it’s friday, it’s sort of summer, it’s time for some fun.
enjoy george galloway and pete burns doing the robot. no need to thank me, just watch it.

tonight dickens and i watched harold and kumar go to white castle. yeah, it took me this long to see the film. i liked it, but what’s not to like? stoner films are amusing and pretty funny. (see: half baked.) one scene really made me laugh- you know, the one where kumar dances with a giant bag of weed, and it cuts to a fantasy montage of him and the giant bag of weed having a good life together? (here’s the youtube link if you’ve never seen it.)

it made me think though. how does kumar’s bag of pot compare to frankie wilde and the coke badger from it’s all gone pete tong? well… for one thing, the bag of weed seems pretty lovabale, and the coke badger is evill. the coke badger is also really scary and pretty nasty. (check out this video if you’ve not seen the film.) the bag of pot is pretty mellow. i guess this extends to the personas of coke and weed, but oh well. i’m sXe. respec!

i’m DJing kalx at 6am. w00t!

oh thank you mefi for great posts like this one about henry james’ personal issues. by personal, i mean what was up with his testicles. really, it seems to be something of a mystery on the verge of being a myth. did he sear his testicles on a stove on purpose? did he skewer them on a fence? was it something about a bike accident? i don’t know, but i don’t really know anything about james. jonathan ames alludes to james’ issues in two of his books. michael wood, wondering the same thing about james as ames, contacted the novelist about james’ testicular problem, and ames told him to figure it out, which wood sort of has. i was suprised by the role f. scott fitzgerald and ernest hemingway play in the whole james testicle myth, and forgot about their possible relationship. (zelda fitzgerald was sure that papa ernest was doing her man.) i only say this because my favourite part of the essay was the last part of wood’s conclusion:

This last conjecture is as far as I know, completely original to the canon of criticism on Henry James. Here’s another theory I’ve been working on: the earliest dated reference I’ve seen of the impotence theory comes from Fitzgerald’s letter to Van Wyck Brooks. What if the whole story was cooked up by Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway? It wouldn’t have had to have been an intentionally deceitful thing. Maybe they were in bed together and Scott couldn’t perform. This would have been caused by his internal turmoil about acting on his homosexual desires.

“Jesus,” Ernest would say, “you really are like Henry James.”

“I didn’t know James was a fairy?”

“He wasn’t. But didn’t you ever hear about that accident he had? I think was a bicycle or something. . .”

this makes me giggle every time, and now i think i should go back and reread the sun also rises and the great gatsby, if only to read the nick is gay subtext. oh well… i need to start my voegelin book and probably crack confessions because i really need it.

but now, i’ll eat a peach pie pocket i just made and finish watching the project runway reunion. huzzah!