Dr. Ian Malcolm

This is the second post in the series looking back Steven Spielberg's 1993 epic: "Jurassic Park". Here's my previous one.

Dr. Ian Malcolm kicks ass. He's the "funny" guy in the group of people participating in the simulated run through of the park's tour. He's a Mathematician, and more importantly; a CHAOTICIAN. He's there to assess the park's probability of failure.. and then he gets to participate in that failure. Malcolm is played by Jeff Motherfucking Goldblum, and is my favourite character in the movie. Here we go with his best lines:

5. [Dr. Grant asks Malcolm if he is married] "Occasionally... I'm always on the lookout for the future ex-Mrs. Malcolm."

4. Life... finds a way.

3. "I'll tell you the problem with the scientific power that you're using here: it didn't require any discipline to attain it. You read what others had done and you took the next step. You didn't earn the knowledge for yourselves, so you don't take any responsibility... for it. You stood on the shoulders of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you could and before you even knew what you had you patented it and packaged it and slapped it on a plastic lunchbox, and now ...you're selling it."

2. "God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs..."


1. "He did it. The crazy son of a bitch, he did it..."

Let me tell you about this guy

Let me tell you about this guy.

It's a guy I see almost every day, almost always in the same place -- outside a coffee shop near my work. I can't tell if this guy is deranged, or actually incredibly enlightened about something.

On the outside he looks like an ordinary guy -- mid twenties, early thirties. Dirty, shoulder length hair. He always has a shirt with the top buttons undone, although a couple times he was wearing a suit(!).

The guy just looks intense all the time. Like he has this look on his face like he's seen what Hell or Heaven looks like, or something. He's always looking around at the world. One day I saw him walk into the middle of traffic, stand there for about thirty seconds, and just gaze at the sky.

One day, I saw him standing in the middle of a group of people waiting to cross the road. He looked at the people around him, eyes agape; then, without any indication why, he put his index fingers up to his forehead, like little horns. Why. Would. He. Do. That.

The thing about him is, if he's crazy, he's not a generic, loud crazy man. He doesn't bring attention to himself -- he's always either just sitting down, looking at the world, or walking around aimlessly.

Fascinating guys are interesting. Just what is their "deal"?