Week+12

__**11.17.08 (BUILDING SCARECROWS!)**__ I'm just going out on a limb here and saying that Marlon Brando is my "Big Daddy Yum-Yum" so you can translate that anyway you want to and construe it into some discrediting man-on-man rhapsody but I'm sticking by the expression. A guy can admire the spectacle of another guy from afar without having sketchy intentions because when it boils down to it...its just like talking shop. I'm sure he'd agree with me to some extent...or if not him, someone else so I don't feel so garishly alone in all this. But yes! My names Liam but folks call me "Sancho" and for those of you who may not realize who I am...I'm a pretty big deal. Its due to my skills in falconry. But now I'm-a tell you all about the inter workings of our day. We got through the mother of all epics concerning longshoreman where a D and D Marlon Brando bursts the bubble of the mob in the court of law after they shed the blood of his bro. He lays bare the sober truth behind the murder of Joey Doyle, simultaneously beslimes Johnny Friendly's pop star status, and then to make matters worse for the Costra Nosa, introduces new blood and wins influence over the workers so I guess you could say that's THREE POINTS FOR BRANDO! Following this, we all had a discussion, everybody took up sides, some punches were thrown, and hearts were inevitably broken but all in all, it was a good day. Didn't even have to use my AK, today was a good day. Then Mr. Masson inquired about my glamour shots...

__**11.18.08 (TAKING BACK THE NIGHT!)**__ So the day took a rise with some word association, a Rorschach for 1967 that bedazzled our sound mind with golden means of flower power and Vietnam War Blues and a clear stage for the prime of life and its rebellion. Where there was no room for chickens, man but only union and a change of state. A waltz rolling along on shoe polish into mutual understanding SO YES! We've started watching "the Graduate" and listening to Simon and Garfunkel and you know what? That Garfunkel's a slacker! If he didn't have the voice of an angel, the pretty fellow'd be a muzzled eunuch. But we got a taste of "the Sound of Silence" and then edged our way with Ben Braddock from his seat on the aeroplane to his refraining from the affair with Mrs. Robinson and darling, its gonna be a wild ride! But on another note, I was digging on that adorable fiddle player from the bluegrass band.

__**11.19.08 (BOP IT!)**__ Well...Masson's gone M.I.A. and left us with a woman unto whom I'll just call "Bonita" due to the circumstances I'm under writing this. We all exchanged some pleasantries with her but I didn't get the full monty (and not the British comedy about the all-male striptease act but as in "the whole amount") because we went in on "the Graduate" without hesitation and Nancy kept to herself most of the time though she did chime in with talk of symbolism amid the scuba shtick. Nonetheless, I think we got off on a good foot 'cause first impressions are a virtue and we were essentially angels, halos and all. We came off like saints! But it seems the movie's hittin' us where it hurts in a non-toxic, wholesome way. That scene where Hoffman cups Anne Bancroft's breast with his gawky mannerisms and Annie casually proceeds onward with the removal of her clothing, leaving him to move across the room and bang his head against the wall gets me every time. EVERY TIME! I'm feeling butterflies...

__**11.20.08 (SHE'S GOIN' BALD!)**__ There was something in the air today that was making me feel nostalgic 'cause all these feelings dead and gone reared their ugly heads and I found myself shaking with these ghosts I put to rest a long time ago...a long, long time ago...so now I'm prepared to stand the test of time and go where many men have gone before 'cause I know no bounds! I'm going commando in this state of affairs with a righteous spin on things...so how about that "Graduate". He's a graceless homeboy if I've ever seen one. Made of wood and clumsy sentiments. But there's no business like show business 'cause it just gets better everytime I see it. Maybe that's where the nostalgia came from. The wailing overtones make me heartsick for that certain knockout...and that's what we did today. We watched the further ploys of "the Graduate" simply to stay alive...and I think Bonita's coming on outta her shell.

__**11.21.08 (EVERYBODY'S GOT DEMONS!)**__ Well we finished "the Graduate" so check and mate, babe! But now its time for us to move on up to the next level whatever that may be. Upon finishing "the Graduate", we went to the Computer Lab to whip up some stuff regarding our personal feelings towards the film as a whole, which is just a standard procedure these days. Its become a way of life for the Proud Few if you know what I'm sayin'. But I think the week was ended with a sort of unprecedented satisfaction that could only be employed by the culturally significant Ben Braddock making it with the love of his life's mom.