Santa's Ball Sack
man. the nyt did not like Polar Express at all:
It's likely, I imagine, that most moviegoers will be more concerned by the eerie listlessness of those characters' faces and the grim vision of Santa Claus's North Pole compound, with interiors that look like a munitions factory and facades that seem conceived along the same oppressive lines as Coketown, the red-brick town of "machinery and tall chimneys" in Dickens's "Hard Times." Tots surely won't recognize that Santa's big entrance in front of the throngs of frenzied elves and awe-struck children directly evokes, however unconsciously, one of Hitler's Nuremberg rally entrances in Leni Riefenstahl's "Triumph of the Will." But their parents may marvel that when Santa's big red sack of toys is hoisted from factory floor to sleigh it resembles nothing so much as an airborne scrotum.
uh. i think he just called santa a nazi and said you were getting nards for christmas.
should have voted for kerry, huh? that will teach you.
i sure did like sleeping to that rain-sound last night.
and in between work yesterday and work today i managed to secure a band and a dj for the wedding. yep. we're getting both!
why?
well, we need some live music for the jewish dancing but we cannot stand the wedding band schtick. so i hired some jew-power to play during the ceremony and the cocktails and for the pre-dinner jewish dancing and over dinner. they're called Adama and they know their hora. five piece band with clarinet and violin.
then we got one of our friends to dj the rest of the night in exchange for a reasonable honorarium. we trust him to play the few songs we need to hear, not play the songs we'd hate to hear, and to fill the rest of the time with good, dance music that could bleed into an electronica set as the evening progresses.
cool, huh? best of both worlds, i think.
it's beginning to look like the initial wedding frenzy is subsiding. we have a location. we have a date. we have the music all sussed. madhavi may have found us a caterer that specializes in asian cuisine (we want indian food. fuck that beige chicken booshit.) and... yeah. those are the big "got to nail 'em down a year in advance" things.
i mean, we still need to do really important things like register for a cuisenart and invite guests, but i feel the pressure subsiding somewhat.
like a calming balm.
balm. that's a weird word. balm.
anyway.
i was sad this morning. i'm not totally sure why. i think maybe i actually slept well and that let a lot of my stress morph into other things. so maybe i wasn't sad so much as emotional.
i'm sorry you're getting nards for christmas.
what is the propper ettiquette re; purchasing wedding presents for cyber friends?
i think the standard gifts are nude photos of celebrities, good deals on viagra, and a longer penis.
oh. wait. you mean all those people sending me emails aren't my cyber-friends?
damn. i guess just a set of towels, then.
There are 500 cut rate unskilled wannabe photographers that are waiting on pins & needles to hear if they go the job.
p.s. I have a naked photo of Tom Selleck I can give you.
man oh man, for god's sake don't skimp on the photog. years later, when the food is long gone, the wedding presents are all exchanged, the music is but a vague memory, what are you left with? either great photos or crappy photos.
oh, and i guess that spouse thing.