personal to sparky's girls
...who, i'm told, occasionally read this spew: had a nice msg from my doc today. my cholesterol levels, while still elevated, are not sufficiently scary to warrant meds. total, ldl, and triglycerides are all down significantly, hdl zackley the same (which should change when i start, um, riding my bike). now if i could just do something about the cigs (which, unfortunately, i still smoke like a fiend when in proximity to alcohol, musicians, work, etc.). unfortunately, none of the therapies i believe would be most effective (hypnotism, acupuncture, the ludovico technique) are covered by my medical insurance. feh.
hope all's well your way.
much love,
stash
hope all's well your way.
much love,
stash
posted by stashdauber at 7:21 PM
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ludovico technique... HA! i can't stop smiling after reading that.
i haven't read that book in years but it always tripped me out how the american version (from which kubrick made the flick) had 20 chapters and the british one had 21. the whole novel comes full circle in that 21st chapter and i never got why they axed it in the U.S. version cause it hammers home the point that no matter WHAT they did to him, in the end, this cat (and other truly evil cats as well, i assume) could NOT be forced into changing his violent ways and would/could only be truly rehabilitated if he had the desire to do so. the american version and the flick end with him being this sniveling invalid who may/may not have chosen to change his ways. what a letdown...
while visually top notch and with superb acting, i thought the kubrick flick sucked for being based on the the 20 chapter version alone. many folks have called me out in this but i wonder how many have read the book BEFORE they saw the flick? books are always better, of course, but this flick seemed like it wasn't even based on the same book as i read.
not to get on my high horse or anything, i was just always bothered by that flick. whew!
glad to hear yr cholesterol sitch is looking up (down, i mean.) the cigs are the worst, and all i can say is keep trying till you leave 'em for good. that's what i'm doing, with little to no success (aye aye aye.) nice to hear about the bike news though. a little pedal goes a long way. happy ridin'.
clockwork: yeah, i'm witcha on that -- burgess' original version was a lot truer than the one that wound up getting pubbed here (and filmed by s. kubrick).
kubrick's like spike lee 'n' oliver stone for me: about 50-50. i musta seen his "clockwork orange" a dozen times at midnight movies back during college daze. (other staple: "slaughterhouse-five.") while i dug the film's super-stylized look, beethoven soundtrack, and early malcolm mcdowell (so much i even went to see "o lucky man!" not once but twice), ultimately i felt it was a jive flick (like the second half of "full metal jacket"). at his best, tho ("paths of glory," "2001," first half of "f.m.j."), kubrick could be great.
once you got me thinking about it, i went out and found chapter 21 online. makes it a lot more resonant for my middle-aged self -- kinda like the closing scene in "slc punk." a surprise fer sure. also reminded me that "clockwork" was burgess' comment on the whole brit mod-rocker phenom: hooligans brawling by the seaside etc.
crimony!
you know i haven't looked at that book in damn near 7 years and i forgot about all the goofy british teen slang/pseudo-russian? lingo contained therein. it took my 19-ish year old mind some careful reading to sort out all the devotchkas and rassppdocks and gromky golosses. what a trip.
oh, and i also dislike the 2nd half of FMJ. as soon as private pyle kills r. lee ermey and blows his brains out, the "stop" button gets a major push from yours truly.
Amen. And all that cal...
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