austin_dern (austin_dern) wrote,
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And shoot me back my cutie, my supersonic beauty, send me back my Martian gal

I don't know if I'm going to go see The Astronaut Farmer. On the one hand, ``guy building his own rocket ship'' sounds like it should appeal to me, and I'm a sucker for any attempt to tug at sentimentality. On the other hand, I don't naturally go to movies very often, and from what I gather the movie theaters have been doing their best to make the process of going to movies all the more expensive and aggravating in my Singaporean absence. Likely as not I'll forget all about it until it shows up on cable some day, then plan to watch it, and then forget. I'll go out on a limb and guess that the soundtrack includes pieces that sound vaguely like Gustav Holst, though.

The commercials have got me wondering when's the last time a farmer in a movie actually did any farming. I'm not positive, but it might have been Auntie Em and Uncle I'm Sorry, Dorothy Doesn't Care Enough To Feel Guilty About Running Away From You Much Less Remember You By Name back in The Wizard of Oz. They were just battening down the hatches and recovering from a natural disaster, but at least that's unmistakably a farming-related activity. Otherwise farmers are always going off building rockets and baseball parks and having adulterous affairs with Clint Eastwood and discovering strange meteorites crashed on their property and cracking open the little croquet balls the giant invading spiders come in and who knows what. If that's a fair view of what goes on in agriculture-based territories then it's no wonder most people in the United States eat a diet of Big Macs and Doritos instead. There's not enough actual food being produced to feed a small village.

A little human-interest piece in The New York Times mentioned that once a month at Andy Warhol's gravestone someone leaves a can of Campbell's soup and some spare change. Occasionally there are also silk-screens, Brillo pads, and boxes of crayons. It's a quirky twist on the flowers left at Rudolph Valentino's grave, and I'd think it was really sweet except I can't shake the feeling he probably arranged for it.

Trivia: In May 1956 the United States Air Force decided to build a $41 million guided missile production facility in Sorrento, California, to build the Atlas rocket. Source: Project Mercury: A Chronology, James M Grimwood, NASA SP-4001.

Currently Reading: 1215: The Year of Magna Carta, Danny Danziger, John Gillingham. They can try giving me context but for me the signing of the Magna Carta will always be the way it was depicted in an episode of My Favorite Martian, and I love it that way and don't care if you think that's sad.

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