I love these two for different reasons.

Notes

ACLU fact sheet: myths about immigrants - In case you were wondering.

But let me move to more enjoyable things, like George Harrison. Specifically, George Harrison on Dick Cavett. It's been a while since I've mentioned Dick. I wonder what he's doing right now. I think he is reading a book.

These are a must-watch. There are more parts on youtube.

I love how terribly normal and uncomfortable he seems. He doesn't necessarily want to be there, but the magic of Cavett evidently lured him. If he can get Hepburn he can get Harrison. George has a very subtle and dry sense of humor, dry so that it probably made most people a little uncomfortable, wondering if he was serious, what he meant.

Around

For sale! $5,000.

I wear this Dickensian sweater to work to be annoying and make remarks about raises. Surprisingly, no reply.

Oh god, vinyl cushions.

New ring/smashing kittle's head

I have started watching The L Word.

In accordance with character-picking custom, I have decided that I am Marina. This variety is much preferable to Sex & the City in which you had to decide if were a SHREW/successful, a WHORE/sexually liberated, a PRUDE/innocent or a FLAKE/free-spirited. Can't one be all of the above?!

That is all.

luxury problems

The aux situation in my car seems to be broken, so I can't listen to my ipod. Or, not without some kind of accompaniment that sounds like...lots of crickets, on fire.

I have tons of cds rattling around in my glovebox, all of which are OLD. Somewhere in there is the first cd I ever bought, which was a collection of Jimi Hendrix's greatest hits. The stereo won't even read it. I'm hard on my things. Anyway, listening to very old cds is entertaining and disturbing. I'm instantly transported to whenever I first made a memory listening to this or that song.

2003.

2002.

2001.

1996.

God the 90s were so much better, musically. Am I just saying that because I'm from there? Also, I forgot that Jarvis Cocker has the greatest voice of all time, and that Blood Roses was supposed to be my favorite song until I died and how great Suede is and how much I like the name Ambersunshower.

Born to Kill

Finally saw this. Classic noir, '47.

Awesome! This image from here. So much gorgeous period typography.

Lawrence Tierney, wow. Love the scene where he's waiting in the darkened kitchen for his girl's new paramour. The poor little guy didn't know what he was dealing with, and the violence, though muffled for the code, is still a little sickening! It continues when Helen finds the bodies, shocking but obscured in shadows, and bails without a word. What a cold little snake!

Photos from this review. This movie has officially entered my library of favs.

si se puede

guess how i feel about this. this being sb 1070, the biggest deal in phoenix since it hit 122 degrees in 1990.

it is interesting to collect the opinions of my friends and family, i guess. this is, for once, a social and political issue that everyone has an opinion on. no "shrug, it doesn't matter/affect me/count anyway" remarks.

i feel semi-confident that this bill will be found to be constitutionally unsound. arizona is constantly trailblazing with the extremism, but the buck has to stop somewhere. jan brewer is the same piece of shit who had nearly 100,000 mexican names purged from voter rolls or rejected when they registered to vote back in '04-'05. she claimed she was cracking down on voter fraud, that is, illegals registering to vote. out of ALL of these people who found themselves unable to vote (oh and they found out at the polls, not in advance), NONE WERE ACTUALLY UNFIT TO VOTE. they were all american citizens. why would she do this? because the nasty old shrew knows that mexicans overwhelmingly vote democrat. was this little gem from pearce as well?

i will never understand the absurdly self-indulgent, baseless hatred of entire races of other people. the hypocrisy of a bunch of non-arizona-natives COMING HERE and then wanting to kick out all the brown people threatens to make all of my blood shoot out of the top of my head. people do not understand history, they do not understand where they live or what events conspired to bring us to the present. and worse, they do not care. this is a border state and it is subject to all of the drama, politics and difficulties that entails. how i wish these lily white bermuda short wearing elderly schutzstaffel retirees would just get the fuck out of here themselves.

Esai!

I had to watch La Bamba yesterday to break the monotony of being sick in bed for the 5th day in a row.

La Bamba is, of course, one of the greatest movies of all time, and I remembered for the 16th time how much I love

BOB!

Yes, he's an alcoholic philandering wife-beater (well, he would be if he'd only settle down) with deep-seated emotional issues, but he's COOL. And vulnerable! And an artist!

Where can I get some good La Bamba stills. Anyway, this movie has been with me from the start. It was sewn deep into my psyche the first (second, third, fourth and fifth - I was one of those kids) time I watched it at the age of 6. Perhaps that's from whence comes my hangup with the dirtbag type. And on top of it all, you have Brian Setzer at his height portraying Eddie Cochran. Dazzling.

Santo and Johnny's Sleepwalk is also the greatest song of all time and it is impossible not to cry at the end of the movie because of it. RITCHIE! waugh. This movie started me on a huge Ritchie Valens jag as a kid that continues today.

Bob!

And some fun forgotten tunes of yesteryear. del barrio!

There was a '62 Comet for sale several months back that I keep thinking about now. It needed an engine and my dad talked me out of it, asking why I would want a "schoolteacher econo-box" like that when there are so many badass cars in this world.

But I think the Comet is just plain awesome and perhaps one day I will find an S-22, no econo-box there.

Like this one. :(

It is. So awesome. Here's this particular car's story.

I am impatiently waiting to get over this awful cold. I have cleaned parts of my house, taken two naps, watched Mr. Skeffington (not great, don't know why Bette got the Oscar nod for this not that I would begrudge her ANYTHING), plowed through half of House of Abraham, and painted my nails (on one hand - two is too much).

Reading this right now. I'm sick this weekend, so I better finish it.

One thing's for ril, those Todds were a pack of rats. Reminds of my dad's family, in fact.

I am hoping the book goes into Mary's spiritualism and the seances they held at the White House, but we will see. Lots of historians don't care to delve into this. There's an episode of the Paranormal Podcast that discusses it here. I haven't read her book yet. The Paranormal Podcast is interesting...sometimes ridiculous, sometimes not.