The First Attempt to Save MUTM (and a doozie of an entry at that)
I wanted to start things off with a nice picture of something very funny, and I found two that I couldn't decide between. So here they are.
They are both equally good in their own right, and I hope everyone appreciates them.
Now, down to the business at hand. I had been meaning to post something on here for sometime, I just never did. So I take some personal responsibility in the decline of the MUTM empire. Not all, but some. That being said, this is the culmination of weeks of mental stress and thought. Preparations have being going on for what you are about to read for what seems like my entire life, and I have already typed it all once only to press the back button, thereby losing all of my hard work. And it didn't make me happy. But it made me stronger. What I am trying to say here is that reading this is a privilege. I guess that's about it.
First, I hope everyone has had a good spring break, and I hope that everyone did everything people our age are supposed to do on spring break.
Second, I recieved my offical acceptance letter from St. John's on monday. The admissions guy called me the previous week to tell me that I was accepted, but I finally got the actual letter. I was very suprised to see the question "Which campus will you attend?" on the reply letter. I had applied to the Santa Fe campus because it was the easiest to visit, and I thought that I would only get to go to the campus to which I applied. But now I have a choice between Santa Fe and Annapolis, and I wasn't prepared for that.
Earlier, I had done some late night exploring of the north dallas area and I ran into a little town called Justin. This is a crummy town, run down and it feels desperate. It was the original home of the Justin Boot company, but I don't really know what that means. It seems like there has been an effort to keep a boot factory open in Justin, and to make it cost effective they hired immigrants, thereby displacing the no doubt timeless tradition of the Justin-ites working in the factory. Anyway, the factory looks like it is trying to crumble but the town won't let it. Very sad. Also, I ate a very spicy sausage roll from a little pizza/donut shop at 3.30. It was indeed a pizza and donut shop, and it was very odd, and I hope I see more things like this in the future
But the real reason I bring up Justin is the fact that there is a silly little hotel. And like most hotels, this one has a big sign. But unlike most hotels, this one had a little sign hanging under the main sign that said "American Owned". For some reason, this made me quite upset, quite rapidly. I wanted to tear the sign off, but I had no tools nor am I strong. I wanted to paint over the sign, but I had no paint. I had a very intense desire to get rid of that sign. When I saw it, I immidiatley thought of it as bigoted, racist, fascist, nazi like, and I was embarassed and angry that it was there. I felt these things with an intensity that I had never felt before. I didn't really get a chance to think about it before I was heated with passion. Even typing this now, I am getting upset. It almost feels like heartbreak. But I am not sure that feeling is justified. It is just a sign. And the owner is no doubt an american, and no doubt very patriotic. Those things aren't wrong. I can't really think of anything concrete that is wrong with this scenario. To make matters even worse, I have seen more of these signs in recent weeks. And I still get upset when I see them. I get sad when I think of the people who put them up. I get angry at the idea that they think their hotel would be better if it advertised that it was american owned. But I don't completely understand why I feel this way. I guess overall it is just one of those times where you suprise yourself, and you can't explain yourself to yourself. Blah Blah Blah.
On a lesser note, I have seen many movies. And several that were bad.
First the bad.
Troy- One of the worst movies I have ever seen. I liked watching Brad Pitt fight though. Something about a good looking badass of a man laying waste to those around him is exciting.
The Mother-
Maybe you can tell what the movie is about from this picture. Odd, interesting, and a little disgusting. Anyway, a story you don't see in movies very often.
The Motorcycle Diaries- Blah Blah, it is as good as everyone says, Blah Blah
Maria Full of Grace- Blah Blah, good like everyone says but not as good as Motorcycle Diaries, Blah Blah
Y Tu Mama Tambien-
Yes, that is the guy who plays Che Guevara in Motorcycle Diaries. This movie is quite different. Like the poster says, bold and brazen. Maybe beautiful, maybe sexy. Lots of sex either way. Coming of age story, blah blah. And frontal nudity, both female and male. I liked it though.
The Story of Weeping Camel
Probably the movie that I liked the best. Also made me want a camel. Neat movie, stuff you don't ever see, culture nobody has any idea exists. I like the boy, but was sad about the TV. Highly highly recommended.
That's enough for now.
10 Comments:
Excellent post baby chick. It stirred up a variety of emotions, laughter, sadness, confusement, distate and arousal. It's good to hear about your acceptance. I would go to Annapolis because Santa Fe would be too hot.
Although not as upset about the sign as you it is a little disturbing. Maybe the owner put it up just because there are people out there who wont go to a non-american owned hotel. In that case I can't blame him. He's just taking advantage of the racial prejudices of hotel shoppers.
Thats a very eclectic collection of movies. I want to see the camel one.
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great post baby chicken. one thing i would like to comment on is the weeping camel picture. i laughed out loud when i saw it. i like the expression on the face of the camel in the foreground. he looks like is thinking "weeeelllp, gimme that desert then" he actually looks kinda like a dirty baby chicken if you kinda squint. also, at first i thought the camel in the background had 3 humps, then i realized that one of them was his head.
god bless america
by the way, guys, i talked to "fart" this evening and he said he hasn't seen you guys in a long time. remember that kid in high school that we used to call "fart"? as a code word?. i think his name was jimmy something-or-other.
I think it was Jimmy Doyle
No no, your both wrong. I heard this story one time and the kids real name was lloyd. And if I remember correctly, he went crazy. So take it easy on that fart talk, you don't want him to find out and get all woolly bahloo about it.
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i hate that you can't edit a comment. here is what i said the first time only with a slight edit:
bbc,
you're rage due to the appearance of the hotel sign was caused by the irritation of your political correctness gland. it becomes irritated any time someone vocalizes an issue in our society that no one wants to acknowledge. Of course the majority of people would prefer to stay at a hotel owned by local people who they don't have to squint to understand. i'm not necessarily one of those type of people, but my dad is, and there's a lot people like my dad. With how much of our labor is outsourced to foreigners these days anyway, I'm happy to see as many American business owners as possible.
And congratulations on your collegiate acceptance. What are you planning to study there?
Also, I agree wholeheartedly on your opinion of Troy. Worst movie of 2004. Did you happen to watch Y Tu Mama Tambien with any girls? I made that mistake, and I was very awkward.
ohhhhhhh packse.
I have yet to see one of those 'patriotic' signs, but just the thought of its existence leads me to feelings like yours chicken. (Except that I may be able to destroy the sign with my muscely arms.) But as I sat here and read through everybody's comments I had a thought. Perhaps the owner of hotel is a native of Mexico, immigrated to the states and become a naturalized citizen. Making him just as much an American as I. That idea makes me happier. Perhaps the owner is Korean, French, or maybe even a middle eastern refugee. Yes, yes, I like that much better.
brad- st john's is a great books college, which means they take the books that are the basis of western culture, or are considered great in western culture and read and discuss them. For example, the first year involves reading euclid and learning his geometry, learning greek, studying philosophy from whatever aristotle, socrates, and other "classical" authors wrote. And it progresses through time pretty chronologically, through freud and einstein. If you really want to know more about the school, their website has a lot more information www.stjohnscollege.edu
And, I watched Y Tu Mama with my mom and dad and sister. So, take from that what you will.
chap- I don't think I understand you comment. I was upset because I don't think it should ever matter what nationality a person is, ever. And I don't think it is politically correct to think that way. If I am going to do business and exchange money, I want to get the best experience I can, regardless of how I get that experience, who I get it from, or how much it costs. I like to shop at Virgin despite generally higher prices because I like the way Richard Branson runs his company. I prefer to buy soccer stuff from the little shop owned by the iranian because he is very nice, he always seems happy, and he treats his customers very well. And I don't care about the counterfeit uniforms he has on the walls. I like him. And I think that is all that should matter.
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