Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Being at the World Series...kind of.

So this past summer, I took a trip to Boston to help my sister move in and of course, like any baseball fan, was hoping I could catch a Bosox game while I was there. When I checked to get tickets, they were sold out (typical of Bosox games), so I went ahead and bought two incredibly overpriced standing room tickets on stubhub. Thursday wasn't exactly the best day for us to go, but I was just happy to be able to go see Fenway and the Sox. The night before, I realized that Josh Beckett and Jeff Francis would be pitching the night of our game so I was pumped. Little did I know that roughly 5 months later, that same game (Beckett vs. Francis @ Fenway) would end up being World Series Game 1. Of course, it isn't the same as being at the World Series, but it's probably the closest I'll ever get. In any case, I think it's awesome.

And what an appropriate time to post my pictures from that night and the Boston trip.

I've only been to a few ballparks in my life, but for me, Fenway really typifies what a ballpark should be. Notice how I said "ballpark" and not stadium. It's weird if you've never been there, but going to a game at Fenway really makes you feel like you're part of a community. Not like other places.

The whole park just has a very vintage, classic feel to it. My favorite park so far, hands down.

My favorite quote of the entire night (Notice the number 666 on the jersey):

Sister: Is Steinbrenner the best player on the Red Sox?

My sister's hilarious.

Of course, the Green Monster.

Just looking at these pictures makes me nostalgic.

Big Papi


Other Boston Pics:

Harvard's got a Calder
MIT's got a Calder
Apparently my sister does too.

Emack and Bolio's
Metro Black Guy sitting down: That thang is bigger than her heyd

Maine Lobster from Atlantic Fish Co. If you're a seafood lover and you're in Boston, you can't miss out on this place. Best restaurant I've been to.

If you want New England Clam Chowder in Boston, you can't just go to any restaurant or cheap stand. You need to go somewhere nice. Trust me, I found the difference out pretty quickly. Don't be cheap. It's not the same. Go to Atlantic Fish Co. It'll be the best Clam Chowder you've ever had.
Seafood Linguini (she didn't want to splurge on the lobster; I did)

Whole wheat French Toast at The Paramount

Crab Cake BLT
Famous Ethiopian Restaurant. Too dark to take pictures.

What's Boston without Art?

Just a few of my favorites that I got to see. If you can name all the artists, straight up, I'll buy you dinner.


What a great city.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Thursday, October 11, 2007

A Tribute to the Greatest Dialogical Movie of Our Time

So my taste in movies is usually very selective. In fact, I very rarely find someone who shares my taste in movies. Usually any conversation with me and another person is littered with "I liked it, but I didn't love it"s or "it was worth the ticket price"s. Rarely do I ever really connect with someone. In other words, it's hard for me to agree on the topic with anyone.

But I'm not writing this entry to try and evangelize you to the religious experience that is my taste in movies, but to share with you the reason why this movie's so awesome.

Pulp Fiction is a great movie on so many levels, which I could go on and on about to you, but what really makes me love this movie, in the same way that the score of the Godfather makes me love the Godfather, is the dialogue.

Take this scene for example:

One thought comes to mind after watching this scene: I wonder if there are really people who talk like this in real life. I mean, this isn't your everyday awkwardness. This is straight up in-your-face hilarity. Let's break this scene down with analysis of my favorite lines. And please remember, these are MY favorite lines.

"We're associates of your business partner Marsellus Wallace"

How the hell does Samuel L. Jackson fit so many S's into this line? And why the hell isn't my name Marsellus Wallace? What a great name. It just wouldn't work with any other name. Whereas I marvel at Samuel L. Jackson for simply being the first to say the line, my awe is tainted with the sad sad realization that I can never be like him. Innovation like this can never be replicated.

"Hamburgers! The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast"

This line goes so much deeper than just hamburgers. There's the condescending sarcasm of the black man, standing tall above the white man. There's the painful realization that this tone of voice from a black man can only lead to him busting a cap into Brad, or several caps into Brad. And finally the hilarity that hamburgers aren't REALLY the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast, he's just going to kill this guy; so why are we laughing? BECAUSE IT'S HILARIOUS

"MMM-Hmmm! This is a tasty burger!"

The one thing that this line has going for it is the fact that after watching Jackson pick up the burger and take a bite, something in my stomach tells me I want a damn Big Kahuna Burger. This line only verbally verifies it. I still think about the image of that burger sometimes.

"Check out the big brain on BRAD! You're a smart mother-F*****, that's right!"

Check out the big brain on Brad. This is a reaction line. A reaction line is one that really doesn't have any effect without the way in which it's said. Check out the big brain on Brad. It's hilarious. No explanation needed.

"Sprite. Good. Do you mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down?"

This level of cynicism is dangerous. Who the hell says beverage? No one ever says beverage. No one in their right mind at least. Only someone who's going to kill somebody says "beverage". If you ever hear someone ask for a guy's "beverage", get the hell out of there.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue."

Why am I cracking up when he just killed that guy on the couch? On one hand you're thinking: "He just shot that guy" and on the other hand you're thinking: "He just shot that guy, that's hilarious". Black humor at it's best.

"What does Marsellus Wallace look like?"

To which Brad responds, "He's..b..b..BLACK!". You could cut the racial tension with a knife. I don't know about you, but everytime I hear him say "black" I'm always thinking: "You idiot, this guy's black TOO! There's no way you're getting out of this now".

"This is some serious gourmet s***!"

I laugh just thinking about this line. If you've been around me long enough you've probably heard me use it in an everyday setting. Keep in mind, these guys just blew some guy's head off in their car. But what I'm thinking about when I watch this isn't the corpse in the garage. I'm wondering what kind of coffee this guy's drinking.

I love verbal banter. I've never laughed harder at two guys arguing as they pick up pieces of skull in the back of a car.

Ignore the retarded skip to fiction.

"I don't want to hear about no mother f****** ifs!"

God, I wish I could talk like this guy. It's so scripted yet so natural. Plus, Jules freaking out is the funniest thing I've ever seen. The range of emotion is nothing short of pure comedy.

I love this movie. Go watch it.