Crouching Tiger review: magnificent. The

Crouching Tiger review: magnificent. The most beautifully choreographed fight scenes ever shown on film. It’s kung fu-as-artform that rivals ballet in terms of elegance and beauty.

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It’s also destined to be the greatest DVD movie of all time. There’s so much fast action that my eyes watered due to my not closing them enough. Scenes beg for a pause button, and a frame-by-frame toggle to catch it all. It must have taken months of preparation and practice for the actors to do many of the stunts, so I can’t wait to see a ‘making of’ mini-movie. I hope it becomes a two-disc set.

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I’m going to have to see that again. Perhaps several times.

Jazz is an expensive habit.

Jazz is an expensive habit.

I’ve been out of college for a little over three years, working at “real” jobs most of that time, but I don’t have too many long-range things to show for it. I’m 28, but I don’t have a Roth IRA. I don’t have a penny in any mutual funds. I currently do not own any stock. When I retire at 65, I doubt I’ll be a millionaire.

But I have seen Sonny Rollins play for two hours straight, making sounds with a saxophone I’ve never heard anywhere else, I’ve seen Milt Jackson play vibes in front of the Clayton-Hamilton Jazz Orchestra (with Ray Brown on bass) at the Hollywood Bowl just weeks before he died. I’ve heard Joe Williams belt out “Flamingo” days before his passing. I’ve enjoyed Mose Allison’s set on a couple occasions, I’ve been lucky enough to see Jimmy Smith play a small club, and Brother Jack McDuff kick ass in a big venue. I’ve loved hearing Oscar Brown Jr. three or four times, Kenny Burrell on numerous occasions, and Horace Silver, Dee Dee Bridgewater, Dave Pike, and The Phil Norman Tentet in the past.

I have a stack of CDs and mp3s from all these artists and many others including Charles Mingus, Thelonius Monk, Art Blakey, Max Roach, Cliff Brown, Cannonball Adderly, David “Fathead” Newman, Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Chet Baker, Stan Getz, John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James, and Charlie Parker.

Earlier tonight, Kay and I caught Dr. John at Yoshi’s in the east bay and it was an all-around great time.

So, while I may never be a rich man, I know my life is richer having indulged and enjoyed all these artists, and I don’t regret any of the choices for a second.

Oh, and if you haven’t

Oh, and if you haven’t noticed, still no MetaFilter. The ISP says it is working as hard as it can on this, but it’s been out for two days of internet time, which is like a business being closed for two weeks in normal time. I really hope they get everything back online tomorrow.

If you’re looking for ways to cheer me up, there’s always my wishlist. :)

I forgot how utterly useless

I forgot how utterly useless a computer is when it doesn’t have a network connection. Five years ago, people laughed at the slogan “the network is the computer” but it’s true today. Without a connection to other machines, a computer is nothing but a thousand-dollar doorstop. In beige.

Not a good sign. Apparently,

Not a good sign. Apparently, there are backbone problems in the bay area, so our entire office (includes MetaFilter, Blog*Spot, evhead, megnut, onfocus, etc.) is without a connection. I wish I could say it will be back promptly, but it’s been out for over four hours, and I have no idea when things will be fixed.

It seems like a particularly big wave hit our digital sandcastles.