Monday, March 17, 2008

24 epis 2-14 Day 2: 9:00 PM - 10:00 PM TWoP recap by Gustave:
Electric Blue Kiefer. 24. Previouslys. The "mission" depends on Raggedy Marie now, according to Syed Ali, but Justin Al-Guarini is flying the plane over L.A. with the B-O-M-B in it. did he know he d n have the real bomb? I don't think so. did Marie switch the bomb? what was the plan, for it to go off at the airport? Kiefer katches him before the plane gets off the ground, but a fake B-O-M-B is found inside. The real B-O-M-B is still at large. I repeat, the real B-O-M-B is still at large.
John Cougar Mellencamp has left the building after a particularly jamming concert at the Hynes Auditorium in Boston, Massachusetts. This tour is really for the fans, y'know? Roadies break down the set, put all the sound equipment into those wheeled cases, and load it into a van while interns at the Emerson University television station who are recording the concert for a simulcast pack up as well. Security finds a male stalker backstage who bears a striking resemblance to Justin Guarini, so they remove him. Oh, wait. It's Norton Airfield. The fake B-O-M-B is scanned for clues, and Kiefer tries to question Justin Al-Guarini, who unfortunately doesn't speak any English. Kiefer requests an interpreter. I repeat, Kiefer requests an interpreter.
I like the auditorium Mellancamp has left the bldg bit. why, what is that? sort of a parody of talking as if something is obvious & being wrong ~ but, no, the joke is that the airport set looks like an auditorium, right? ~ but I like the adopting of a persona, getting into it
Over at that secured area at Norton Airfield, Cate is getting bored hanging out and waiting to have unspoken chemistry with Kiefer again.

24 Day 2: 1:00 AM - 2:00 AM:
SeventhCoralSnake loses consciousness. 'Dammit!' shouts Kiefer as he uses some Whatever Technology on the dashboard to find the nearest medical center. I like the consistent "Whatever technology" [ eg -He starts to call CTU to get him Whatever Technology location information about the snipers. He checks his Whatever PDA to confirm that he's received the satellite photos. ]
..pulls up to this clinic that looks like one of those managed health care facilities like "Health First" where you pay ten bucks to get a doctor to give you antibiotics if you have a cold. It's like the real-life equivalent of your college infirmary. Like, they can't remove your appendix or anything, but you can lie down on one of their cots if you have menstrual cramps. My stepfather, who used to work in one, calls them "Doc In A Box."
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"The imperatives directed at the poet require him not to make the dark cold surroundings disappear, or to transform them magically, but to face them and act in spite of them. "Still" means "nevertheless" as well as "always." The poet persuades with full awareness of his context. In the act of persuading and singing in spite of circumstances, the poet creates his own world. Like the river's valley in the second part, the poetic landscape here comes into being gradually as the poet invents it. But the surrounding world cannot be wished away, or even distanced. Balancing creative energy against binding circumstances, Auden insists on the abiding reality of "unsuccess" and "distress." The reality of the good, saved world is assured, but it must endure in the midst of the desert and frozen seas which the poet can never change."

Lucy McDiarmid

Why do you think though that "art" is responsible? Something strange in the need to "free" art so that its redemptiveness can be actualized. . . .

But I agree the cost of what is in your heart in these days will dear is still necessary. In spite of . . .

"Strangely huddled at the base of the wall, his knees drawn up, and lying on his side, his head touching the cold stones, I saw the wasted Bartleby. But nothing stirred. I paused; then went close up to him; stooped over, and saw that his dim eyes were open; otherwise he seemed profoundly sleeping. Something prompted me to touch him. I felt his hand, when a tingling shiver ran up my arm and down my spine to my feet.
The round face of the grub-man peered upon me now. “His dinner is ready. Won’t he dine to-day, either? Or does he live without dining?”
“Lives without dining,” said I, and closed the eyes.
“Eh!—He’s asleep, aint he?”
“With kings and counsellors,” murmured I."

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