Monthly Archive for September, 2002

Finished new

Igby Goes Down

Review: A-

I was excited last week when I walked into my neighborhood coffeehouse, and saw a stack of free movie passes on the counter. As it turns out, the free movie this time around was one I was looking forward to watching… Igby Goes Down.

I really liked this movie– it’s brutally funny, despite the drugs, sex, and a jeff goldblum crotch shot (with his boxers on, mind you).

When we were in New York City last, around the 4th of July, when it was 100 degrees, we all went to the Sunshine Cinema to see the Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys, an amusing film that stars Jodie Foster as a nun, and involves coming-of-age hijinks. My point is, that I was pleasantly suprised at Kieran Culkin’s performance.

And he’s only better here– this time as a Salinger-type reject, raised in a dysfunctional (yet welathy) family, wiith an ice-queen of a mother in Susan Sarandon, an eccentric Jeff Goldblum as his Godfather, and Claire Danes as a fuck buddy.

The film meanders between flashbacks and the present, following Culkin’s rich-boy character as he gets kicked out of schools, drops out, and heads for New York. His life there is one of poverty, drugs, and, he achieves, eventually, some kind of truth.

I have to say that it is a nice companion to the Jenifer Aniston movie, The Good Girl, and it’s undeniable to say that Holden Caufield is still alive and kicking in 2002. Both are great films.

Here’s a question though– what’s with all this fascination with rich, dysfunctional families?? Should we blame Wes Anderson?


Neddy and Presley have DSL. Praise Vishnu that one of our many utilities is up and ruunning…

fuck AT&T Broadband– they’ve determined that our whole building is illegally wired, so they shut off ALL cable in the place. I plead ignorance.

Nine-Eleven ~ 9/11

So, here I am, at the library, trying to update my little web site with some new content…

Today is 9/11, and I walked down to Cambridge City Hall at 8:45 am for the ceremony honoring the victims. My first reaction was to wonder just when the police were going to shut Mass Ave down to traffic– surely any fitting memorial would re-route traffic for such an occasion. The crowds were pretty sparse though, so I surmised that the police didn’t deem it necessary.

Probably only 50-75 people were in attendance, while maybe a hundred firemen, policemen, politicians and other dignitaries faced the ‘crowd’, on the lawn. The mayor gave a little speech, there was the obligatory prayers, pledge of allegiance, and national anthem.

It all seemed so trivial to me, though. I feel like we’ve rehearsed this over and over again in the past year, and everyone is ready to deliver their lines. Maybe I’ve watched too much TV converge of the event over the past year, but I feel suspiciously numb when it comes to this day.

When I was last in New York, I did get to catch a glimpse of the suffering and empathy that’s been on exhibit at Ground Zero– That was truly moving. But, I also spied tourists taking pictures of their family members in front of the ‘pit’, laughing as if it were Niagara Falls behind them.

Contradictions abound today. The terrorists were completely baseless and wrong to attack us, yet our government is foolishly planning to do nearly the same thing to the people of Iraq. Here we go with the “moral equivalence” card, but seriously– people in other countries (Europe, anybody?) view this as contradictious. I happen to agree.

So, we need our allies– when will Cheney / Bush give us our proof that Iraq is bad? And what exactly is being done in Israel and the West Bank? Does anyone listen to Colin Powell anymore? Jimmy Carter isn’t as kooky as people might be suggesting.

More Primitive Times

Hi. I am writing you from inside the walls of the Cambridge Public Library, Central Square Branch. The past few weeks have upturned a lot of dirt… and by that i mean that i have:

  1. moved from Boston to Cambridge
  2. Still have no working DSL
  3. have 30 boxes satacked everywhere, each one having been half-emptied
  4. have paint stripper on our window sills, waiting to be scraped off… which means,
  5. we are painting our living room soon
  6. our building Super is super, if not a bit weird
  7. the librarian here has been very nice, but now he’s informed my ass that i need to get off. the 5:30 guy is here.

So this is life in Cambridge.