Monday, September 29, 2008
Assume the Position 201 with Mr. Robert Wuhl
The key to history is who tells the story. I have had crushes on my history teachers before but this one truly has won my heart.
To sharpen his lesson plan, he went on the road to the University of California, Los Angeles; the University of Southern California; Loyola; and California State, where he offered students pizza to listen to his riffs.
Mr. Wuhl's college tour built what was supposed to be a 10-minute presentation to HBO. He got the green light for a pilot then turned it into a half-hour routine with enough pop-culture references to please Stephen King; simple, Pythonesque slide animation; and guest lecturers on tape (the social critic Sarah Vowell and the MSNBC commentator Tucker Carlson among them).
Wuhl debunks the popular idea of history giving a classroom of undergrad the greatest education of their young live.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Blow jobs and chaplin
i was with a friend this past weekend. After 24 hrs of beers and margaritas and way too much bad dancing she confessed she would like to have a penis for like 30 minutes. just enough time to experience what it like for man to get a blow job. kindly a friend offered to accompany her to the bathroom and describe to her his every sensation but she polity declined. I was amazed at his confidence in his ability to articulate during such experience and even took it as a slight to her skills that he could not be so easily distracted.
Surprisingly a few other woman with us confessed the same curiosity. Which to me was an interesting tell. It made me suspect that their own satisfaction as woman and experience with getting oral sex was questionable and/or perhaps their confidence in giving it. its a common enough issue with woman which led to girl talk and very comfortable with himself guy friend throwing his two cents in every now and then.
my friends curiosity was purely limited to this singular male experience. other then that she really didn't give much thought to any other aspect of the male exsistance.It was almost like what else is there ....
other then penis's what else do man have we dont???
I think also it was an issue of control . a curiosity about this moment of control and pleasure as only a man can experience.
Issues of male vulnerability, like childhood surprise boners or developing body hair really wasn't of interest. a man first kiss or showering after gym or masturbation wasn't a curious a subject.
Maybe this was most of all telling of their own character and vulnerability. a need to recover some lost sense of control they have experienced.
Do man ever wonder such things? as mysterious as we are do they ever consider trading places?
I my self have only on been curious as to wat its like to be a man when i read autobiography of comedians i admire. currently i am reading Chaplin. And from time to time i do wonder what it like to them at their greatest. but that's a road of thought completly of this course.
blow job ....huh... now i do wonder? but it will just be a wonder as i am sure it can be even more a wonder for men when they are trying to transverse the wonders of the female body. good luck
but blow jobs....blow jobs struck a personal interest for theses woman.
Surprisingly a few other woman with us confessed the same curiosity. Which to me was an interesting tell. It made me suspect that their own satisfaction as woman and experience with getting oral sex was questionable and/or perhaps their confidence in giving it. its a common enough issue with woman which led to girl talk and very comfortable with himself guy friend throwing his two cents in every now and then.
my friends curiosity was purely limited to this singular male experience. other then that she really didn't give much thought to any other aspect of the male exsistance.It was almost like what else is there ....
other then penis's what else do man have we dont???
I think also it was an issue of control . a curiosity about this moment of control and pleasure as only a man can experience.
Issues of male vulnerability, like childhood surprise boners or developing body hair really wasn't of interest. a man first kiss or showering after gym or masturbation wasn't a curious a subject.
Maybe this was most of all telling of their own character and vulnerability. a need to recover some lost sense of control they have experienced.
Do man ever wonder such things? as mysterious as we are do they ever consider trading places?
I my self have only on been curious as to wat its like to be a man when i read autobiography of comedians i admire. currently i am reading Chaplin. And from time to time i do wonder what it like to them at their greatest. but that's a road of thought completly of this course.
blow job ....huh... now i do wonder? but it will just be a wonder as i am sure it can be even more a wonder for men when they are trying to transverse the wonders of the female body. good luck
but blow jobs....blow jobs struck a personal interest for theses woman.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Village of the Giants
I have realized i have a little crush on Beau Bridges. It is may seem like a pretty random attraction, but don't under rate this actually very daring and impressive man.
It all started when after i caught The Landlord (1970) on cable. In it Bridges plays a rich boy whom runs away from his privileged Manhattan up town existence to buy a tenement building in the then ghetto area of Brooklyn, Park Slope. Which is funny because today Park Slope is one of the most desirable areas for young upwardly mobile couples to moving to Brooklyn. The area has pretty much been gentrified right out of most peoples budgets.
While flipping through channel watching 3 movies at a time as i usually do i struck by the irony of this plot and then by the young good looks of Mr Bridges ( as i like to call him).
damn he was hot in the 70's and yeah still kind of is. those lips, that comfortable poise, that everyman charm it really very sexy.
The next night, as if fate had demanded it Honky Tonk Highway was on. which if you have not seen is worth a look if only for the amazing art direction . each highway motel and truck stop is more amazing then the last.Again a 70's version of Bridges captivated me.
I took a lok at his credit and Bridges has almost 200 credits to his name and over a dozen awards and nomination spanning over 3 decades of work.
I recently discovered this gem....Village of Giants. Bridges is indeed stoooooopid as hell in it, but what a pretty face.
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Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
HEDY LAMARR is why you have cell phones?!!?
Did you know that if not for the vision of classic screen beauty Hedy Lamarr there would not be the bases for modern spread-spectrum communication technology, such as COFDM used in WiFi network connections and CDMA used in some cordless and wireless telephones.
George Antheil, a son of German immigrants and neighbor of Lamarr, had experimented with automated control of instruments. Together, he and Lamarr submitted the idea of a Secret Communication System in June 1941. This early version of frequency hopping used a piano roll to change between 88 frequencies and was intended to make radio-guided torpedoes harder for enemies to detect or jam.
The idea was impractical, ahead of its time, and not feasible due to the state of mechanical technology in 1942. Not implemented in the USA until 1962, when it was used by U.S. military ships during a blockade of Cuba,after the patent had expired. Neither Lamarr nor Antheil (who died in 1959) made any money from the patent. Perhaps due to this lag in development, the patent was little-known until 1997, when the Electronic Frontier Foundation gave Lamarr an award for this contribution.
Earth Girls Are Easy
This is one of my favorite movies . It was once one of my favorite guilty pleasure movies but now i am willing to come out of the closet and say it is one of my favorite all time movies. Actually i had forgotten all about it till the wonder that is free cable reminded me how great Earth Girls Are Easy.
Recognize anyone?!?!
Recognize anyone?!?!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
walking home
I don't know if i was inspired or anxious but i hand wrote 12 pages in in my notebook on the bus ride to Connecticut and then on the way back i wrote 14 pages about how visits home have a way of giving you perspective of your life.
I intended to come back to my apartment and write even more but i guess greyhound got all my creative energy. I don't think i will read what wrote for a while. For now i will just be content to believe i was struck by divine inspiration and had written some of my best , most sincere work.
Tonight is one of those warm summer nights that you don't want to come inside from . if i had a fire escape i would be sitting on it all night , just feeling the breeze. I wish i could go on my rooftop. i would bring an air mattress up there and put my satin sheets on it and sleep listening to the Spanish music playing in the building across the way. Pretending i was in Barcelona.
I got on the subway on 14th street even though there is a C train on 37th right by where i am working right now. i got off the subway 2 stops too soon so i could meander through the streets enjoying the last nights of summer. i had wished for so much to happen this summer.
It did not go anything like i had planned. I did not get my apprenticeship, i slept through my opportunities, i didn't go to Alaska, didn't have a summer love, i didn't go to burning man with Kanta or LA with Nicole, i didn't finish my application for the Peace Corp or finish my collection of paintings for my fellowship application.
once the apprenticeship fell through my confidence and optimism about my opportunities took a nap. they slept in till 1 pm because they stayed up all night watching movies.
i had a few dates, a Romanian building planner who through he tried could not help but disdain American culture and made me feeling guilty for watching show like Flavor of Love. Then there was a drummer/ artist from Columbia who was young and too free spirited to enjoy sitting on the couch snuggling while watching star trek, and another flim boy whom seem so sensitive and real but again left me feeling like a colorful side character while he was the hero of his own grand narrative.
but there were victories. with the lose of my apprenticeship and prospect of a new learning opportunity . i took effort to educate myself, read more on subjects i knew nothing about, bought books on scenic art and practiced techniques i taught myself, i went to dance classes and did yoga on the regular. i took photos nearly everyday and wrote every day. i even got typing software to improve my typing. I attended museum lectures. I started going to scientific forums at the natural history museum and human right discussion groups library. I went to every free movie, show, lecture, book reading, whatever that i could this summer.
I didn't get many things that i wanted this summer, but i have learned though a series of event recently that in my life i have not often felt like i got what i wanted but rarely have not gotten what i needed. it time to end my opportunities to feel sorry for myself. it been far too long holding on to the convenience of feeling disadvantaged. i am grown woman. there really not much holding me back but myself these days.
on the walk home i passed the Baptist church with it front door open wide to let in the summer breeze while the choir practice to empty pews. I stopped for a while and stood by the open door just looking at the face of the joyous spiritual woman. they sang with such sincerity. i didn't feel like i was intruding , you cannot sing like that an not except to share it.
Its garbage day. outside the housing project someone had disguarded these wall panels of wall with amazing textured wall paper on them. Not once but twice i peeled a piece off in one whole piece. it was such a satisfying feeling. a simple pleasure. I don't know what i intend for these scraps but i am excited by there possibility.
I intended to come back to my apartment and write even more but i guess greyhound got all my creative energy. I don't think i will read what wrote for a while. For now i will just be content to believe i was struck by divine inspiration and had written some of my best , most sincere work.
Tonight is one of those warm summer nights that you don't want to come inside from . if i had a fire escape i would be sitting on it all night , just feeling the breeze. I wish i could go on my rooftop. i would bring an air mattress up there and put my satin sheets on it and sleep listening to the Spanish music playing in the building across the way. Pretending i was in Barcelona.
I got on the subway on 14th street even though there is a C train on 37th right by where i am working right now. i got off the subway 2 stops too soon so i could meander through the streets enjoying the last nights of summer. i had wished for so much to happen this summer.
It did not go anything like i had planned. I did not get my apprenticeship, i slept through my opportunities, i didn't go to Alaska, didn't have a summer love, i didn't go to burning man with Kanta or LA with Nicole, i didn't finish my application for the Peace Corp or finish my collection of paintings for my fellowship application.
once the apprenticeship fell through my confidence and optimism about my opportunities took a nap. they slept in till 1 pm because they stayed up all night watching movies.
i had a few dates, a Romanian building planner who through he tried could not help but disdain American culture and made me feeling guilty for watching show like Flavor of Love. Then there was a drummer/ artist from Columbia who was young and too free spirited to enjoy sitting on the couch snuggling while watching star trek, and another flim boy whom seem so sensitive and real but again left me feeling like a colorful side character while he was the hero of his own grand narrative.
but there were victories. with the lose of my apprenticeship and prospect of a new learning opportunity . i took effort to educate myself, read more on subjects i knew nothing about, bought books on scenic art and practiced techniques i taught myself, i went to dance classes and did yoga on the regular. i took photos nearly everyday and wrote every day. i even got typing software to improve my typing. I attended museum lectures. I started going to scientific forums at the natural history museum and human right discussion groups library. I went to every free movie, show, lecture, book reading, whatever that i could this summer.
I didn't get many things that i wanted this summer, but i have learned though a series of event recently that in my life i have not often felt like i got what i wanted but rarely have not gotten what i needed. it time to end my opportunities to feel sorry for myself. it been far too long holding on to the convenience of feeling disadvantaged. i am grown woman. there really not much holding me back but myself these days.
on the walk home i passed the Baptist church with it front door open wide to let in the summer breeze while the choir practice to empty pews. I stopped for a while and stood by the open door just looking at the face of the joyous spiritual woman. they sang with such sincerity. i didn't feel like i was intruding , you cannot sing like that an not except to share it.
Its garbage day. outside the housing project someone had disguarded these wall panels of wall with amazing textured wall paper on them. Not once but twice i peeled a piece off in one whole piece. it was such a satisfying feeling. a simple pleasure. I don't know what i intend for these scraps but i am excited by there possibility.
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