I watched it the other day. Was looking forward to it because I enjoyed Cloverfield, also done by J.J. Abrams. Super 8 is like The Goonies on steroids, and remember steroids aren’t good for you. The pacing and storytelling start off on a really good rhythm. The kid characters are pretty endearing. A lot of the visuals and shot angles reminded me of E.T. (I guess that’s because Steven Spielberg produced this one), and there’s a crazy cool train wreck scene, but by the time it was over, I felt let down and unfulfilled. It just seemed a little too convenient, especially when kids start wandering through warzones unscathed. And the ending, oh the ending! It left me saying, “That’s it?!”
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Some friends and I gathered on Monday near this sculpture in Houston to celebrate MLK day.
Afteward, we armed ourselves with street chalk, walked over to a sidewalk, and continued the celebration.
|friend Dave's MLK inscription|
|friend Phoebe's MLK quote of choice:|
Darkness cannot drive out darkness,
only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate,
only love can do that.
|After reading a few MLK speeches, the word AGAPE echoed in my head, so I was compelled to write it big.|
|friend Judy's work|
|We spent much of the day contemplating the love of mankind, but I didn't want to leave out our animal brothers.|
Thursday, January 12, 2012
old crow of a woman in bonnet, sifting through the dump
salvaging those parts of the world
neither useless nor useful
she would be hours in the sweatlodge
come out naked and brilliant in the sun
steam rising off her body in winter
like a slow explosion of horses
she braided my sisters’ hair with hands that smelled deep
roots buried in the earth
she told me the old stories
how time never mattered
when she died
they gave me her clock
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Should I write a lengthy review extolling the immeasurable greatness of the Bartleby story?
I would prefer not to.
Should I expound upon the genius and intellect of the author, Herman Melville?
I prefer not to.
Should I rank the story along with Poe’s Cask of Amontillado and all the other great short stories ever written?
At present I prefer to give no answer.
Should I analyze the literary techniques, devices, themes, and motifs used to tell the story?
At present I would prefer not to be a little reasonable.
Should I describe the bitter feelings of melancholic gloom that overwhelmed me upon reading the end?
I would prefer not to.