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Sure, "Shakespeare wasn't really Shakespeare"

"Going back in time isn't really fun for anyone of color"—there are plenty of times and places where wealth and power were in the hands of people of color:

"the untamed continent"

"a heck of a book"

You'd be disappointed by the real Bodhidharma's rhetoric. It had no legs to stand on.

'I Love Lucius'

"how the Christian movement got started"

I totally know where you're coming from Bourne—I spent my college years in a long term, usually long distance relationship that broke up a month and a half before graduation. I was like FUCK! Where are all the women I had to explain things to now?

"witnessing first hand what Jesus really said and did"

I can kind of understand the live music thing—although I'll bet any live show is as good as the next when not filtered through nostalgia or notoriety and we have the albums to prove it. But movies? We are living in an era when practically any recorded media is available with little more than a google search, so what

Sir, you are an incorrigible blackguard!

Did y'all read the rules? You get to be rich enough not to have to work. I said I'd go live in Edo Period Japan, but not if there was a chance I'd be an eta or a litter jockey. As a gentleman or lady of means in Victorian England, the only shit in the street you'd have to put up with would be elective. You could even

Rules schmules—it's already time travel. Don't bind my impossibilities with further, more specific impossibilities. As for the "you don't automatically get to hang out with your idols" business, remember that the further back you go, the fewer people you have to be better than. So, as a person of liesure in any

The Floating World
I could very easily spend a five year bid in Edo (Tokyo), Japan around the turn of the the 17th to the 18th century, given the provisions outlined. It would be relatively clean and peaceful and I would have access to some of the greatest aesthetic minds in history (IMHO). You have the parallel

"Seems like it's done a piss-poor job of critiquing the media"

It seems to me that we lose either way—If it is a serious and legitimate documentary, we become the worst kind of voyeurs for even wanting to watch it, and if it seems like a put-on, we are willing participants for analyzing it close enough to be sure. The point becomes the discussion itself, and the ruthless and even

You all can have your lily-white 'Facts of Life' crushes—I prefer Tootie/Kim Fields (then and now).

If you can't sustain interest in 'The Thin Red Line' you either aren't paying attention or you're a victim of a diminished attention span. For you, I recommend repeatedly reviewing the sequence where Woody Harrelson's character accidently pulls the wrong end of his grenade ("I blew my butt off!")—that may be more your

"That's it. That's all he's done"

Exactly! And when SHE says it there's a slight exhalation to the pronunciation of the 'a' in "Doualy" (I assume it's a regular voicing in whatever version of Hmong the name comes from) that is slightly too sexy for a piece on, say, Kim Jong-il and the problem of imminent North Korean succession.