Friday, May 9, 2008


Starting with the "" marks everything including the review is from another web page - I just copied and paste.

After a year of tutoring math, I know just how romantic this poem really is. If I ever get married I think I would want to read this at my wedding. It just goes to show just how romantic math can be. God I love this poem.

In addition to the romatic poem the movie had a lot of good one liners or discussions. In a scene while the two are smoking pot with George W. , W. responds to the accusation that he is a hypocrite for smoking pot while putting people in jail for smoking.

The line more or less is - do you like receiving hand jobs? Well yes - do you like giving hand jobs? - well no - then you are a hypocrite - Ladies think about this the next time your husband asks you to do something you do not like doing.

while in GITMO and the guards are forcing them to perform oral sex (which they never do) the guard says more or less - you are only gay if you are giving the oral sex not if you are receiving it - this movie is not for children - the bottomless party was sort of cool until the host (a man) came out of the pool to prove he was bottomless - well some men just really need to clip - I think the line was - that looks like Bin Ladens beard -

there are actually a lot of lines with interesting discussions about real issues - sad part of the movie was more people were not in the theater - the 15 minutes with Bush were great - I love the line - you only have to love your country not the government -kind of a cool line

okay now to the poem

"just finished watching Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay. The poem in the movie, “The Square Root of Three” is the most awesome, clever poem I’ve ever heard. It was written by David Feinberg, according to this story. I must find it.

Update: iamawesome and deb posted it in the comments! Thanks a lot! Here it is:

I’m sure that I will always be

A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath the vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,

Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds

With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued

Your love for me has been renewed

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