the armpit of america

the film garden state is a mental measuring stick. it grates my soul to here the pseudo intellectuals talk about its beauties. if they were honest and admitted they were talking about natalie portman than maybe we would go from there. but instead they try to make it into some coming-of-age landmark film.

it's like studying the female nude. "it's artistic" they say. they try to deny that there is any sexual underpinnings at all. why do you think it's been the male artists subject of choice for the last 2 centuries?

up next: an epistemological love story starring Keira Knightley!

i'm sitting in my persuasion class. we are doing commercial advertisement speeches. basically i'm paying $50 to be forced to sit in an hour and half of commercials. worse, they are being performed by my classmates. nike shox. nokia cell phone. season tickets. i don't blame them for doing it. i'm giving a speech on an apple ipod. we all have to do it to pass the class and therefore to get our degrees. i just don't get the point. we are barraged with about infinity ads a minute, the last thing we need is one more venue for advertising.

despite the exercise, i have to hand it to bradley. he has a way of making even this bane exercise interesting. if you ever have the chance to listen to him tell a story, you should take it.

but the guy who tried to sell us a mandolin? he was about as excited as a coroner showing you his caskets.