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Eagle and Wolf

24 Aug

The eagle and the wolf. Friends? Probably not. Bad-ass and full of love for America? Most definitely. Let it be known: The Magic Wonder Blog is back.


‘The Tree of Life’ Involves Dinosaurs

20 Jul

This baby foot is soooo deep!

As we were leaving this movie the other night, about an hour before it official finished, one of us said to the other: “I really wish at least one of the reviews had written something about the dinosaurs.”

In that spirit, instead of a proper review, we are going to give you a collaborative  list of things you should know before you make a decision to spend any amount of money on tickets to Terrence Malick’s newish film: Continue reading

Important links and videos for your weekend

9 Jul

I spent a lot of time away from my computer today but here’s a new secret discovery: in the reality world, people CAN’T STOP TALKING ABOUT THE INTERNET! Here are some things I heard about, from the Internet, today when I was in the non-Internet.

*First of all, did you know that my uncle was one of the original guys at Burning Man? You didn’t, huh? I bet you feel foolish now for ever thinking I came from less than exceptional stock.

*My brother and my grandma got me hip to the commercial for a condition called “Low T” which, yeah, I know I’m in San Francisco and to me sounds like something having to do with female to male transitioning but is apparently just a new way to make already fragile middle aged men hate themselves even more. When is enough enough? Leave the dudes alone testosterone lobby! Let them dance!

*Here’s a video you should watch about Dock Ellis, a no-hitter and drugs. My uncle’s friend told me about this one:

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Dancing Boys For America!

28 Jun

So I was about to go to shut my computer down and go to sleep last night when I came across this gem on Hulu:
Vodpod videos no longer available.

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Apocalypse Watch: Girls are so over

23 Jun

Today I listened to this episode of KQED’s Forum all about how, due to sex-selective abortion, there are 160 million more boys in the developing world now than girls. Uhhh, this is a problem, right?

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The Olden Days (1994)

17 Jun

I don’t know if you will remember this, but things were different in 1994:

Some of us were 14 and only wore purple clothing. Others of us were 13 and had yet to hit any sort of meaningful growth spurt. All of us were still learning about the Internet:

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The Netflix Instant Reviews: Don Juan DeMarco

13 Jun

There are a lot of people I blame for my potentially fatal case of early onset nihilistic romanticism: Lucy Maude Montgomery, Bill Cosby, my mom, Charlotte Brontë, Alex Haley, Anne Frank, Johnny Depp. So when I flipped through Netflix Instant View and saw Don Juan DeMarco, a movie I remember as HIGHLY sigh-inducing for me as an 11-year-old, I figured it would be good to eat a burrito to, get mad at, weep with, whatever. A reasonable way to pass the time, staring at Johnny Depp when he was still into just light pageantry and camp, when you could still see his perfectly-shaped nineties cheek bones and his eyes hadn’t deadened into cold dark dollar signs.

Honestly, I didn’t know if I would love it or hate, and then this happened:

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11 Jun

If this doesn’t make you feel something about something, than you might not have a soul:

ME AT NINE, PERFORMING TO MADONNA IN SUMMER ’91! from Robert Jeffrey on Vimeo.

There is pretty much nothing that makes my heart explode as much as videos of dancing boys between the ages of 8 and 11. Basically, this is the perfect age for a boy. Yeah, that sounds HELLA creepy but hear me out. When they are 8 through 11, boys are smart enough that they can talk in complete sentences and sort of know what’s going on around them and yet they are still totally consumed with passion for things in an innocent way. They are crazy but they haven’t figured out yet that they supposed to stop acting crazy in public and sublimate all their weirdness into a dark inner ball of rage and confusion.

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