Mama, you got to move.

If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break,
If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break,
When the levee breaks I’ll have no place to stay.
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Lord, mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home,
Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well.
Don’t it make you feel bad
When you’re tryin’ to find your way home,
You don’t know which way to go?
If you’re goin’ down south
They go no work to do,
If you don’t know about chicago.
Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good,
Now, cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
Thinkin’ ’bout me baby and my happy home.
Going, go’n’ to chicago,
Go’n’ to chicago,
Sorry but I can’t take you.
Going down, going down now, going down.

When The Levee Breaks

Hang in there, NoLa.

TIFF iterations

Last night we pored over the film festival programme book and I came up with a list of 58 festival films that I want to see:

  1. 3 Needles
  2. A History Of Violence
  3. A Little Trip To Heaven
  4. American Gun
  5. Angel
  6. Backstage
  7. Bangkok Loco
  8. Bee Season
  9. Beowulf & Grendel
  10. Breakfast On Pluto
  11. Brokeback Mountain
  12. Bubble
  13. Capote
  14. Dear Wendy
  15. Edison
  16. Elizabethtown
  17. Everything Is Illuminated
  18. Fateless
  19. Free Zone
  20. Harsh Times
  21. Imagine Me And You
  22. In Her Shoes
  23. L’Enfer
  24. Les Saignantes
  25. Lie With Me
  26. Little Athens
  27. Little Fish
  28. Manderlay
  29. Mary
  30. Mrs. Henderson Presents
  31. Neverwas
  32. No Direction Home
  33. North Country
  34. One Last Thing
  35. Proof
  36. Revolver
  37. River Queen
  38. Romance & Cigarettes
  39. Shadowboxer
  40. Shopgirl
  41. Slow Burn
  42. Sorry, Haters
  43. Sympathy For Lady Vengeance
  44. Thank You For Smoking
  45. The Proposition
  46. The Quiet
  47. The Three Burials Of Melquides Estrada
  48. The War Within
  49. These Girls
  50. Thumbsucker
  51. Tideland
  52. Transamerica
  53. Trust The Man
  54. Walk The Line
  55. We Feed The World
  56. Where The Truth Lies
  57. Why We Fight
  58. Winter Passing

Many of them I won’t bother marking because they’ll be released to theatres soon, or because they’re galas, or because the schedule just doesn’t allow (I’m away on course for a whole week right in the middle of it!). After running the rest by my wife to get her opinion, I believe we have narrowed our list down to the required ten. We’re only seeing five, of course, but you have to pick 1st and 2nd choices for each. Here’s the tentative list:

  1. 1. 3 Needles
  2. 1. Sorry, Haters
  3. 1. Thank You For Smoking
  4. 1. These Girls
  5. 1. Winter Passing
  6. 2. Harsh Times
  7. 2. Imagine Me and You (working title)
  8. 2. Lie With Me
  9. 2. Sympathy for Lady Vengeance
  10. 2. The Quiet

I’ll probably buy a single ticket here or there as well, depending on when I get back from my course, what’s available, etc.

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I have no sympathy — zero — for people who whine about gas prices. The top story on the news this morning: hundreds dead from Hurricane Katrina. Story #2: the rise in gas prices because of the hurricane. Gas was selling for about $1.20 this morning at some GTA gas stations, and you’d think the goddamn apocalypse was nigh.

Get it straight, people: low gas prices aren’t a human right. It’s not guaranteed anywhere in the charter. It’s a fucking commodity, and the people who control it can charge you whatever the hell they like. Ever notice how airine tickets double in price around Christmas? It’s not because the airlines improve their service (god knows), or because it’s harder to fly at that time of year. It’s because they know people will pay it. Is it greedy? Of course. Is it gouging? Absolutely. Airlines and oil companies aren’t in it to be altruistic, they’re in it to make enormous amount of money…just like every other for-profit business ever incorporated in the history of the world.

And why shouldn’t they gouge us? We keep paying for it. We tell ourselves that cars are absolutely vital to our survival, and we just keep lining up to suck their nozzles no matter how many times they punch us in the face. We keep moving further and further away from our workplaces, naively assuming that there will always be low gas prices and open highways to take us wherever we want. For example, take the woman interviewed in this story who says, “I do an hour and a half every day to and from work, so this is not good.” No fucking shit, lady, did you think you were ordering a pizza? If you have to drive 90 minutes (presumably by highway) each way to get to work, you’ve made a really shitty decision somewhere along the way. Move closer to work. Take a GO train. Car pool. Trade up to a hybrid. Do anything, but please, just stop whining about how you’ve become a victim of your own excesses. It’s boring.

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We had CBGB over this evening to teach them the intracacies of the film festival ordering process. There was also some free pizza delivered (where we learned about the “chicken wing” formula (x/2 + 1)) and a riddle invoving the man who walks into a restaurant, eats the seagull and shoots himself. We also finalized our picks tonight; I’ll be posting them on radioDan tomorrow.

Baaaaaaa.

I just walked by the TIFF processing centre (it’s practically around the corner from my office)…the lineup stretches all the way over the Bay Street and maybe further. Apparently this happens every year: people line up to get in the door at 9 AM…but they’ve already bought the tickets. They’re reserved. Getting there early doesn’t help you in any way.

And each year I see people walk out with their request forms and begin madly scanning the forms, trying to pick their films as quickly as possible so they can submit their completed envelopes. It’s a random draw, you knobs! It doesn’t matter which box you put your envelope in. The last person to submit has just as good a chance to win the lottery as you do.

I’d like to think that anyone who sees the film festival is reasonably intelligent, so I put this down to herd mentality. Me, I’ll be sitting here at my computer, downloading the schedule from the website, drinking a dp. Losers.

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‘Kay…not sure what this means exactly, but it’s pretty fascinating stuff.

In one experiment, people who were walking across a college campus were asked by a stranger for directions. During the resulting chat, two men carrying a wooden door passed between the stranger and the subjects. After the door went by, the subjects were asked if they had noticed anything change.

Half of those tested failed to notice that, as the door passed by, the stranger had been substituted with a man who was of different height, of different build and who sounded different. He was also wearing different clothes.

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I’m now on a bit of a mini-vacation from school. My next course starts in two weeks, and I just have to read a couple of chapters between now and then, nothing heavy. After that comes the first of two IT courses, both of which should be a joke in terms of difficulty. Hopefully I’ll be able to get something new out of it, but in any case it should be pretty light in terms of work from now until November…which is good ’cause Economics starts after that. Might as well enjoy it now, I suppose.

60 seconds

Last Thursday I wrote about some of my favourite two-minute song endings. Just now I listened to what might be my favourite minute of the year: between 2:50 and 3:50 of the Sleater-Kinney song “Let’s Call It Love”.