name that tune

I need some help remembering a particular movie and I'm calling on my trusty blog audience for assistance. There is a movie that is older that has a scene with a computer that overloads when it's faced with some kind of illogical information. It totally malfunctions and self-destructs. Any idea?

pay up

If we are going by the "penny for your thoughts" model, you all owe me $40.73, based on my counter as of 6:53pm.

for the love of eliot

Since my first year in college, I've been in love with T.S. Eliot's poetry. It is smart, dark, and mythical. You can't beat that in my book, so to speak. A few excerpts for you to read:

From The Wasteland:

Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.

[I have seen with my own eyes the Sibyl hanging in a jar, and when the boys asked her “What do you want?” She answered, “I want to die.”]
. . .
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?

From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

From The Hollow Men:

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
. . .
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

From Burnt Norton, The Four Quartets:

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

easy rider

I have been riding my bike to work the last couple of weeks. It's been great and I am seeing and experiencing things I would never notice from a car or bus. Among them:

1. A woman smoking a cigarette with a cigarette holder. It must have been a 120 cigarette, too. She was barely inhaling at all. I think she just liked having something to wave about.

2. A man with a shopping cart, out of which he seemed to be living, eyeing a statue of Jesus. He was rearranging his belongings in the cart in what seemed to be an effort to make room for Jesus.

3. Lots of pennies.

4. Odd trash: the sole of a tennis shoe, a pair of Carharts covered in duct tape, various car parts.

5. The driver of a Shell Oil tanker honking and giving me the thumbs-up, apparently in approval of my alternative transportation choice.

music is my life

A friend of mine with the initials of Sandra Burns recently confessed that her shame band of choice was Air Supply. I mean, she really digs Air Supply. You can stop her cold simply by calling up and saying into the phone, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm all out of love, I'm so lost with you." It works every time.

This sent us on the shame-band trajectory and I came to realize two things. First, just about everyone has one. Second, about half of the music I really like fits into this category. I don't know where to start. Neil Diamond, Rick Springfield, Falco, Madonna, Eminem, Van Halen, George Michael, Culture Club, Billy Idol and the list goes on. Mind you, these aren't necessarily my favorite bands, but I can say that I like them enough to own their music on CD.

Pray tell, what about you?