In honor of me going out three nights in a row, and in honor of me sitting at home all day working on shit and occasionally procrastinating in order to pay for such actions, I offer you this music video of a new song that I find highly entertaining. Real men sing in falsetto. Enjoy.
Grace Kelly by MIKA
The world according to a Mexigue..or a Portumex. Or a "fine Indian brotha" according to crazy homeless man that wandered into Blondies Pizza.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Grrrr.....BERKELEY!
So I was sitting in the California Theatre in Downtown Berkeley, watching Dreamgirls with my friends Peter and Michael. (It was the third time I've seen the movie :P )
First of all, the sound was craptastic. I felt like I was listening to the movie through a set of giant Dell laptop speakers. It actually made me WISH I was at some souless cineplex like the AMC at Bay Street rather than an old movie theatre in a downtown. Oh, the crushing conflict that such an impulse has on my historic preservationist-city plannery soul....
And then, near the end, some middle-aged typically Berkeley-looking bearded man wearing a funny hat, cheers, CHEERS, when Beyonce's character says, "well this is our last song."
Yes, sir, I understand that perhaps you did not like the movie and were happy that it was coming to an end. You obviously assumed that everyone else in the theatre shared your opinion and was quite happy to hear you holler. That or, you were embarrased to be there and felt so self-conscience about it that you had to cheer to prove to the middle-aged couple you ran into that you were above such a pedestrian form of entertainment.
Either way, you suck.
Why am I so wound up about one stupid guy's stupid cheer? Cause he reminds me of everything I dislike about Berkeley. The sense of entitlement and self-satisfication that hovers over this town can be toxic at times.
First of all, the sound was craptastic. I felt like I was listening to the movie through a set of giant Dell laptop speakers. It actually made me WISH I was at some souless cineplex like the AMC at Bay Street rather than an old movie theatre in a downtown. Oh, the crushing conflict that such an impulse has on my historic preservationist-city plannery soul....
And then, near the end, some middle-aged typically Berkeley-looking bearded man wearing a funny hat, cheers, CHEERS, when Beyonce's character says, "well this is our last song."
Yes, sir, I understand that perhaps you did not like the movie and were happy that it was coming to an end. You obviously assumed that everyone else in the theatre shared your opinion and was quite happy to hear you holler. That or, you were embarrased to be there and felt so self-conscience about it that you had to cheer to prove to the middle-aged couple you ran into that you were above such a pedestrian form of entertainment.
Either way, you suck.
Why am I so wound up about one stupid guy's stupid cheer? Cause he reminds me of everything I dislike about Berkeley. The sense of entitlement and self-satisfication that hovers over this town can be toxic at times.