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Enough people have asked me what I want for my birthday, that I have decided to post a wishlist on this blog. I know that twenty-six is long past the age of getting significant presents, but I also know that there are some people who will buy me things anyway. So I might as well.

DVDs and music seem to be the fallback for me. It's difficult to get me something I don't like in this arena - but a list might be helpful. I guess.

So I need to replace my copy of The Village, allegedly stolen by druggies. This is a must. I keep forgetting, and then regretting that I don't have it.
I don't have any film adaptations of Dickens novels - and no, I don't want Nicholas Nickleby. I like Our Mutual Friend and David Copperfield best.
I would love some classic Hitchcock films. I'm not interested in any of the ones with Carey Grant. But I like all of the others. Except maybe the Birds.
And I simply love How to Steal a Million with Audrey Hepburn and Peter O'Toole. I don't know why I don't own it already.
Big Fish
Whale Rider
Bandits (I only have the VHS. Difficult to watch without a VHS player.)
oh! Oh!oh!! Dear Frankie. Possibly one of the most gently beautiful films ever. And I don't own it, why?
and A Room with a View. It's just absurd that I don't own that thing. I want to watch it at least once a month:
'Truth! Beauty!'
'He's saying his creed...'

All the Joanna Newsom music I own from her album Milk Eyed Mender was stolen brazenly from music blogs. I would feel better about my eternal destiny if I owned the album outright.
The same goes for Regina Spektor, only I'm not particularly interested in Soviet Kitzch. It's fun and all, but I keep wondering, 'why, Regina, are you singing about socks? what is the point?' and I grow tired of taming my own criticism. but dear sweet beloved Jesus, is Samson not one of the most beautiful songs in the biosphere?
I don't have the newest Coldplay album.
and I'd like some Bach and Puccini and Schubert.

though really, if you're gonna buy me all that music, we might as well just get tickets to something.

On second thought, forget about presents. Take me out to lunch and I'll buy my own music. and Netflix the movies.

or - here's a better thought - donate a dollar to the send-Molly-to-Israel-this-summer fund. I've got a hankering to go, and a pretty good reason, too.

Comments

  1. Wonder Jens07 April, 2009 11:46

    right molly, how are we supposed to fight over who gets to get what if you can read the argument?

    Not fair.

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  2. Unknown07 April, 2009 16:52

    you figured it out, huh? how 'bout i promise not to read the comments. maybe.

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  3. Wonder Jens09 April, 2009 18:30

    don't believe you
    I'm just taking a shot in the dark and keeping the receipt

    ReplyDelete
  4. Jenna Tourje23 April, 2009 13:17

    Sampson is perhaps one of the best songs. I hope you have it now!

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  5. Unknown24 April, 2009 08:17

    I do! Well... I had it before.... just not legitimately.... It was wonderful to see you yesterday!! Remember, you're welcome to crash at my house any time.

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