More Talking in Movie Quotes


In 2009 I posted about my tendency to talk in movie quotes that nobody got but me. This is a quick addendum to that fine list; two one-word lines from films I hope you’ve seen.

Mangoes!  This is from Apocalypse Now, shrieked by Chef as he’s being ordered to search a Vietnamese skiff for weapons. Keep in mind, Chef was prejudiced against mangoes since the tiger incident. Viewer discretion advised:

Firewood!   This is from Force 10 from Navarone, elegantly delivered by Barbara Bach in a succinct staccato: “FIE whood!”

These have the unique disposition of being things I say out loud, non-sequitur, whenever I see or hear the words. They’re also both exclamations, which leads to the fact that they both get me into awkward social situations. Especially at Hawaiian BBQs.

Lexie Speaks on Martin Luther King Jr


My daughter learned about Martin Luther King Jr. in her first grade class this week.  Here’s her statement.

Doctor Luther King didn’t like the way people were.  Some people couldn’t drink out of the same fountains as white people, and some black kids couldn’t even go to the same schools as white people, so he changed all that, because everyone is created equal.  And then he got shot.

Not bad for a kid who spends most of her time making silly faces.

(when she’s not making real, honestly beautiful faces!)

Dynamic Moments of Bewilderment


From Chuck Klosterman’s book, Eating the Dinosaur:

I suspect it’s unbelievably stressful to be a wolf.  The world would be an endlessly confusing place, because a wolf has limited cognitive potential and understands nothing beyond its instinct and its own experience.  Yet the wolf is more engaged with the experience of being alive.  A wolf isn’t as “happy” as you, but a wolf feels better.  His normal state of being is the way you feel during dynamic moments of bewilderment.

International Heavy Metal


Here’s a snip from Chuck Klosterman IV: A Decade of Curious People and Dangerous Ideas:

In truth, talking to members of Journey doesn’t interest me that much; I much prefer chatting with my Croatian waiter, as he seems to know a great deal about international politics and international heavy metal.  He bristles when I tell him I like KISS.  “Oof,” guffaws Zeljko.  “That is only show! ‘I was made for loving you’?  Oof.  That is no rock.  AC/DC is rock, but only from Bon Scott era, and maybe on Back in Black.  Saxon, Judas Priest, these are the rock bands.”

Zeljko works on this Carnival cruise line because Serbians bombed his house during the ’90s.  Now he supports his wife and kids by refilling my glass with ice water and sending his paycheck across the Atlantic.  This makes me so depressed that I briefly consider buying some Saxon records.