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But for a few of us, On the Road mattered. Perhaps I was rebelling against myself, against a Protestant guilt, a strict family culture, a Sartrean existential need to define myself through the reflections of others – or just a desperate need to break out.
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It has been the best movie I've seen this year. Perhaps I'm a sucker for great music and the artist's journey.. but for those who want to believe in the saving powers of faith, of music and love – this is the movie for you.
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Lahiri holds onto details that most people would toss away, like diamonds in the rough.
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I watch a lot of movies and most of them are entertaining enough (Shrek 3, Knocked Up). However, there have been two excellent films in the past month that deserves mention... La Vie en Rose: a biopic of the French diva Edith Piaf. Sort of a surreal piece that smashes
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I've been in a serious-reading kick lately. Just finished Memories of a Pure Spring by Duong Thu Huong and am starting on Immortality by Kundera. It takes a certain mood to get Kundera, and I suppose with the season changing and the opportunity to people watch, I'
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Ink has me hooked on the Metric, especially the song below. Listening with headphones on really makes it cool.. sound is pressed to your ears. Listening to the Metric led me to write my own trite ditty: Lord lord we need questions instead of answers Lord lord we're
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Since I am on a music kick (and am building back my collection one song at a time) -- Imma give a shout out to The National. Love love love their work on "Alligator", especially a track called Geese of Beverly Road. And! They're coming to
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Thank god for the weekend. I'm going to get sloshed like crazy. Mom just called to ask me, "Do you know what today is?" And I said, "Uh... Friday?". And she says, "It's Good Friday."
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I like nerdy bands for some reason, and in the case of JLC – who doesn't love an outfit that has a cellist, a harpischordist and a mellow guitarist?
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One of the greatest tragedies in my life is when for some reason, my parents cleaned house when I left for college. Along with the cleansing went all my books from first grade onwards to the half-price bookstore. Comic books, tattered and dog-eared pages of favorites -- companions on rainy
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To keep alive, sky high, floating up spring awakening moving – to keep moving, like back back, on the bus, drowsy, lidded eyes, fuzzy haze red and pink, sunlight bouncing off the shades – riding buses through China, Laos, Jordan, Cappaddoccia; rice fields and deserts, jungles and ruins – they gallop past, half
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A couple of shows that will pry me away from my magazines and blank screen (I hate that screen, staring at me sullenly, daring me to type something trite -- I'll show it!) History Channel: This is one of my favorite stations -- who doesn't like