the phallus, no matter how large or explosive, is not a source of liberation
I believe this is what all whom saw the grindhouse movie friday afternoon would say. I really didn't like the quentin tarintino half off the movie, lee and laine prefered it over the rodriguez half, I think laine would have preffered watching street legal reruns over the rodriguez half. there is no shortage of misogny in the rodrigues half, i would say the same for the terantino half as well, but its a woman centred misogny...sort off. I sometimes worry that good anti racist feminist socialist analyses of film gives to much credit to directors and movies that are just bad. Are they disrupting the pleasure of the gaze? or are they just boring? Is the movie the thing, wherein you'll catch the conscience of the revolution? I don't think it is. I probably should read some stuff on analyzing film though. I don't know jack shit about that stuff. If you do see grindhouse though, stop watching the thanksgiving trailer after about the first minute, that shit is just about as offensive as misogny can get.
I think I am going to try and get to some of the ken loach movies at the dealy for him at the cinemateque though. I really liked the wind that shakes the barley. Simon, whom I saw it with, described it as franz fanon goes to Ireland. I would say that sums it up pretty good. One line is a guy talking about the agreement with the british without independence or socialism as simply changing "the colour of the flag and the accents of the powerful." Pretty close to the algerian cops switched for french cops. I thought it did a good job of troubling how violence in revolutionary movements replicates hegemonic power relationships too.
I have a job interview next monday. I hope I get it. Something 9 to 5 would make me feel more productive I figure. It will also guarantee I can stay in Toronto for a while, which would suit me just fine.
We had our CUPE 3907 GMM and Social on thursday. We only had two people at the GMM, which really sucks, but its the first meeting we didn't have quorom at this year, and that is a drastic improvement over the previous two years. I think we have put the local in a decent position to get into a better space for next year. Though you think about stuff you would have done different a lot more than you think of what you did well thats for damn sure.
I still haven't received my ethics approval yet, so I am a tad concerned about that. I need to get my thesis intro done this week. This is going to be difficult as I lost one of my notebooks that had all my notes for all the Gramsci stuff I read. That really fucking sucks, as I will have to reread all that stuff now. Oh well, I should probably be used to the consequences of my screw ups after 24 years of practice (I figure I laid my game down flat from years 0-3).
Asides from all the work I have to do this week my schedule is pretty damn packed. I have something to do monday night, then dinner with shane and christine tuesday, then do make say think on thurs. night, the books on fri. night, and then a friends housewarming party on sat. night. there is also a party on friday night.
Tonight I am concerned that the glorious montreal canadiens, my favourite sporting team in the universe, will by some terrible malfeasance, be defeated by the horrid leafs. A defeat would remove the canadiens from the championship tournament. Mon Dieu! Sacre Bleu! Tabernacle, well lets hope not.
My mom is coming to visit in May. I am looking forward to that. My mom and Leslie are about as adorable as adorable gets when they hang out together. They also like to be adorable while going out for delicious dinners, which suits me just fine. I can see that one could argue the practice of fancy eats also replicates hegemonic power relationships. Perhaps the grubs the thing, wherein' I'll catch the conscience of digesting.
I think I am going to try and get to some of the ken loach movies at the dealy for him at the cinemateque though. I really liked the wind that shakes the barley. Simon, whom I saw it with, described it as franz fanon goes to Ireland. I would say that sums it up pretty good. One line is a guy talking about the agreement with the british without independence or socialism as simply changing "the colour of the flag and the accents of the powerful." Pretty close to the algerian cops switched for french cops. I thought it did a good job of troubling how violence in revolutionary movements replicates hegemonic power relationships too.
I have a job interview next monday. I hope I get it. Something 9 to 5 would make me feel more productive I figure. It will also guarantee I can stay in Toronto for a while, which would suit me just fine.
We had our CUPE 3907 GMM and Social on thursday. We only had two people at the GMM, which really sucks, but its the first meeting we didn't have quorom at this year, and that is a drastic improvement over the previous two years. I think we have put the local in a decent position to get into a better space for next year. Though you think about stuff you would have done different a lot more than you think of what you did well thats for damn sure.
I still haven't received my ethics approval yet, so I am a tad concerned about that. I need to get my thesis intro done this week. This is going to be difficult as I lost one of my notebooks that had all my notes for all the Gramsci stuff I read. That really fucking sucks, as I will have to reread all that stuff now. Oh well, I should probably be used to the consequences of my screw ups after 24 years of practice (I figure I laid my game down flat from years 0-3).
Asides from all the work I have to do this week my schedule is pretty damn packed. I have something to do monday night, then dinner with shane and christine tuesday, then do make say think on thurs. night, the books on fri. night, and then a friends housewarming party on sat. night. there is also a party on friday night.
Tonight I am concerned that the glorious montreal canadiens, my favourite sporting team in the universe, will by some terrible malfeasance, be defeated by the horrid leafs. A defeat would remove the canadiens from the championship tournament. Mon Dieu! Sacre Bleu! Tabernacle, well lets hope not.
My mom is coming to visit in May. I am looking forward to that. My mom and Leslie are about as adorable as adorable gets when they hang out together. They also like to be adorable while going out for delicious dinners, which suits me just fine. I can see that one could argue the practice of fancy eats also replicates hegemonic power relationships. Perhaps the grubs the thing, wherein' I'll catch the conscience of digesting.