Jim Henson is a genius. A latter day Kafka who figured out as well as anyone how to speak clearly and loudly his personal subversion using the voice and medium of a dominant culture to do it. Think about Jim Henson’s actual childhood with the notion that most people’s adult creativity taps into “meaning and [...]
Ok, lets play a game. First, get high. With me still? Good. Now, spin up an episode of Lost. Its best to have 2-3 episodes to run through, but one will do. Take your time – we’ll wait. Great. Now, press Play and as you are watching, ask yourself: “Which 70′s TV show is this [...]
Why? I mean why even give it a try? Well, with the huge numbers of players that are toking, it seemed like an investigation was warranted. And it is stellar with one enormous caveat, but we will get to that after these messages. While basketball players are almost all genetic abnormalities, the game still happens [...]
Last night, I smoked. And it was good. On the suggestion of a friend I watched The Natural History of the Chicken, and it was amazing.
It’s not a movie, just 60 minutes of chicken-ery (HA! get it? like “chicanery”! Ha ha! No? Okay whatever)… Facts and anecdotes related by people who LOVE chickens, but delivered with an odd drama, unexpected gravitas… I sat gaping at the wonder of this strange little video as it totally fucked my brain inside out. High or not, you can’t help but wonder if the featured human cast is kidding *just a little bit*. It’s not fake, not mockumentary, but almost as if the director Mark Lewis realized that the material might get a little dry if not presented with flair.
The only TV show to overtly present monotheistic super-hot, quasi-immortal cyborgs in a to-the-death struggle with their polytheistic, human creators (frequently named after Greek gods) and to take the complications thereof at least somewhat seriously. To be sure, BSG left a lot on the table. The cans of worms and whupass that it opened were expansive, to say the least, and its hard to criticize them for failing to achieve a perfectly satisfying catharsis in each and every case. What with the necessities of keeping the audience “massive” enough to justify being on TV week-in and week-out for all those episodes. So, I come not to bury BSG, but to praise it.
