for some reason this came into my head while we were waiting for de-icing on the runway in Minneapolis (2 and a half hours!)…and then I thought how great it would look if it were written down in blank verse, read in a poetic monotone…and then I thought how great it would be if this were a poem written by God:
from the NYT review of "Australia" (a film my sister claims should be watched with gin & tonics (and I’m sure she’s right)):
“Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession,” Milan Kundera wrote. “The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass! The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass! It is the second tear that makes kitsch kitsch.”
if this is your thing, you should grab Clipse’s new mixtape over here. I don’t know why I like Clipse so much, something about their flow, the way they rap about drug dealing like it’s international playboy stuff, the spare but tough beats? Dunno, but it works.
I don’t know what I like more — what a hoot this clip is, the fact that my mom(!) sent it to me (with the major point of how proud she is to know how to forward things now), or that the star of this piece is acting like my mom would act if confronted with this situation.
for some reason I love the part where she says "Is this my new TV?"…cracks me up every time…
