Roman Holiday, 1953
This is one of the best scenes. The innocence, need I say more.
Roman Holiday was fourth on the American Film Institute’s 100 Years…100 Passions list.
Freaks and Geeks, Episode 1
"You gotta find your reason for living. You need to find your big, gigantic drum kit."
On this day 51 years ago, Sylvia Plath committed suicide at her home in London, England. She was 30 years old.
"We have come so far, it is over."
- from Plath’s final poem, Edge
R.I.P. Sylvia Plath
(October 27, 1932 - February 11, 1963)
Its strange how binge drinking has become a vital part of social interaction amongst teenagers. Your relationships are determined by whether or not you choose you intoxicate yourself weekly. This substance controls the way we organize our lives and our thoughts. By having the motive to get ridiculously drunk, it suppresses our conscience and our morals that deteriorate each time. It is ironic how ‘going out’ has become a weekly religious ritual like Sunday church service and for most teenagers it is their alternative religion. It is a popular belief that alcohol is required for an exciting night but that is debatable. I don’t see the benefits in binge drinking regularly, except from the possible new friends you can obtain and the rise in your social status (that can be accelerated if you post facebook or instagram photos). At the moment, I am not eager to drink alcohol and damage my brain because I already feel myself losing grasp on my intelligence (as arrogant and pretentious as that sounds). My social life is affected (some may say ‘disadvantaged’) by my decision to not binge drink because people assume I don’t want to go to parties and other social gatherings, or they may think I’m a ‘party-pooper’. I see myself almost like an athlete as they barely touch alcohol to ensure nothing will diminish their fitness and skill. I am an emphatically competitive person and I do not want anything to disadvantage my intellect and writing ability. If I want to be successful then I have to sacrifice superficial things that would give me temporary joy and pleasure. I perceive it as a waste of time, effort and money whereas I could be using my time wisely to improve myself since success is a serious vision of mine.
Although, I may get drunk on the rare occasion.
argh, I feel like my intelligence has declined. Words don’t come to me as easily anymore, which is frustrating when I know I have the ability to structure a sentence with conviction and skill. My broad vocabulary is deteriorating to the extent that I’m forced to use thesaurus.com. With all my efforts, I’m trying to strengthen and counter-act the weakening of my previously extensive vocabulary.
I blame it on the alcohol.
Fight The Power
Now that’s what I call a grand piano 🎹