…this is the way to get into the theater the cheap way. All you need is a crowbar…and a DVD…and a projector…and sound syst…
You know what? This is no longer the cheap way into the theater.
Oh well…I tried.
These are my new shoes. I am very excited about my new shoes. Converse made my new shoes. Batman is on my new shoes. The Dark Knight. The World’s Greatest Detective. The Caped Crusader. The protector of Gotham City. My hero.
New shoes + Batman = greatest shoes ever. EVER!
What teenager, indeed.
Sub Pop Records was responsible for a lot of loud teenagers when I was in high school. From Nirvana, Muhoney and Soundgarden to modern acts like Fleet Foxes, The Shins and Postal Service, Sub Pop has managed to make itself a reputation for signing and promoting bands that are familiar, in that when you hear their songs you think, “Wow. I love this. Who is this?” and at the same time think, “Why don’t I hear more music like this?”
It’s like they have some kind of underground magnet that helps them find their bands; something that locates amazing musicians, singers, songwriters that don’t feel like they’ve been pumped out of some popular music factory. They are, thankfully, not in the business of mindless pablum that passes for popular radio fare. They are, thankfully, responsible for thoughtful, soulful, genius acts of wonder. Thanks, Sub Pop, for making me a loud teenager, even at 37.
It’s May 4 and in the Casa del Bergen we celebrate Star Wars Day with some serious vigor. Above is how we celebrate May the Fourth in our house. It’s kind of a big deal around here. I am a fanboy and have been working hard on passing down that feeling of total loyalty to that franchise of epic proportions.
My son, Ben (as in Ben Kenobi) has definitely caught the Star Wars fever. He can quote from the movies; he watches Clone Wars on tv whenever he can. He’s hooked and I’m so proud.
My daughter, Hannah (as in Han Solo – my wife thinks she picked the names, but I used a Jedi mind trick on her. I’m trying to convince her to buy a dog so we can name it Chewbacca) can name most of the characters, but she’s growing out of the phase where she cares. I think that she will come back someday into the geeky family fold.
My wife, however, is the great Star Wars hero in the family. Not because she even really cares. No. It’s because she lets us indulge in all this inanity. Thanks, honey.
May the Fourth be with you. May the Force be with you, always.
…if you want to. (Bambi)
Do you remember that moment? Bambi‘s a bit of a sappy movie for me, but I love that moment. Flower, the skunk, meets Bambi when Bambi is just learning to talk. He is naming things and comes nose to nose with a skunk, who is more than pleased with being mistaken for something “purty”. I love that scene. It’s so innocent and beautiful. I’ve had that moment when I wish someone would think I was beautiful despite what others think of me.
As for the flower above, my wife and I are having a debate over what it is. I’m pretty sure it’s a rhododendron. She thinks I’m wrong. Anyone want to help us out?
I left work today and the sun was shining. There were big, fluffy cumulus in the air and some nice, dark underbellies. I was waiting for the clouds to burst open and soak me, but it didn’t happen. I took the Whatcom connector (a new shortcut that makes the drive a lot shorter) and as I came over the hill I saw blacks and navies in the sky. This is what I saw as I drove home. Welcoming, isn’t it?
What’s funny is that it’s not the sky or the highway that scares me. It’s the semi truck in the rearview mirror. I’m not scared of trucks, or any objects that can’t chase on their own steam. It’s the movie Duel by Steven Spielberg. The film was made before I was born, but, ever since the first time I saw this film, I think of a semi truck chasing me with evil intent. I never noticed the truck behind me while I was driving, but seeing it now in the photo that I took kind of weirds me out.
I think I’ll go check the window. See if it’s still following me.
So I’m watching 2001: A Space Odyssey on tv right now. I love this movie. I haven’t watched it in so long, but it is so great. There are six people in spacesuits standing on the moon somewhere and the music is so creepy that I may not sleep well. I am so tired, though, so I figure I might pack it in early tonight. We’ll see. Well, I’ll see, not you, unless you’re stalking me, which I hope you’re not.
It’s weird watching this scene right now because I already watched the ending earlier. This is the fun of having satellite t.v. I watched it earlier on the first broadcast on HDNet earlier tonight, but only the end, where Dave sees himself as an old man. Now I’m at the beginning and will probably go to bed before I even get to HAL9000 and Dave and the whole, “Dave? What are you doing, Dave?” I love that part. But, like I said, I’m tired.
Do you like 2001? Do you like any of the Stanley Kubrick films? I love The Shining, but, again, if I think about that too much I’m not going to sleep tonight.
Oh, and there’s a photo of a tree at the top of this post. Huh.
TK 413 was pretty sure that riding his bike was saving the environment, but he longed to ride his speeder again.
And he was darn sure that Darth Vader wasn’t riding his Schwinn.
I need to declare this. I must be forthright.
I love my Dr. Martens shoes.
There. Now that it’s out in the open, I want to extol their virtues.
1. They’re comfortable.
2. They look nice.
3. Uh…did I say they look nice?
Anyway, they’re my favorite shoes. I used to have a pair of 8 hole Docs when I was in high school. They accompanied me to such concerts as Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Jesus and Mary Chain, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Waterboys, and Tragically Hip. It’s as though my memories of music and live concerts are inextricably joined to my Docs. They went with me everywhere. I finally wore them completely down about 15 years ago. I replaced them with the shoes you see above. I went nearly ten years without Docs and now that they’re back in my life, they will never leave. I’ll never let them go. I love them.