Michael Almereyda, interviewed in the April 18, 2004 New York Times about his movie, “This So-Called Disaster: Sam Shepard Directs ‘The Late Henry Moss.'”
Courtesy of Fussy
Michael Almereyda, interviewed in the April 18, 2004 New York Times about his movie, “This So-Called Disaster: Sam Shepard Directs ‘The Late Henry Moss.'”
Courtesy of Fussy
This came into my Yahoo! e-mail account today (this is a verbatim, cut and paste posting):
DEAR _citibank_ _Client_,
This_ LETTER was se-nt by_the_ Citicards sevrers to veerify your_ e-mail adderss.
You must complete this process by clicking on_the_link bellow and enntering
in the litle window_ your Citi-bank Atm/Debit card nummber and PIN that
_you use on Atm Machine. This_is _done_ for Your protection -p- because some of_our
memmbers _no_longer_ have access to their EMAIL addersses and we must verify it.www.yahoo.com/?HZGlDeM1bRTtpf0XhKkauN1TXM0Jbc
9TbOfO32QfUJTk0IituErYtuHptTbtUjl59CVdELrzwbVxUeOTo verify your e_mail _address_ and _access_ your Citibank_Online
account, click on_the_link bellow.nTtmlL5M4MYyHtVMqxIFc v7L2tHzcVoBN HZau5XyTV7Bd2oFA8
They’re kidding, right? No one actually falls for this, do they?
First of all, I don’t have any accounts at CitiBank. I’d rather bury my money in a coffee can in the backyard than do business with them. Secondly, this looks like the product of 100 monkeys and 100 typwriters before spell-check.
Human gullability always amazes me.
(See, this is the problem with walking a mile and a half back to the subway every day: too much time to think and nothing on which to write down the Thoughts That Come Unbidden)
Does it make me a bad person that I gave my $.58 in change to the guy playing Bach on the trumpet at the Metro and not to the clearly raggedy pan handler up the block from my office? (Yes, I could help you out if you did every single thing I said but, really, you want money so why not just say that?)
How do you explain to people that yes you are, in fact, laughing out loud at a book about punctuation?
How do I make sure I get the train with all the nice people on it again tomorrow? (I saw at least six people offer their seats to others who looked in need; it’s been ages since I’ve seen that.)
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As a former audio engineer I can tell you for a fact that the way your phone rings when the lotto commissioner is calling to tell you that you’ve won a million dollars is no different than the way it rings when your best friend is calling to give you bad news, or when a telemarketer is calling to try to sell you new windows. The sound is the same. How do we know, then, in those instances when we just sense that something is wrong when the phone rings? Probably something to do with Jung’s “collective unconcious.”
This past weekend when the phone rang I knew something was wrong. It didn’t take but more than one look at my honey’s face to realize something was, in fact, not right.
Her best pal, we’ll call him Moose to protect the innocent, was calling to say that his relationship with the boyfriend, we’ll call him Bear to protect the not so innocent, had exploded.
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If you had a child who died what would you do to get that child back?
This is the question on which Godsend turns. It also turns on a faulty premise: that our genes determine solely who we are.
When Adam Duncan (Cameron Bright) is killed the day after his eighth birthday his parents Jessie (Rebecca Romijn-Stamos) and Paul (Greg Kinnear) are naturally devastated. Approached by Richard Wells (Robert De Niro), “an old professor” of Jessie’s, with the 72 hour time-limited chance to clone Adam (any cells they may have in a tooth or hair brush will “lose viability” after three days) they take the leap of faith, cut all ties with their family, friends, and former lives, and move to Vermont where Dr. Wells has set them up with a house, a new teaching position for Paul, and a nice warm insemination table for Jessie. All, however, is not well in the lab.
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