jews and africans.

ooo racy! a racist post! ...not quite.

tonight i had one of those magical moments in which you're flicking through channels, come across a movie, and get completely, utterly, and transcendentally sucked in. it was called 'gentleman's agreement.' as much as it sounds like a porn about two southern gentlemen swapping wives, it's a really amazing film. it's about a journalist in the 1940's who pretends he's a jew to write a series about antisemitism. i laughed, i fell in love with the always amazing gregory peck, and i bawled my eyes out. there are some truly cheesy and unbelievable scenes, but the gist of the story is remarkable, and many of the people involved in the film were later blacklisted, even before mccarthy took the reins. (it has a rather tragic story all around, actually. a book in the making.) if you ever get a chance, watch it. and feel proud of your country, and look at how damn attractive gregory peck can be.

it should be noted that while i was watching this film, i was drinking african wine. which may have something to do with my affection for it. this wine, though... first of all, being an ignorant ass, i had no idea that they made wine in south africa. second... i think they make schizophrenic wine. when you open the bottle, your nose is assaulted with smoke and vanilla and banana. i mean... i'm used to cheap californian and australian wines by now, so... wtf mate? and you can feel each sip in your toes, it's that strong. the first glass is rough, but man that second one is AMAZING. but... over-ripe banana? in wine? really?

haven't decided if it's worth buying again. i can't decide, because the damn wine can't decide what kind of wine it wants to be. sweet? no. bitter? no. mellow? fuck no. it's dancing all over the place. and i give up. wine shouldn't be this much work. wine should work for YOU, making YOU feel happy, following you around like a big red balloon to bring a smile. this wine... well it might as well be french. it says, 'fuck you, you stupid american, you're too bland to experience my full soulfull nature of the savannah! you have never seen a lion in the wild, or even a fucking balboa tree! you aren't from the earth, you're made of plastic, you've never eaten stomach of gazelle, you swine, you cannot understand!'

maybe not. what the hell happened to that nice bland yellow tail shiraz blend i had? it was awfully nonthreatening and very generous with the buzz... maybe i should stick to that. and then continue to eat all-white food. that's what we do here in minnesota, right? it fits into my preconceived notions of white supremacy and american entitlement... (excuse me while i sip my aquafina. that's spanish, right?)

hmm. i must have some pent-up rage somewhere. better post this on TWO! blogs instead of one, maybe it'll be like venting to two people.