???

UN effing Believable.

Now, now, Jess. Leave Oliver Twist alone. There's lots of only childs in this place, and I does my best for each and every luvverly one of 'em. Teaching 'em useful tricks and all.

'Course you, my dear, never needed teaching, bein' such a natcheral.

I'm the one who counseled <Gravol 1234- an effective nausea drug> to come here in the first place!!

He can be as huffy as he likes as far as I'm concerned.

He's busy running a chess tournament at his house anyways.

I feel a bit guilty about how hard I laughed when he started demanding you type in his full and proper name.

shoot me!

Ironically, perhaps-- was this your point?

There "are" millions of theories of the media.

although perhaps your point is that they are all bollocks?

So that in "real" terms, there IS no "theory of the media" that's worth a toss.

Don't forget that <President Bush> has legal permission to read every post here and every private email.

And he's a fast reader I hear!!

Anyho, sic, I wrote to your 'husband' Al, c/o Tora Bora, including a detailed resume and a genuine beard hair. Never got a reply, though.

For security purposes the name of the organization had to be passed through a series of computer translators, starting with 'base' or 'fundament' and passing quickly through 'Devotees of the Sacred Bottom' and 'Ars bilong Mixmaster bilong Almighty'.

What I need to know now is, am I on a fatwa yet? Is it anything like a mailing list? Until recently, there were <wan owls> and <owl wans> lurking outside, but they've been replaced by <fat wans> ... am I being sizeist, or paranoid, or both?

Yours devotedly,
A.C.I.A. O'Perative
(but call me 'Ace')

PS. President Bush is the spawn of, um, President Bush. Least, that's what they taught us in <l'ecole des espions enormes>.

PPS. If you cross Al Qaeda with Gore Vidal you get Al Gore. How UnAmerican is that? Not to mention *preverted*.

Actually, they're like movies in narrative terms. More coherent than Dylan's own interminable 'Renaldo and Clara' (which I have to admit I enjoyed), and a little bit surreal -- in the pomo David Lynch manner rather than the real thing a la Bunuel.

I recently watched a few films which were my favorites in the 70s -- Antonioni's The Passenger, various Herzogs and Tarkovskys (aka Tarka the Auteur). I still like them, but they seem *incredibly* slow now. Taking, like, forever?

My internal clock must have speeded up in the meantime. But one doesn't usually associate 18-year-olds with a fondness for slow stuff, yet I was 18 to 20 when I first saw these films. Puzzling.

I've missed confusing you with <mack>.

What's up G- Money?

<Dom> Slow is good. A woman can confirm this is a fact.

The only exception to this rule is any movie with Brad Pitt featuring <extended fly fishing sequences>.

The opening sequence of <Aguirre, the Wrath of God>, in particular, is proof of this axiom.

It goes on forever, but what an exquisite forever--

Real aerial shots of a long line of Conquistadors moving through the Andes to the ethereal strains of <Popol Vue> music...

No photoshopping, no CGI, no fakery of any kind.

Good old fashioned film as art.

The fact that <Herzog> boasted of convincing <Kinski> to stay on set in the Amazon by holding a loaded pistol to his head is just icing on the cake.

They don't make movies like that anymore.

And what about <Zed and Two Noughts> and <Draughtsman's>?

Mannered, meticulous <mise-en-scene>, <montage> that investigates interiors and architecture rather than people, visual stasis with the thematically contrapuntal driving mechanical music of madness laid down by <Michael Nyman>...

Nihilism never looked or sounded so beautiful.

we women like slow and strong filmmakers.

"Oh my god it's full of **** and it goes on forever!"

Isn't that a line from some 1970-ish movie? A long slow cosmic <Kubrick>, if I recall.

Will that do? <Eyal> is the narratology expert round here. I just come in at night with my mop and bucket and, um, torture people.

Oops. Sorry, wrong scenario. Extraordinarily, no-one has ever been rendered to Frogspawn. Yet.

And nemesis clobbered him, as nemesis always clobbers hubris. He "got what he deserved", unquote - for rudeness in 2008 - by losing to Chiburdanidze 25 years earlier.

I just *love* these temporal inversions when cause and effect get sucked into a giant chrono-synclastic infundibulum.

Tsk; have you not been watching Dr Who since RTD brought it back? This phenomenon is known as 'timey-whimey stuff'.

<jess: Nihilism never looked or sounded so beautiful. >

This th(could well be a Bonnie 'Prince' Billy.

<More coherent than Dylan's own interminable 'Renaldo and Clara' (which I have to admit I enjoyed)>

Not necessarily....

heh

Viz- If you sing the song <99 bottles of beer on the wall> backwards, it tells a story...

(viz, somebody does an action over time-- drinks beer)--

but it has only a beginning.

(viz-- every verse is the same as the first one except for the Numeral, which increases by one)

So it has no middle and no ending.

It goes on to infinity.

Mrs. Likes to say <viz> a lot, but mainly because I like the magazine.

Do they still make it?

Wotcha!

er.. I'm sorry to say I dont understand this-- would you please explain in the car?

<This th(could well be a Bonnie 'Prince' Billy. >

Mrs. Robin to your Batman