Word: drunkenness
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...think the "art" of Jobs goes so much deeper. Years ago, Charles Bukowski, my favorite drunken, dead poet, wrote: "To do a dangerous thing with style, is what I call art." Buk was talking about bullfighting, boxing, making love and, er, eating sardines. Had he been around long enough to see the iPhone 3G, he'd probably concede that what Jobs did yesterday is high...
...with Enter the Dragon. A boy who watched those movies would be nearing middle age now, but he'd recognize KFP's plot - of a laggard who undergoes rigorous training to become a great fighter - from many films, including the one that made Jackie Chan a star, the 1978 Drunken Master. A kid would also remember that, for all the explosions of melodrama and comedy in these dynamic, dime-a-dozen epics, they were essentially training films in the Shaolin regimen of self-defense...
...often made it into the movies' titles. One of teenage Jackie's first lead roles was in Little Tiger of Canton, aka Snake Fist Fighter. In 1978, his breakthrough year, he made Snake and Crane Arts of Shaolin and Snake in Eagle's Shadow, and topped them off with Drunken Master, aka Drunken Monkey in the Tiger's Eye, aka Eagle Claw, Snake Fist, Cat's Paw, Part 2. (Hong Kong movies often had a different title for every East Asian country it played in.) As for the Furious Five, they are direct descendants of director Chang Cheh's Five...
...earned a cult prominence and then a social significance that guaranteed it more than a sitcom’s respect. Colonel Blake’s sad departure, Trapper’s hasty exit, and Radar’s return to Otumwa, Iowa prompted mourning and drunken reflection from avid viewers nationwide. M*A*S*H’s final episode, not surprisingly, became a national phenomenon, and we join the rest of the nation and the host of last-episode partiers in saying farewell. Farewell to the helicopters, clarion call of the wounded, which open each show. Farewell...
...poem has ever deserved its title more. Howl is Ginsberg’s declaration of unfaith in Technological America, rendered by despair, erotic imagery, and dirty words. It is a cry of rage against Rockland and “the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality.” And, in a smaller way, it is a contorted and metaphorical promise of redemption from the supercharged electric chair of the raw-dealt genius. The means of penance is the essence of North Beach’s new philosophy...