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grindmonkehI took an awesome nap before coming to work, and the night is flying by...both because I overslept for an hour and a half.
St. Louis swept the Diamondbacks and won the division title on Saturday night, but that meant that our tickets for the game they would have played on Sunday were useless. We may possibly score some tickets for the national league title series or even the world series if the Cardinals make it that far.
The weekend was far from amiss even though I was looking forward to going to the ballgame. On Friday I watched The Scorpion King (...makes Conan the Barbarian look like an intellectual affair.) with Jared, and after the rain stopped and the skies cleared I gave Mike a call and we hit the golf course. I got my boss half-drunk and kicked his arse...not that my sobriety was moreso intact.
My brother drove up Saturday after I finished working the interclub championship tournament at the golf course. We went and saw The Red Dragon, which was really fucking great. It helped that I can't remember the book too well since I read it about ten years ago, but it was nicely done as a prequel to the movies based on the latter two books by Thomas Harris. The acting was unblemished, the imagery was adept, and Elfman's score had me gnawing at my fingernails. William Blake's painting, The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun, is the perfect inspiration for Francis Dolarhyde's homocidal obsessions.
Blake's writing and illustrations are fascinating...he was way ahead of his time. Bruce Dickinson's album A Chemical Wedding centerpieced The Book of Thel and Jerusaleam as eponymous titles influenced by his work, as well as Blake's illustrations to accompany the album and set the tone. Another interesting fact is that the Doors found their band name in the line "If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is: Infinite.", from Blake's Marriage of Heaven and Hell. I'm going to do a lot more reading and research...it's all really fascinating.
I cleaned house on Sunday and watched Requiem for a Dream again. I scored Pi and Requiem for a Dream both on dvd for twenty dollars at a used book store. Requiem is brilliantly horrible. I won't watch it again for some time, but that's only because it is perfect. After the rain cleared I went for a haircut and played nine holes against the challenging wind. I let the wind dictate my mentality, and I played hurridly and not worth a damn. Fuck it though.
Everything is ace.
And then some.
St. Louis swept the Diamondbacks and won the division title on Saturday night, but that meant that our tickets for the game they would have played on Sunday were useless. We may possibly score some tickets for the national league title series or even the world series if the Cardinals make it that far.
The weekend was far from amiss even though I was looking forward to going to the ballgame. On Friday I watched The Scorpion King (...makes Conan the Barbarian look like an intellectual affair.) with Jared, and after the rain stopped and the skies cleared I gave Mike a call and we hit the golf course. I got my boss half-drunk and kicked his arse...not that my sobriety was moreso intact.
My brother drove up Saturday after I finished working the interclub championship tournament at the golf course. We went and saw The Red Dragon, which was really fucking great. It helped that I can't remember the book too well since I read it about ten years ago, but it was nicely done as a prequel to the movies based on the latter two books by Thomas Harris. The acting was unblemished, the imagery was adept, and Elfman's score had me gnawing at my fingernails. William Blake's painting, The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun, is the perfect inspiration for Francis Dolarhyde's homocidal obsessions.
Blake's writing and illustrations are fascinating...he was way ahead of his time. Bruce Dickinson's album A Chemical Wedding centerpieced The Book of Thel and Jerusaleam as eponymous titles influenced by his work, as well as Blake's illustrations to accompany the album and set the tone. Another interesting fact is that the Doors found their band name in the line "If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is: Infinite.", from Blake's Marriage of Heaven and Hell. I'm going to do a lot more reading and research...it's all really fascinating.
I cleaned house on Sunday and watched Requiem for a Dream again. I scored Pi and Requiem for a Dream both on dvd for twenty dollars at a used book store. Requiem is brilliantly horrible. I won't watch it again for some time, but that's only because it is perfect. After the rain cleared I went for a haircut and played nine holes against the challenging wind. I let the wind dictate my mentality, and I played hurridly and not worth a damn. Fuck it though.
Everything is ace.
And then some.
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LOVED The Red Dragon
I thought Requiem for a Dream was fantastic but it fucked with me a lot. I watched it really late at night and I couldnt go right to bed after seeing it.
Re: LOVED The Red Dragon
Date: 2002-10-07 11:52 pm (UTC)Requiem for a Dream is beautiful in that it comes across just as it should...a perfectly composed tragedy. After watching it I immediately occupied myself with something more uplifting. I thought the film was deserving of many academy nominations, but I've yet to see Traffic.