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Summer Movie List!

Star Trek
The Wrestler
The Dark Knight
Ghosts of Girlfriends Past
Sugar
Waitress
Angels and Demons
Evan Almighty
The Great Debaters
Dear Frankie
Up
License to Wed
Away We Go
The Hangover
The Reader
De-Lovely
Tropic Thunder
Ghost Town
Definitely Maybe
8 1/2
Brüno
Man Push Cart
The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Entourage Season 5
Party Down Season 1
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Moon
Entourage Season 1
Auntie Mame
Revolutionary Road
Entourage Season 2
The Hurt Locker
The Big Sleep
The Long Goodbye
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Funny People
The Apartment
500 Days of Summer
Mad Men Season 2
The Wiz
Kill Bill Vol. 2
District 9
I Love You Man
The Class
Burn After Reading
Sunshine Cleaning
Some Like It Hot
Inglourious Basterds
Pulp Fiction
The Time Traveler's Wife

To Corbin...

Mirror

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, have I got it?
'Cause Mirror you've always told me who I am
I'm finding it's not easy to be perfect
So sorry you won't define me
Sorry you don't own me

Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be?
Who are you? Who are you?
I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won't try, I won't try

Mirror I am seeing a new reflection
I'm looking into the eyes of He who made me
And to Him I have beauty beyond compare
I know He defines me

Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be?
Who are you? Who are you?
I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won't try, I won't try

You don't define me, you don't define me


BarlowGirl
(listen to it)

In Plaster

I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now:
This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one,
And the white person is certainly the superior one.
She doesn't need food, she is one of the real saints.
At the beginning I hated her, she had no personality --
She lay in bed with me like a dead body
And I was scared, because she was shaped just the way I was

Only much whiter and unbreakable and with no complaints.
I couldn't sleep for a week, she was so cold.
I blamed her for everything, but she didn't answer.
I couldn't understand her stupid behavior!
When I hit her she held still, like a true pacifist.
Then I realized what she wanted was for me to love her:
She began to warm up, and I saw her advantages.

Without me, she wouldn't exist, so of course she was grateful.
I gave her a soul, I bloomed out of her as a rose
Blooms out of a vase of not very valuable porcelain,
And it was I who attracted everybody's attention,
Not her whiteness and beauty, as I had at first supposed.
I patronized her a little, and she lapped it up --
You could tell almost at once she had a slave mentality.

I didn't mind her waiting on me, and she adored it.
In the morning she woke me early, reflecting the sun
From her amazingly white torso, and I couldn't help but notice
Her tidiness and her calmness and her patience:
She humored my weakness like the best of nurses,
Holding my bones in place so they would mend properly.
In time our relationship grew more intense.

She stopped fitting me so closely and seemed offish.
I felt her criticizing me in spite of herself,
As if my habits offended her in some way.
She let in the drafts and became more and more absent-minded.
And my skin itched and flaked away in soft pieces
Simply because she looked after me so badly.
Then I saw what the trouble was: she thought she was immortal.

She wanted to leave me, she thought she was superior,
And I'd been keeping her in the dark, and she was resentful --
Wasting her days waiting on a half-corpse!
And secretly she began to hope I'd die.
Then she could cover my mouth and eyes, cover me entirely,
And wear my painted face the way a mummy-case
Wears the face of a pharaoh, though it's made of mud and water.

I wasn't in any position to get rid of her.
She'd supported me for so long I was quite limp --
I had forgotten how to walk or sit,
So I was careful not to upset her in any way
Or brag ahead of time how I'd avenge myself.
Living with her was like living with my own coffin:
Yet I still depended on her, though I did it regretfully.

I used to think we might make a go of it together --
After all, it was a kind of marriage, being so close.
Now I see it must be one or the other of us.
She may be a saint, and I may be ugly and hairy,
But she'll soon find out that that doesn't matter a bit.
I'm collecting my strength; one day I shall manage without her,
And she'll perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me.

Sylvia Plath

Hundred

How, I can't recall, but I'm staring at what once was the wall separating east from west, and now they meet amidst the broad daylight. So this is where you are, and this is where I am: somewhere between unsure and a hundred.

It's hard, I must confess. I'm banking on the rest to clear away, cause we have spoken everything short of I love you. You're right where you are, from right where I am: somewhere between unsure and a hundred.

And who's to say it's wrong? Who's to say that it's not right where we should be for now?

So this is where you are,
and this is where I am.
So this is where you are,
and this is where I've been:
somewhere between unsure and a hundred.


[the fray]

'95-'96 Prayers Finally Answered