It’s the hottest day of the year. I am packing, which means I am sitting on my bed, which is broken, next to my air conditioner, which is working, and staring at all the stuff I need to pack so I can move into my new apartment tomorrow. I have a playlist on my computer that is simply called “hot,” and it is labeled like that, with no capital letters or anything. It’s too hot to come up with a creative title for a mix like that. It’s too hot for capital letters. Maybe I’ll post it for you later if you come help me move. I’ll buy you a beer and a cupcake. My roommate listed her air conditioner on Craiglist and she received 200 responses. I put on my dresser, my TV stand and my wardrobe on Craigslist and I have received three responses, none of which have come through. Nobody wants to buy in this heat. It’s too much to ask. Why would you want a closet in this weather? That suggests that you would put something like clothing inside, and it’s too hot for clothing. But anyway, if you wanted to buy any of that stuff, I would probably just give it to you. I would probably buy you a beer for that too, just since you took it out of my apartment for me and gave it a home. I have orphan furniture. I am paying men to come inside and carry stuff for me because I am too weak and I can’t carry stuff. Well, maybe I could, but I’d rather not. It’s three floors down and four floors up. It’s only two avenues away, but it’s still so far. Here ends the chapter of Avenue B. Let’s start again on 1st Ave.
This month marks the official SECOND ANNIVERSARY of this fine site, known in its first several months as Filmosophy, until somebody threatened to sue us for copyright violations and/or shut down the site altogether (remember that?), and known ever since as A Bright Wall in a Dark Room. That silly little site that a handful of us (me, Tess, Michelle, Chris Cantoni, Amanda) started up in July 2009 (view our first ever post, an essay by Tess Lynch) has since grown into a fairly respectable place for film/life commentary - we just crossed the 20,000 followers threshold on tumblr last month, and an additional 400-600 visitors (on average) from outside of tumblr view the site daily as well.
And every one of us wants to thank every one of YOU for all the support. Last year for the our first anniversary, we put out an open call to our readers to tell us what movies they wanted us to write about, and it was so much fun for all involved that we thought we would try it this year as well.
So: we’ve decided to create a week at the end of July where YOU tell us what movie YOU want us to write about. The top five most popular selections will each then be assigned to one of our writers (and if you have a specific writer suggestion - i.e. I want Brianna to write about Weekend at Bernies! - feel free to leave that information with your pick as well).
Only films that have not previously been covered on the site will be considered. One vote per person. Leave comments either directly in the comment section or by replying to this post via tumblr. Voting will remain open through the end of this week.
I was at the grocery store late at night recently. I decided that I was in desperate need of cereal and I needed it right that second—as immediate as possible!—so I ducked into Key Foods and wandered around. I found myself looking up and down aisles, carefully selecting my grain of choice (rice, too flimsy; corn, too controversial) and settled on raisin bran. I weaved through the aisles, pondering whether or not it was time to pick up a can of diced tomatoes (no), or a bottle of soda (yes). I was fully sober and aware of my surroundings, which struck me as odd for a midnight grocery store trip. I wandered to the back of the store and saw a bald man gazing upon a cellophane container of meat. A clerk at the store was marching up and down the ailes, restocking shelves.
"This is a good brand of meat!" The bald man remarked to the clerk. "They’ve got steak and vegetables all in here. In the same package. I’ve never seen anything like this before."
The clerk said nothing, only ducked his head down while briefly glancing at me and falling into the aisle of pancake mix.
I glided by and passed the bald man, unsure of what to say, or if I should say anything at all. I leaned into the shelf of cooled hummus and eggs and watched him as he gazed down at the package in awe.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness.”—