W O R D S

Yeah, sorry...

Man, I feel bad not having anything for you, but I also know how I am about just sorta punching something out now and then, and want to make sure the page is already here... I'll write something when I see Babel. That's what we'll do. As a wannabe filmmaker, Alejandro González Iñárritu is both one of my biggest heroes and biggest frustrations. In terms of his kinetic skill set, he's a greek god, but 21 Grams was just such a shallow, punishing sob-fest after the richness of Amores Perros... and from what I hear, Babel is looking to be the same way.

That said, visually, 21 Grams was a dazzler. I particularly love the dusklight shot where you can't tell if you're looking at roosting birds or falling leaves. So I'll pay my 8.50 anyway, and gladly.

In the meantime, I have old short stories, and essays for various classes... but frankly I just don't like them. So for now, how about a poem I wrote when I was 14.

And yes, that's right, fourteen years old and already shilling for Proctor and Gamble.

Chap-Stick

A cheery red stick of cherry
A waxy mass to moisten your mouth
No winter wind will wear you down

You've got petroleum power now.

(eat it, William Carlos Williams)