Time Lock

I’ve just watched a 1950’s movie called Time Lock, about a child locked in a bank vault and the attempts to get him out. The plot’s pretty good, and while it shows its origins as a stage play it’s an enjoyable watch. The dialogue, however, is a real treat – “I’m afraid, te’ebly afraid”, “Tell them to get here immediately, and make it fast”, “He’s not breathing. What do you think? Adrenaline?…Yes, adrenaline, 3 minims.” Brilliant stuff, I’m almost inspired to go out and buy a cravat. OK, another cravat.

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Translation

There’s a nice knocking down of a Cheney speech on Glenn Greenwald’s site. It’s an easy read, so check it all, but here’s my favourite line:

“We are at war, and we will be forever, and the war is Everywhere, even in our Homeland, and as a result, unlimited power is vested in our Leader, who will use it for your own Good, to protect you, because the Leader is Good and he loves you” (applause, saluting, embracing, dancing).

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Not for me, obviously, but…

…here’s a great sentiment for his fellow Americans from the well-known anarcho-terro-communist, Michael Moore:

Thus, here is our Liberal’s Pledge to Disheartened Conservatives:

Dear Conservatives and Republicans,

I, and my fellow signatories, hereby make these promises to you:

1. We will always respect you for your conservative beliefs. We will never, ever, call you “unpatriotic” simply because you disagree with us. In fact, we encourage you to dissent and disagree with us.

I promise all of the above to you because this is your country, too. You are every bit as American as we are. We are all in this together. We sink or swim as one. Thank you for your years of service to this country and for giving us the opportunity to see if we can make things a bit better for our 300 million fellow Americans — and for the rest of the world.

(HT: Ezra Klein)

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Peel’s Record Box

I just watched a documentary about a box of 45’s* that John Peel kept separate from the rest of his collection. This was the box that he would grab, along with his wife and kids, if the house was burning down. The range of music covered summed up Peel; while any one person might have fond memories of his promotion of punk, reggae or whatever, his treasures covered a dozen or more different genres.

Out of perhaps 150-200 records, twenty were of The White Stripes, a band that sum up much of the rawness in music that Peel celebrated throughout his career. The Fall, his favourite band, were in contrast totally absent, perhaps because it was everything they did that he admired, rather than any one thing. Most poignant, though, was what he called the best record in the whole history of the world ever – Teenage Kicks, by The Undertones. The box contained 3 copies, just in case.

(*For our younger readers, 45’s were like engraved CDs)

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