine):

Christopher Mulrooney
Los Angeles
Date: 21 January 2004
Summary: Thrilling.

The substance of this takes place in a flashback after the opening scene, a man seated on his chair, shaking with the tortures he has just undergone. The great gag is that Ali La Pointe is a purveyor of Three-Card Monte, i.e., a street Arab. The flashback occurs during a situation like that of Le Jour Se Lève.

There is an amusing revelatory sophism (still more in Queimada) which Richard Lester and Sydney Pollack developed in Cuba and Havana, respectively. Saadi Yacef as the NLF leader Jaffar bears a striking resemblance to Robert Forster in Delta Force.

The essence of this film is the predicatory realism of the handheld camera in the Rouch manner. There is the Casbah, there is the sea, over the rooftops. The absoluteness of the structure is the fait accompli of style waiting to be born every second and doing so explosively, thanks to special effects unmatched until The Pianist reversed the perspective, observing the mayhem at first hand and an answer to it at a distance.

The score takes note of Bartók to very thrilling effect.

hmm...clear as mud.