Sunday, January 16, 2005
A night at the opera, part 2
Okay, continuing with an evening of celebration (see post below), we have switched from the deep, the difficult, the tangentially macabre and we are now onto … Hair (the movie).
One blogger is singing along. Another is attempting to find bloggable material. Me, I am enjoying the contrast. Everyone is awake now. I got my eyes I got my nose I got my mouth… I got life, brother… I got life! (And the staid, rich folk take him to court for it.)
The talk is now of navels that have slipped below the evolutionary line of probability.
Movies about hippies seem dated, but not in the sense that you cannot watch them. They either make a person cringe, or emote rhapsodically. It seems I've managed to place myself in a room with examples of both.
One blogger is singing along. Another is attempting to find bloggable material. Me, I am enjoying the contrast. Everyone is awake now. I got my eyes I got my nose I got my mouth… I got life, brother… I got life! (And the staid, rich folk take him to court for it.)
The talk is now of navels that have slipped below the evolutionary line of probability.
Movies about hippies seem dated, but not in the sense that you cannot watch them. They either make a person cringe, or emote rhapsodically. It seems I've managed to place myself in a room with examples of both.
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