https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NVVe1DkVsQ
All you had to do was turn on KDIA-AM to hear Sly and the Family Stone’s “Hot Fun In The Summertime” flying across the airwaves.
Ramblings while on a slow suburban death.
Author: Anna Pirhana
Marlon Brando is an icon, one of the greatest American actors on film. I fell in love with Brando one lonely Saturday afternoon while watching “On the Waterfront”.
I have always been an animation fan, having grown up on “Speed Racer”, “Kimba” and “Minashigo Hatchi”. While I find the current popular run of Hollywood animated film to be a bit tiring, the large international selection of short films are delightful.
“The Day of the Triffids” is a classic 1960s era sci/fi horror film. The movie begins with a bang, followed by mass blindness and a invasion of the mighty, vegetable-like Triffids. In between, there are a variety of characters that exemplify different degrees of the human condition, some worth dying or saving.
Cameroon’s Manu Dibango’s “Soul Makossa” has plenty of rhythm, vibrating sound and lyrics that no one seems to understand. I was once told that the lyrics were filthy, which might this song even cooler.
A quirky 7-11 worker that demands uniformity, but not conformity, finds his place under the sun in “Right Place,” a delightful very short 5+ minute film.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-J74HRwl0b0
Hell hath no fury like a monster who is in search of its Gorgo, a tiny tot monster who has been removed from its home in the Irish waters to become a Battersea Park sightseeing attraction.
I have always liked Ricardo Montalban, the only individual on this planet capable of doing justice to Kahn. He was so good as Kahn that “Star Trek: Wrath of Kahn” became one of my favorite Trek movies.
On a recent job interview with a local bank, the Vice President spent close to five minutes expressing her surprise that I was Japanese. “You look Chinese..,” she kept saying, as if waiting for me to get on my knees and confess that I lied. “Your skin is so white!,” she would continue, “and Japanese are so brown.”
Love, loyalty and the June Swoon
Published by Anna Pirhana on June 23, 2014(This guy sometimes seemed to fall asleep while playing in the OF)
I developed my love for baseball over long summers sitting inn the upper deck at Candlestick Park, where Willie McCovey seemed to stand a few city blocks away, a miniature figure among other miniature figures in a massive, mostly empty stadium.