September 30, 2004
Consider this party crashed
What do you do when someone emails you inviting you to take a private jet to DC to watch the American premiere of a documentary on the life of young John Kerry. Well, in my case, I sent an email to work, told them to sit on it, and I'd show up when I felt like it, and took a car out to Laguardia.
I took the trip with people who had worked on the movie and the people who had financed the movie. You could tell the which was which by how nice their suits were. (You could tell the party crashers like me by the fact that we showed up in what we slept in the night before.)
The trip itself was uneventful. After the short plane ride, we got on a bus and were taken within a block of the White House, which I wanted to grab a snapshot of with the disposable camera I had bought at the airport, but alas, I never saw it. I did see the Washington Monument though, which has two red lights at the top that make it look like a giant robot.
The reception: Plenty of free booze and free food which, as you might imagine, I took full advantage of. The waiters looked at me and in an instant, knew I was 'that guy.'
The movie: I could go into the movie in great detail, and I might at a later date, but I'll say this. The movie is fairly reserved, in that it doesn't discuss anything after the early seventies, and Kerry himself is almost (almost) a supporting player. It's primarily a movie about Vietnam, and the veterans who came back to the US trying to stop the war from continuing, Kerry being one of the more visible figures in the movement.
In the archival footage, Kerry is very articulate and firm in his beliefs. The purpose of the movie, of course, is to make you like Kerry, and at the very least, make a comparison between Iraq and Vietnam, although it's careful never to say that explicitly. And frankly, it's effective. Young Kerry is very likeable.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I try to keep my nose out of politics, so I'll avoid making a fool of myself by trying to compare young Kerry to modern day Kerry, I'll let you make the comparison for yourself when the movie comes out.
The movie was followed by a panel discussion of a handful of newsmen. All of whom pretty much agreed with each other. Yawn. If I have to listen to one more political conversation where everyone agrees with everyone else, I don't know what I'm going to do. But that's a whole different story.
September 29, 2004
We - the not royal kind
Two things. First:
Y'all. It's a Southern colloquialism. If you use it up north, and you're not, say, a rapper, people will make fun of you. But really, it's a useful word. It's a plural form for you. Proper English has no such pronoun. French has vous for its second person plural (and it doubles for the formal you, which, in all honesty, seems to me a bit dated). I'm sure other languages have equivalents. There's no reason English shouldn't. Y'all: Use it unabashedly.
And let's talk about 'we' for a second. It has two meanings: 'You and I,' and 'They and I.' Frankly, these two meanings are disparate enough that they should have two different words.
Imagine me in high school, approaching two friends. "We need to talk," says one of them. I pull up a chair. "What do you want to talk about?" The two friends smirk. "I meant we, us, not we you." A different pronoun would have saved me that scarring embarrassment.
I'm just saying.