Synth chimes lay atop the opening to the documentary 8-Bit Generation to great effect, reminding audiences of the psychedelic aura that well-nigh shimmered around Commodore 64s and early experimental electronic music, the original consumers of which came to each with an appropriate sense of reverence, viewing said devices as tools of consciousness. 695 more words
Once more, into the brie — or, in this case, the manchego. For the third time, now, for Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon, it’s the feast as improv proving ground, the sumptuous meal as arena of competitive discernment: Who can better parse and parody the particularities of some beloved British film actor? 62 more words
I took a trip to Spain back in May, during Independent Film Festival Boston, which is just a cutesy-poo way of saying that I saw The Trip to Spain… 121 more words
With just under two weeks left until we leave we start so see how our first weeks in South America will be. The first country we will go to is Peru, and since Iquitos and Macchu Picchu is already planned and booked, the rest of our stay in Peru gets decided based on those dates. 244 more words
By Cheryl L. Reed
The button that could have started a nuclear holocaust is grey — not red.
I learned this after climbing into a nuclear rocket command silo, 12 floors below ground, and sitting in the same green chair at the same yellow metal console at which former Soviet officers once presided. 2,184 more words