Tonight as I was entertaining friends at my bubble apt for a dinner party, terrorist blew into a Yeshiva in Jerusalem and started shooting all around... They in return were shot... blood all over the place... death and destruction... another day of violence...
What is interesting is how everybody is so media savvy that they know "what sells"... terrorists going into a Jewish Seminary sends direct arrows to our past in Europe... this makes Israeli's even angrier as you are pouring salt on a wound that will never heal...
Maybe the leaders of the world really should all meet in a baseball field and fight it out with socks filled with horse manurer?! (W.C. Fields/Woody Allen)
http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/meast/03/06/mideast/index.html?iref=mpstoryview
In other news... some asses are trying to censor the internet... if to quote the great Harold Rubin "I like very much living here... it is a completely psychotic place..."
Lost in Translation
Me Myself and I
Friday, March 07, 2008
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Like A Rolling Stone
I saw the film "I am not There..." and although I liked the film a lot, and I recommend it, in order to fully enjoy the film you have to know a lot about Bob Dylan and also a lot about cinema... Todd Haynes is a true cinefile and he is so exact that he makes all film students giggle with the delight. Oh and by the way, Cate Blanchette is the new Meryl Strip and she is just such a great actress... I love Heath Leadger :)
I also really loved a small part at the end of the film, given to us by Richard Gere or Kris Kristoferson or some voice at the end of the film...about how you wake up every morning as somebody else... and you don't know who you are, and you just wonder through life that way... it didn't make me sad at all... it hit home... when I find that quote online, I will bring it on.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
I also really loved a small part at the end of the film, given to us by Richard Gere or Kris Kristoferson or some voice at the end of the film...about how you wake up every morning as somebody else... and you don't know who you are, and you just wonder through life that way... it didn't make me sad at all... it hit home... when I find that quote online, I will bring it on.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
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