In the event of socks ever becoming obsolete in humans’ lives, I’d like to take this opportunity to outline and question what they do, and how they come to do what they do.


Socks are great things. They are woven, soft and meant solely to keep people comfortable, whether in terms of warmth or in terms of hygiene, by protecting people’s feet from the disgusting environment that is a shoe, or vice versa.

Generally, for adults, socks are marketed as one-size-fits-all; they are one of the very few low-stress, low-self-esteem-affecting garments which people wear on a daily basis. Some socks are made of thick, plush material, and others continue to be worn even when threadbare. Sometimes, people wear multiple pairs of socks at once. Socks can allow people to slide across their floors, either causing satisfied-joy or panic/surprise at losing one’s footing while walking.

Socks are usually hidden from view, but sometimes are not; they can be a form of expression, or plain and boring. Who gets to create the designs on socks? How many people have become involved in a single sock design? How much brainstorming is involved? Has the design of a mass-produced sock ever been highly-conceptual? Imagine: ‘the sock that inspired a revolution.’


Socks come in pairs but are often mismatched, and sometimes purposely. The concept of keeping a pair of matching socks together – and not losing one – has evaded people since the inception of the sock. Has this ever given someone nightmares, this idea of losing a sock and never being able to reunite it with its twin? Has anyone ever had a dream about a sock(s)? What would dreaming about socks mean for a person’s psychological state and/or stability?


Socks are humbling, comforting things and deserve more appreciation.


*First, a warning: This is a long list. It is by no means exhaustive, as the minute I post this I will probably be kicking myself for forgetting to include a song(s) and/or movie(s) I love. It is – of course – only my opinion.

I would say that at least half of the music I listen to on a regular basis I originally heard in movies. As with most of the lists I may compose on this blog in the future, this list will not be ordered by some arbitrary rating system of “goodness,” – which would involve making too many difficult comparisons – but chronologically. The following list includes both long-held favourites, as well as newer ones.


‘Maria’ – The Cast of the Sound of Music (the nuns)

‘I Have Confidence’ – Julie Andrews

 GREASE (1978)

‘Grease’ – Frankie Valli

‘Greased Lightnin’’ – John Travolta


‘I’m Alright’ – Kenny Loggins

‘Any Way You Want It’ – Journey


This Journey song never fails to make me laugh out loud. Even when I hear it on its own – in isolation of the glorious Rodney Dangerfield dancing – I still can’t help finding it hilarious.


‘Footloose’ – Kenny Loggins

‘Never’ – Moving Pictures


‘If You Were Here’ – The Thompson Twins


‘Don’t You (Forget About Me)’ – Simple Minds


‘Power of Love’ – Huey Lewis & the News

‘Johnny B. Goode’ – Chuck Berry


‘Twist and Shout’ – The Beatles

Pretty in Pink (1986)

‘Try a Little Tenderness’ – Otis Redding


To say the energy is contagious would be a ridiculous understatement.


‘She’s Like the Wind’ – Patrick Swayze

‘The Time of My Life’ – Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes


‘Smokey Joe’s Café’ – The Robins



‘That Thing You Do!’ – The Wonders


‘You Sexy Thing’ – Hot Chocolate

‘Land of a Thousand Dances’ – Wilson Pickett


‘Ain’t No Sunshine’ – Bill Withers

 I never fail to be fascinated by this 2-minute, all-four-seasons scene.


‘Tiny Dancer’ – Elton John


‘We Will Rock You’ – Queen

‘The Boys Are Back in Town’ – Thin Lizzy

‘Golden Years’ – David Bowie



‘A Little Less Conversation’ – Elvis Presley


‘Bye Bye Baby’ – Bay City Rollers


‘Substitute’ – The Who

‘Roadrunner’ – Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers

‘My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down (Bonzo Goes To Bitburg)’ – Ramones

‘Edge of Seventeen’ – Stevie Nicks


‘Hong Kong Garden’ – Siouxsie and the Banshees

‘Ceremony’ – New Order


Apart from being beautiful to look at, the film’s pairing of the turbulent setting of the French Revolution with punk/alternative music works so well.

ONCE (2006)

‘Say It to Me Now’ – Glen Hansard

‘Falling Slowly’ –Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova


‘Smoke Without Fire’ – Duffy


‘All Day and All Of The Night’ – The Kinks

‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’ – The Rolling Stones

‘Elenore’ – The Turtles


The movie with – pretty much – the best soundtrack EVER! All two discs of it.


‘Si Tu Vois Ma Mère’ – Sidney Bechet

 ABOUT TIME (2013)

‘Friday I’m in Love’ – The Cure

‘Golborne Road’ – Nick Laird-Clowes

Having the job of “Music Supervisor” for a movie would – on the one hand – be an amazing thing, but I feel like it would be so difficult to find “the perfect song” for a montage/scene.

What are your favourite movie soundtracks/songs?

AN INTERVIEW WITH MYSELF: ‘Inside the Actors Studio’ Pivot Questionnaire

The Inside the Actors Studio interviews are the best; James Lipton somehow finds the most obscure things in actors’/directors’/writers’ lives to question them about, and covers the majority of TV/film/stage work they have done. However, my favourite part of Lipton’s interviews is when he asks the artists a certain set of 10 questions. The questions are asked simply, but can be quite complicated to answer as they somehow reveal a lot about a person’s character.  Below are my answers to the questions posed by Lipton to famous artists even though I am neither famous nor an artist:

  1. What is your favourite word?
  2. What is your least favourite word?
    Rural. As exemplified by the “Rural Juror” storyline on 30 Rock, it is a word that is extremely difficult to pronounce clearly.

  3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
    Having a good sense of humour and being open.
  4. What turns you off?
    Ignorance. Using the explanation that something was “before your time” is not an acceptable explanation for being ignorant of it.
  5. What is your favourite curse word?
    F*ck. Especially when used as a noun, or in “motherf*cker”.

  6. What sound or noise do you love?
    Rain falling/popcorn machines in operation.
  7. What sound or noise do you hate?
    Total, buzzing silence.
  8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
    Although I do not currently have a profession, being the Music Supervisor (the person who creates the soundtrack) for a movie would be amazing.
  9. What profession would you not like to do?
    House painter: I can’t take the smell.
  10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
    Get ready to laugh.

What would your 10 answers be?


British actor, director, screenwriter and now published author, Richard Ayoade is one of my favourite entertainers. I am a big fan of his extremely dry, quick comic style. I also like the fact that he would only describe himself using the words I’ve listed above if they were placed into quotation marks. Some might call that modesty, he would not; in many interviews, it seems as if his biggest irritation in life is himself. I first saw him on the British sitcom The IT Crowd (2006), one of my all-time favourite TV shows.


His first book, Ayoade on Ayoade: A Cinematic Odyssey, is a thoughtful, hilarious, bizarre, in-depth, awkward, dramatic and sometimes-romantic interview between a man and himself; Ayoade interviews Ayoade.


Below are a few quotations from his book that I particularly enjoyed:

AYOADE: So you could say you were a natural born filmmaker?

AYOADE: Well, the doctor used tongs, so there was some intervention. And my mum was pretty dosed up. I certainly felt unnaturally sluggish for the first few days. I vowed never to do drugs in later life, unless I needed them as an emotional crutch.

AYOADE: Tell us about your childhood. Did it have a formative influence on you as an adult?

AYOADE: Like a lot of people, I was a child before I became an adult – it definitely informed me. I’ve always felt that growth is very important and, as a child, I had the wonderful opportunity to grow vertically as well as horizontally. Now I’m no longer able to grow vertically, my horizontal and lateral growth has increased greatly.

AYOADE: Do you see yourself as a political filmmaker?

AYOADE: Everything I do is political. When I eat, it’s political; when I sleep, it’s political; when I make love, I do so in a politically engaged way.

AYOADE: I read somewhere that you regard your Jewish identity as being important to you …

AYOADE: It’s very important. It’s foundational.

AYOADE: And yet you’re not Jewish.


AYOADE: And you don’t find that problematic?

AYOADE: Not at all. I don’t think whether I’m Jewish or not is really relevant to my Jewish identity.

AYOADE: Would you call yourself a practising Jew?

AYOADE: I use to play guitar but I don’t really have time for it anymore.

AYOADE: I feel it’s better not to worry about what’s true and what’s false. Everything’s fiction.  And fiction is neither true nor false. It is merely good or bad.

AYOADE: What about non-fiction?

AYOADE: I guess that’s the one exception.

Dreamt I was in an alternate reality in which Sliding Doors had never been made.



  • You are comfortable enough with the person(s) to let them see you in broad daylight.
  • You like said person(s) enough to agree to see them in the middle of your day; seeing them is considered a “break.”
  • You do not like said person(s) enough to set aside a great deal of time to spend with them; it is not considered rude to keep your lunch date short, as it is expected that each of you has places to go and people to see.

VERDICT: good overall, but may require some analysis


  • You have not reached the level of comfort with the person(s) to allow them to see you in lighting that is anything other than dim.
  • You find said person(s) interesting enough to set aside a reasonably-long amount of time to spend with them; there are not many hours left in the day, and so it is likely that they will be the last person(s) with whom you interact.
  • You like said person(s) enough to agree to the idea that they will likely be the last people you interact with in your day

VERDICT: may require some analysis, but good overall


I should probably define what I mean by dreams here. I am referring to the dreams I remember having after waking up from sleep – my “sleep-dreams” as I will refer to them – not my dreams/goals/aspirations for the future. The fact that I’m writing about the sleep-dreams is partly because I find them more interesting and bizarre, and partly because the future-goal-dreams are almost-but-not-quite non-existent, unfortunately. I’d like to have tons of specific goals for what I hope my life will be one day, but thinking about the future is something that I will leave for future-me to deal with: NOT TODAY.


It would probably have been a good idea to keep a record of my sleep-dreams a long time ago, because annoyingly, I can only remember a few of such dreams, a very-short list of which is included below:

  • There was the time that I dreamt I was lost in a large department store. However, it was not a nightmare because although I was lost, I was accompanied by the Olsen twins, which younger-me found fun.
  • I once had a dream that the hallway in which my locker in elementary school was located was filling up with liquid (I cannot now identify the kind of liquid). I don’t think anyone was drowning in the liquid, although people were rushing to escape. I still wouldn’t classify this as a nightmare though because people were floating atop the water in inner-tubes, and everyone loves a waterpark (except for present-me, funnily enough, although I did at the time of the dream).
  • Another fascinating dream involved seeing miniature foxes, squirrels and other woodland creatures quickly dashing around the floor of my apartment. This was also not a nightmare, but I also didn’t get the impression that I had enjoyed myself in the dream.

There seems to be a running theme here of sleep-dreams that aren’t quite nightmares. I have had nightmares, but the sleep-dreams I listed above are the most positive/fun/strange ones I can remember.

It is tempting to want to analyze the meanings of these dreams with a handy guide filled with easy-to-read text and pleasing illustrations of fantastical creatures. However, as a psychology student, the knowledge that dream-analysis – like many of Freud’s theories – has not ever been proven to be accurate has removed some of the fun that analyzing these dreams would be. Damn it, SCIENCE has done it again [more on “SCIENCE” later].

What are some weird dreams you’ve had?
Do you remember many of them?
Do you attempt to analyze them and frighten yourself in the process?

Seeking: Unoriginal Originality

As I write this, it is about 2:30 a.m. This means that I have reached a state of deliriousness in which I feel confident enough to create this blog. I think I like myself best between the hours of 12:00 and 2:00 a.m., and/or 5:00 and 7:00 a.m., if I happen to be awake to experience it. During those hours, it feels like a unique accomplishment to be functioning; things are quiet, lights are off and I am more likely to think about my thoughts. I think about things, and I think about thinking. When I come to the conclusion that my thoughts have become quite strange, it makes me happy. I feel especially creative, and less hesitant to keep some kind of record of what I think about. Unfortunately, this feeling doesn’t last throughout the day, and I am quick to edit myself and remove evidence of whatever it was that I recorded. I don’t like this.

Un-originally, on this blog I will write about things that I enjoy or are interesting to me, but in an effort to edit myself less and to encourage weirder and actually-more-original thoughts about things.