Saturday, October 24, 2009

The RZA on NPR

Seven minutes of an interview with the RZA is not sufficient. This dude is fascinating. The interviewer asked great questions but had no time for follow-up. They went from question to question. I really would like to know what principles he has included in the book. Where he is musically now? What does he think about the current lyrical state of popular hip hop? Does he think about this? How has composing for film changed his approach to making music?

I would have loved for them to sit with the lyrics to “Triumph”:

I bomb atomically,
Socrates' philosophiesand hypothesis can't define how I be droppin thesemockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

The Wu definitely has some ill lyricists. This is just an ill way to say you destroy someone with the mic.

I miss these types of lyrics.

Here’s the interview: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=114115740.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Why?????


Dear Rite Aid,



Why do you insist on being so wasteful? I sent my sister-in-law to your wonderful store to pickup my birth control pills and as usual instead of just placing the desired medication you add not 1, not 2, but 3, yes 3, reusuable dispensers. My sister-in-law not being in the birth control pill user category did not know to decline the dispensers.


Why? Why in the age of reusuable bags and impending environmental doom do you decide to continually give out new dispensers with every refill? Seriously the first one is all that I will likely ever need. No one should require a new dispenser with every refill let alone 3 at one pickup. I can't imagine that I am the only customer who receives countless plastic dispensers with every refill. Why? Why? Besides being wasteful it has to be awfully financially imprudent. Haven't you heard the news? We are in the middle of a recession. Please save some cash, the environment, and my voice that is used to warn everyone I ever send to pick up a prescription. Just stop giving me the dispenser. I'll let you know if I need a new one. Really I will.


Does this bother anyone else?


Never-narrow minded,


Alegna

Monday, February 16, 2009

Coraline

So I was really excited to see Coraline. I was impressed by the artistic endeavor, the desire to create a 3-d stop motion animated picture in the age of CGI. I thought it would be great and my husband and I loaded up the family. Then the disappointments began. First, the movie house where we chose to view it at was not showing it in 3-d. This bothered me because I wanted to see the film the way it was intended to be shown and the ticket seller did not make this clear until after the fact...after I had purchased the tickets, when I asked about 3-d glasses.

And then we were not able to sit together as a family in the tiny--I mean seriously small--theatre it was showing in. I push all of this aside; the movie begins and it's delightful. I can even imagine and see the scenes that would be 3-d. It is genuinely beautiful.

But then they introduce Wybie...And I wonder why would this film have this sort of subtext of an unwanted child; he was named Wybie which the character aptly explains is short for "why born?" Adding to that was the fact that he was the one of the few characters of color in the film. An unexpected delight that was quickly robbed by his name and the explanation of it that follows. And unfortunately my disappointment with the development of Wybie did not end with his name and continued as he plays the "Other Wybie" you know the one who is not allowed to talk but instead smiles and is just present for the entertainment of Coraline. (But the cat talks...)

And then there were the 2 female actors, Ms. Spink and Ms. Forcible, who lived in the bottom apartment underneath Coraline's family. The subtext being that they were former burlesque dancers which becomes all too real later in the film. The two busty older women perform a burlesque act for 9 year old or 10 year old Coraline and voiceless Wybie. The 60 year old women
gyrate practically nude, pasties and all, only to shed their older selves for younger versions in the finale of this performance... Uncomfortable laughter could be heard in the theatre.

There are elements of this film that were great. But for real--gyrating grandmoms, a voiceless black character named Wybie...What were they thinking? They ruined what could have been a great film for kids.

Is it just me?

Never narrow-minded,

Alegna