Hello, everyone. It's been a long time since I had a chance to say much here, but like most everyone from the site, I'm back, though not, unfortunately, in black. That would be serendipitous, but I'm afraid I'm wearing powder blue today.
Anyway, the Prophets wish you and yours a happy New Year. We intend to post more and to update the site; those are our resolutions, anyway. We've got some individual ones, of course. Scorpion resolves not to read Melville so obsessively. The Existentialist resolves to lighten up once a month. Meg D. resolves to stop lusting after the kid who plays Riggins on Friday Night Lights. And I resolve to stay angry but less broke.
Coming from the south Louisiana area, I am particularly sensitive to documents and texts about hurricane Katrina and its aftermath. To that end, let me recommend Spike Lee's searing documentary
When the Levees Broke. It's one of the best films of the year and one of the most important of the last decade. I borrowed Scorpion's copy (Portia got one for Christmas) and watched it all in one sitting--no mean feat, considering how long it is. And every moment is absolutely riveting. Lee is obviously mad, but unlike a lot of documentary filmmakers, he stays out of the frame. We barely even hear his voice. Instead, we hear the voices of the people of New Orleans, along with some non-New Orleanians who have some insight into the matter (Professor Michael Eric Dyson is especially eloquent and biting). These voices are the ones that Katrina--and the horrible, inefficient, downright racist response from the Bush administration--might have silenced. Regardless of your politics, you owe it to yourself and your country to see this movie. If I could afford it, I'd buy a copy for everyone I know--hell, everyone I don't know, too.
A word of advice--if you watch it with your kids around, be prepared for some occasional foul language and some heartbreaking, graphic footage of the human cost of Katrina. These brief scenes may give
you nightmares.
Anyway, onto other topics--I recently bought Ultimate Prince and have barely stopped listening to it ever since. Prince has always been an odd little fella--he may be one of the few rich, sexually explicit Jehovah's Witnesses in history--but his music (especially the older stuff) is gold. I think "Purple Rain" may be one of my favorite songs ever. My only complaint--no "Let's Pretend We're Married" or "Darling Nikki."
How was your holiday, my loyal readers? Drop me a line (or a comment) and let me know.
The Disgruntled Adjunct Instructor of
www.mischievousprophet.comEmail:
angryandbroke@yahoo.com or
angryandbroke@gmail.comComing soon to this space: Michael O'Rourke
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