All righty then. Let's dip into the mailbag, shall we, and see how I do.
RobbieJ wrote: And not special in a Riding the Bus with my Sister kind of way. Isn't that the second time you've mentioned that movie in two days? I'm thinking it holds as special a place in your heart as "The Joan and Melissa Rivers Story starring Joan and Melissa Rivers" holds in mine. "Missy, he HIT you?!"
Master LCZ wrote: To another beloved classic.....Remember him, Namo? Do I REMEMBER? A shoplifted copy of that issue of Playgirl got me through puberty. I used to watch Mission: Impossible and pray two things: 1) That it was a Peter Lupus episode and 2) that you'd be able to see a little chest hair in his scenes.
NYAdGal wrote: What are your favorite movies, favorite food, favorite places to travel. Montreal and San Juan, Puerto Rico are two of my very favorite places I have been to several times each. But I haven't been to all that many places. I've visited most of the American cities I had a real HANKERING to visit, and a few I didn't. I haven't been to and wouldn't mind visiting Austin, Texas, Los Angeles (the closest I got was LAX on a stop over after a visit to San Diego), never made it to New Orleans pre-destruction. So there's a regret. Adore Chicago. Seattle was perfectly fine, but when you facor in Vancouver it's an unbeatable combo. San Francisco I think I finally had enough of.
Favorite food in general is Mexican, both the standard burrito and taco variety but also the more traditional cuisine created in the Mexican Fondas. I'm vegetarian, and basically I love delicious food of all varieties. Indian, Colombian, Italian. Oh, and one of my favorite places to eat is a place called Cafe Berlin in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. Creative, eclectic and delicious.
Movies are a harder story for me. I run hot and cold on movies in general and sometimes for as long as six months at a time I take a page from Dollypop's book and just plain hate movies because contemporary Hollywood crap is just that. Crap. And I don't see anything. I find myself unpersuaded to spend the time to see big blockbusters that the entertainment industrial complex tells us we HAVE to see! The concept of people paying their hard earned money to see a movie so that they can be among the first to see a coming attraction for some blockbuster is simply mind boggling to me.
But I can't deny I love many of the same classics (and nothing from the '80s on counts as "classic" yet in my book) that most people love. And for me, I don't know where I would be were it not for my abiding love of Iranian cinema, for all it has taught me about human beings from a culture so different from our own, so often demonized by our own. It's taught me about art making under repression, about sending a message out to the world even though censors are trying to erase any messages they deem unworthy. Like many people, I adore "The White Baloon," a simple story of an Iranian girl who just wants a goldfish. Her mother reminds her she HAS a goldfish and the little girl complains that she wants "a chubby goldfish" like the ones at the store. I can't even THINK about that movie without tearing up.
"The Day I Became a Woman" is a somewhat bleak movie that has an incredible chapter about a nine year old girl crossing over the line between childhood and adulthood. At that age, when a young girl becomes a "woman," she is no longer allowed to socialize with boys. A little boy is her best friend. Her struggle with an external force that she doesn't comprehend is something to behold.
miss pennywise wrote: "You are not at all what I expected you to be like...you're delightful!" See, I would much rather have somebody say that about me after spending an hour with me than "I thought you were going to be cool, but you were really an asshole."
BroadwayBoobs wrote: Namo...if you could interview 1 person (dead or alive) who would it be and what questions would you ask? I'm sure there's a million cool or non-cliche things I could say but it would probably be Shakespeare. But I would definitely have to feel way more secure in my knowledge of his output than I do. If not Will, Lucille Ball.
KelRel wrote: Namo, if you could spend a day with any poster who would it be, where would you go and what would you do? Believe it or not, I have no answer. Maybe you for keeping my quote in your sig file for so long. And for editing it well and making it even funnier than it was.
Undi wrote: What kind of music do you find listening to most often and who are your favorites?
As I mentioned earlier with my childhood love of the Beatles, I like a good pop hook. And I like to rock. And I like guitars. I don't like stuff that doesn't do anything new with what's come before. Which is why I despise Coldplay.
Auggie wrote: in celebration, I'm sending Patrick Warburton over with a bottle of baby oil. Use them both sparingly. That would be two things together I could NOT use in moderation.
PalJoey wrote: Namo--if you could show your gratitude to PalJoey for doing this to you, how would you go about doing that? Well, as you know, I am not sure I
have gratitude for you doing this to me. However, I previously expressed my gratitude for the kind things you wrote in the opening salvo. Other than that, I suppose I could dance an interpretive dance in my room as an expression of gratitude.
Beacon1 wrote: If you had to be stuck on a desert island: what three things would you take with you? An unlimited supply of the strongest sunblock Kiehls manufactures. An unlimited supply of Smart Water. And I suppose a box of matches in a ziplock bag.
RobbieJ wrote: Namo...will you stick it in me? Yes. But you have to swear on a stack of Village Voices that you won't ask "Is it in yet?"
Jane 2 wrote: OK Nam-answer this- ARE YOU HOT? Well, you know, heat is in the eye of the beholder. I bristle when I hear somebody say, "Did you see ______? He/She's so HOT!" When what the speaker really means is "That person makes me feel HOT!"
Having said that, people who like my type generally love me!
PalJoey wrote: Namo--how do YOU like to party? I'm not against drugs at all. I just don't have the recovery time. (If my sister who occasionally lurks here just read that I'm JUST KIDDING!). About 18 months ago I read this book "Travels With Barley" and I found myself turning, overnight, into a beer snob. It's kind of like being a wine snob just nowhere near as pretentious. I love dark beers, but I went from being a basic Guinness drinker to talking about ABV, hoppiness and maltiness. But I have never, ever uttered the beer snob term "mouthfeel." EVER.
Basically, beer is how I like to party. At my local straight bar, watching. Always watching.
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