There is a true art to saying nothing and having people think it’s profound. Some are excellent at it and some fall short and let their cohorts do most of the talking. Nevertheless, I’m astounded at the amount of wealth and power can come from saying absolutely nothing. I should probably start rehearsing my versions of elaborate nothing.
I found myself having lunch at a Buffalo Wild Wings recently. Not my choice mind you, there is something about a restaurant/bar that has multiple televisions on the walls that makes me throw up a little in my mouth. Never-the-less I was with family so in we go. The clientele never ceases to amaze me in a BW3’s, you will always find frosted tips on both the guys and girls. I should have bought stock in BW3’s as the douchebag index seems to be on the rise in this country. And somehow the enticement of hot sauce and sports is too much for the average douchebag. So they congregate there and beat there chests in vocal ritualistic methods, guzzling beer and using the worst pick up lines in existence. However the female version of the douchebag, sometimes referred to as a douche baguette or slut for short, seems to think of these lame attempts as peacock feathers. When presented with such mating calls they tend to emit a repetitive high pitched response. I was thankful the Olympics were on one of the TV’s so I could zone out and refrain from burning my esophagus with stomach acid. Despite the clade of butterfly tattoos, I was still able to enjoy some synchronized diving.
By the by, the sauce is good but the urge to buy peroxide soon after paying the bill is eerie.
I have recently returned from Paris and can now snobishly say that American coffee sucks. I won’t blather on about how cool the city is or how I wish some of the culture would be represented here in the states. But feel free to look through the photoblog from my week there. The book will be available in the coming weeks.
I’ve always thought these videos were really beautiful.
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
In Bruges is an interesting black comedy starring Collin Farrell. I must say it is a hysterical film after you get past the first 15 minutes. The first 15 are painfully slow but its plot exposition, it has to go somewhere. Farrell pulls off a fantastic dramatic/comedic performance and I suggest finding this film and giving it a go. I was lucky enough to see the film at a theatre that serves beer. The film goes really well with beer. Below is a clip that might be a little out of context but you’ll get a good sense of what the film is like.