I don't know why I've been thinking about this lately, but I have. And as we all know, that's good enough for Mojo.

Years ago, I had a fun, cushy job in academia, in the AV department of a fairly prestigious college. My job was to order, schedule and show all the AV materials the profs needed for their classes. Back then the majority were in 16mm format (when dinosaurs ruled the earth), which, unlike any of today's formats, really needs to be babysat so the film wouldn't suddenly decide to skip a sprocket and self-destruct. Hence I have watched many, many documentary and feature films in a variety of disciplines--anthropology, foreign languages, sociology, art, psychology, first aid, you name it--as well as all the classic oldies like Akira Kurosawa, Sembène Ousmane, blah blah blah. I mention this not to be utterly pretentious but just as a reminiscence of a really great, swell, fun time in life, where I got paid to hang out with cool, intelligent people and watch movies. Many of them over and over again.  MORE Mojo! »

For some reason this weekend I remembered something I had not thought about in YEARS, which was the one great time in my adult life when I was seriously, deviously MEAN to someone and the ensuing consequences of my actions. I maintain this person fully and wholly deserved it, and it was not so much my meanness as it was my giving this person lots and lots of rope, all the while snickering to various amused bystanders that said person might just be stupid enough to hang themselves with said rope, never once dreaming that what actually transpired would actually transpire.  MORE Mojo! »

A long time ago, in a former life, I worked at a college. Part of my job was to show various films in various classes, and/or assign work-study students to show films in various classes. Hence your buddy-pal Mojo came to know several documentaries as good friends, since I would see them every semester or every year for, like, thirteen or fourteen years.  MORE Mojo! »