01-19-2018, 02:10 AM
Motorcycles: Easy Rider (1969)
The scene where Wyatt tosses his wrist-watch into the Mojave desert sand haunted me for decades: will I ever be able to do the same? It took a while, but when I finally got the the same point in life (just for the record, it was not after I crossed the Mexican border with a motorcycle battery stuffed full of white powder) I tossed into sand not my father's Omega, but my employer's Nokia instead.
Which explains why the religion of which I'm the Prophet and High Priest considers a motorcycle and a cell-phone two divergent devices, that have been given to us, first by the Almighty who loves us, second by the Fallen Angel who is trying to make each and every one of us his unquestioning slave; since every call could conceivably be some directive from the Lucifer herself, those whose souls belong to her keep the infernal device on their person at all times and answer every call. Riding with one is not only a cosmic contradiction, but an ultimate sacrilege, which will, when my religion finally becomes The Church Universal, get the offender burned at the stake with the cell phone nailed to his forehead. (No, the motorcycle is not burned, the High Priest gets to keep it
Other: Odd Man Out (1947)
Carol Reed director, James Mason, the protagonist. 'nuff said...
The scene where Wyatt tosses his wrist-watch into the Mojave desert sand haunted me for decades: will I ever be able to do the same? It took a while, but when I finally got the the same point in life (just for the record, it was not after I crossed the Mexican border with a motorcycle battery stuffed full of white powder) I tossed into sand not my father's Omega, but my employer's Nokia instead.
Which explains why the religion of which I'm the Prophet and High Priest considers a motorcycle and a cell-phone two divergent devices, that have been given to us, first by the Almighty who loves us, second by the Fallen Angel who is trying to make each and every one of us his unquestioning slave; since every call could conceivably be some directive from the Lucifer herself, those whose souls belong to her keep the infernal device on their person at all times and answer every call. Riding with one is not only a cosmic contradiction, but an ultimate sacrilege, which will, when my religion finally becomes The Church Universal, get the offender burned at the stake with the cell phone nailed to his forehead. (No, the motorcycle is not burned, the High Priest gets to keep it
Other: Odd Man Out (1947)
Carol Reed director, James Mason, the protagonist. 'nuff said...