Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Something about Sedaris

where we ate


what I ate

where we watched

who we saw


As I expected David Sedaris was a delight. I wasn't sure what the show would be like and I was pleased to discover all new material... at least "new to me." I have all his books and consider Me Talk Pretty One Day to be my favorite. Though I absolutely love his story Santaland Diaries about his experience as an elf at Macy's. Some of his stories I liked better than others and there were three that really stood out for me...

"Choke on It" (which told about Sedaris's struggle with understanding French, soon after he moved to France, and began answering everyone with the word “D’accord,” which in French roughly translates to “okay.” The story describes all the situations to which he unknowingly agreed by using the word for "okay" every time he didn't understand. Ultimately we learned about an experience that landed him in his underwear in a hospital waiting room where other fully dressed people sat.)

"With a pal like this, you don't need an enemy" (reprinted below for your reading pleasure)

"Turbulence" (read the story here)

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With a pal like this, you don’t need an enemy.

I’ve always liked the idea of accessories, those little pick-me-ups designed to invigorate what has come to feel drab and predictable. A woman might rejuvenate her outfit with a vintage Hermes scarf or a jaunty rope belt, but the options for men aren’t nearly as interesting. I have no use for cuff links or suspenders, and while I’ll occasionally pick up a new tie, it hardly leaves me feeling “kicky.” Hidden accessories can do the trick, but, again, they’re mainly the province of women. Garter belt and lingerie–yes. Sock garter and micro brief–no.

It was my search for something discreet, masculine, and practical that led me to the Stadium Pal, an external catheter currently being marketed to sports fans, truck drivers, and anyone else who’s tired of searching for a bathroom. At first inspection, the device met all my criteria. Was it masculine? Yes, and proudly so. Knowing that no sensible female would ever voluntarily choose to pee in her pants, the manufacturers went ahead and designed the product exclusively for men. Unlike a regular catheter, which is inserted directly into the penis, the Stadium Pal connects by way of a self-adhesive condom, which is then attached to a flexible plastic tube. Urine flows through the tube and collects in the “Freedom Leg Bag,” conveniently strapped to the user’s calf. The bag can be emptied and reused up to twelve times, making it both disgusting and cost-effective. Was it discreet? According to the brochure, unless you wore it with shorts, no one needed to know anything about it. Was it practical? At the time, yes. I don’t drive or attend football games, but I did have a book tour coming up, and the possibilities were endless. Five glasses of iced tea followed by a long public reading? Thanks, Stadium Pal. The window seat on an overbooked cross-country flight? Don’t mind if I do!

I ordered myself a Stadium Pal and soon realized that, while it might make sense in a hospital, it really wasn’t very practical for day-to-day use. In an open-air sporting arena, a piping-hot thirty-four-ounce bag of urine might go unnoticed, but not so in a stuffy airplane or a small, crowded bookstore. An hour after christening it, I smelled like a nursing home. On top of that, I found that it was hard to pee and do other things at the same time. Reading out loud, discussing my dinner options with the flight attendant, checking into a fine hotel: Each activity required its own separate form of concentration, and while no one knew exactly what I was up to, it was pretty clear that something was going on. I think it was my face that gave me away. That and my oddly swollen calf.

What ultimately did me in was the self-adhesive condom. Putting it on was no problem, but its removal qualified as what, in certain cultures, is known as a bris. Wear it once and you’ll need a solid month in order to fully recover. It will likely be a month in which you’ll weigh the relative freedom of peeing in your pants against the unsightly discomfort of a scab-covered penis, ultimately realizing that, in terms of a convenient accessory, you’re better off with a new watchband.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

You have got to be kidding me!


PANCAKES MADE FROM OLD MIX CAUSE ACUTE ALLERGIC REACTION

DEAR ABBY: I recently made a batch of pancakes for my healthy 14-year-old son, using a mix that was in our pantry. He said that they tasted "funny," but ate them anyway. About 10 minutes later, he began having difficulty breathing and his lips began turning purple. I gave him his allergy pill, had him sit on the sofa and told him to relax. He was wheezing while inhaling and exhaling.

My husband, a volunteer firefighter and EMT, heated up some water, and we had my son lean over the water so the steam could clear his chest and sinuses. Soon, his breathing became more regular and his lips returned to a more normal color.


We checked the date on the box of pancake mix and, to my dismay, found it was very outdated. As a reference librarian at an academic institution, I have the ability to search through many research databases. I did just that, and found an article the next day that mentioned a 19-year-old male DYING after eating pancakes made with outdated mix. Apparently, the mold that forms in old pancake mix can be toxic! (for the rest of the article read here....)

About a week ago I made pancakes from a box of Bisquick and I didn't think anything of it until I was nearly done and saw the date on the top of the box... "Best if used by October 04, 2005."

I guess I am lucky to be alive.

Ups and Downs

Weighing me Down:

Hearts that don't work properly.
Mom had a pacemaker put in on Tuesday.

Other health problems like brain cancer and old age.
I hate change and the life threatening sort seems like the worst kind.

That we haven't had a day off from work in MONTHS.
And now when I have two, I piss them away doing nothing.

That I had a rather sizable chunck of change as a tax return (good news) and I've already spent it simply to "catch up" with my finances (bad news).

Lifting me Up:

I did manage to figure out a way to make the yearbook affordable this year (good news) and now all I have to do is get it done in the next couple weeks (bad news).

It was 70 degrees yesterday. Lovely. (I drove through the car wash ... some of you know how much I enjoy that!)

Celebrating babies... the birth of little Adee in Montana and learning about Maija expecting twins in Idaho....

Waking up to sunshine today and to an e-mail from my best friend.

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I guess the important thing for me is balance.

(Thank goodness for yoga... on my own, I am terribly inflexible and can barely stand upright without losing my footing....)

Saturday, April 08, 2006

God Bless This Girl!


Reprinted here for your reading pleasure is my tribute to Miss Rachel.... a lovely girl whose blog I just discovered. Not only am I excited to read more, but I am simply amazed by all her gorgeous pics of her beautiful children.... Though, her post is from awhile ago, It is good timing since we just celebrated National Library Week. This post could have been written by me... the fourth grade girl who bought library cards from the local library and catalogued all her own books and insisted on bringing portions of her private library to school each day hoping kids would want to check the books out.

Sunday, August 22, 2004
Library Card Collection

Some people collect baseball cards, postage stamps, or coins. I am here to advocate a more obscure collection: library cards. A library card collection doesn't take up much space, and like a library, it is just so friendly. I happen to keep my own library collection in a plain little white envelope inside my cedar chest, where it is protected from moths, chemicals, and peanut butter covered fingers. It all started when I was unable to throw my college library card away. Cracked, worn around the edges, it had been through so many literary adventures with me that I just couldn't get rid of it. And I soon discovered that we'd be moving all over the place for the next few years, so I decided to start a collection of used and well loved library cards. So far I have the following library cards in my collection:

1. Jamestown College Raugust Library
2. Alfred Dickey Public Library
3. Valley City Public Library
4. Valley City State University Library (they had a wonderful curriculum library)
5. Grand Forks Public LIbrary
6. UND Chester Fritz Library
7. Northwood Public School Library
8. Mapleton Elementary School Library
9. Bismarck Public Library
10. North Dakota State Library

And, of course, my current library card. I don't house the current library card in the collection. We keep it in our library book bag, which Sarah and I haul to the library about every other day. The best thing about my current library is that there is no limit on the number of books checked out on your library card! Last Friday I checked out a book on interior design, 5 novels, 12 children's picture books and a CD. We make our next trip to the library tomorrow morning. I'll keep you posted.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Reading, Watching, Listening..... March in Review

What I Was Reading in March

Expletive Deleted a good look at bad language by Ruth Wajnryb
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
1421 The Year China Discovered America by Gavin Menzies

Books completed in March

Letters to a Teacher by Sam Pickering
True Notebooks by Mark Salzman
Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn

Two of the books are about teaching and one might think that I deliberately choose books on that topic because I just can't get enough on that subject! (last month it was Frank McCourt's Teacher Man). However, it had more to do with book club choices and the appearances of both Pickering and Salzman at the Writer's Conference this year. One evening during that week my book group got to MEET with Pickering and dicuss the book. Pickering is the man on whom Dead Poet's Society's fictitious Mr. Keating is based. It was interesting and all but I sort of felt that nothing new came out of the dinner talk or out of the presentation he gave the next night--he seemed to recycle his stories and though that brought them to life it was disappointing to not gain additional insight into the man or his work aside from what I read in the book. For more on Salzman, read here.

Ella Minnow Pea is a reread for me, but I enjoyed it just as much the second time. It's a clever satirical novel comprised of letters that involve progressively lipogrammatic word play (a "lipogram" being writing in which one or more letters are forbidden). Though it was written pre-9-11 it's as if Mark Dunn could see into the future of our nation and predict the sort of governmental rationale that might begin to dictate our future... (the manufacture of terror and mistrust.... seeking out the evil-doers) Perhaps it's because Dunn was familiar with our history and the work of Senator McCarthy or even the tribunal of Salem in the 1600's. Of course, Dunn is not the first or the greatest of the authors who have taken on something of this nature. Yet, Ella Minnow Pea could be considered lighter fare in the weighty world of literature that explores this notion.... the notion of diminishing freedom and the preposterousness with which we all roll over and play dead to a leadership that has lost sight of truth. Publisher's Weekly describes the book in this way:

The story takes place in the present day on the fictional island of Nollop off the coast of South Carolina, where over a century earlier, the great Nevin Nollop invented a 35-letter panagram (a phrase, sentence or verse containing every letter in the alphabet). As the creator of "the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog," Nollop was deified for his achievement. The island's inhabitants live an anachronistic existence, with letter-writing remaining the principal form of communication. Life seems almost utopian in its simplicity until letters of the alphabet start falling from the inscription on the statue erected in Nollop's honor, and the island's governing council decrees that as each letter falls, it must be extirpated from both spoken and written language. Forced to choose from a gradually shrinking pool of words, the novel's protagonists a family of islanders seek ways to communicate without employing the forbidden letters. A band of intrepid islanders forms an underground resistance movement; their goal is to create a shorter panagram than Nollop's original, thereby rescinding the council's draconian diktat. The entire novel consists of their letters to each other, and the messages grow progressively quirkier and more inventive as alternative spellings ("yesters" for "yesterday") and word clusters ("yellow sphere" for "sun") come to dominate the language. Dunn obviously relishes the challenge of telling a story with a contracting alphabet. Though frequently choppy and bizarre, the content of the letters can easily be deciphered, a neat trick that elicits smiles. Wordsmiths of every stripe will appreciate this whimsical fable, in which Dunn brilliantly demonstrates his ability to delight and captivate.


What I Was Watching in March

On TV
Grey's Anatomy
Related

Friends Seasons 7,8,9
The Office

Since most of the programs I'd been faithfully watching ended last month (including Related a few weeks ago) I've been watching much less TV. I still take in Grey's Anatomy on Sundays and sometimes Desperate Housewives before that. I've been watching The Office on Thursdays and I have to say, I can't decide if I like the show or hate it. It is always a little painful to watch because Michael is so awful and awkward. I realize that is the point but still I am undecided. Friends is pure therapy. I own the seasons on DVD and this month has proven to be a little stressful.


On DVD (owned and rented)
Born into Brothels
The Dreamers
2046

La Buche
Grizzly Man
Inside Deep Throat
Dreamer
Good News

After my Oscar's rush to watch films in February I somewhat slacked off in March. I did dabble in documentary and in foreign films some and most of these choices were ones I watched at the requst of others. My favorite among the films is one I ironically was resisting watching... for a year I've picked up Born into Brothels in the videostore only to return it to the shelf because I wasn't "in the mood".... Wow. I loved this film. Set in the red light district in Calcutta, India a group of children with little hope for their future are given an opportunity to learn photography and their photos and their stories were riveting. I highly recommend this film. To learn more about it check the website.

Two other documentaries I watched were also rather intriguing... One was Grizzly Man that told the tale of Timothy Treadwell, a man who spent 14 summers with the grizzly bears on Kodiak, Alaska and in 2003 he was killed by an unfamiliar bear late in the season. The film is comprised of interviews of Treadwells friends and family and of others who were involved in overseeing the wildlife preserve. Those who supported his effort and those who were convinced he was disturbing the way of nature. The majority of the film, however, is footage that Treadwell shot over the years among the grizzlies of the bears and of himself. I had mixed feelings on this film and felt that in some ways it portrayed Treadwell in a way that he might now have appreciated and it seemed somewhat sad that after dedicating his life to this effort, even dying for it, he is remembered more as an unbalanced man who did this crazy thing. Highlight of the film... the little foxes who lived near his campsite and would follow him around and play with him each summer.

Inside Deep Throat is a documentary film that explores the impact this 1973 film had on the porn industry and how the public reacted, the government reacted, and how from this the obscenity law was formed just as I was entering this world. The film was produced for roughly $25,000 and it made $6 million, though the actors and director/writer/producer didn't see any of that money. The documentary follows the actors and those involved in the making and distribution of this film and then later in the prosecution of those involved with it. Through endless interview from today, coupled with those from the actual era, we learn the way this film affected the lives of many. It was the first porn film to be shown in a "regular theatre" and for the first time all kinds of people-- young, old, men and women, married couples-- people from all backgrounds were heading to the theatres to see what he fuss was about. The government's reaction was actually what spurred on sales and drew media attention to what actually was a poorly made, silly film (according to others, --I-- have never seen it). The documentary was well done and informative, though it does receive an NC-17 rating because of some of the clips shown from the Deep Throat film.


The foreign films watched this month were two french films The Dreamers and La Buche and a Chinese film, 2046. Of these three my favorite was 2046 because it was a beautiful film with an all star cast. It was a loose sequel to a film I hadn't seen and I didn't feel that affected my viewing. The framing of the shots in 2046 and the color composition of the scenes were two aspects that gave the overall film a polish that was reminiscent of Amelie. The film is set in the 1960s and the main character, a writer, transports us into a future world through his stories, in which a man is on a train headed for 2046 in search of lost memories. Of course his stories draw from his pain and confusion and longings in his real life as a parade of women come in and out of his life each in their own way. The weakness of the film was that it was sometimes difficult to sort out the characters.

The Dreamers was also set in the 60s but in France during a period of revolution. The main characters are a set of incestuous twins(Isabelle and Theo) and their American friend (Matthew)who lock themselves up in their self-absorbed little world of cinematic appreciation and sexual obsession. They only emerge when they realize how far gone is the state of their nation. I didn't love this one. In fact, I felt as if I was missing much of the meaning because I wasn't as familiar with French history and even with much of the cinematic moments the young characters imitated or referred to. There were some beautiful moments and a favorite scene was an imitation of a moment in a different film (The 1964 Godard film, Band of Outsiders)... when Matthew, Isabella, and Theo run through the Louvre in an effort to beat the record. The actor who played Matthew looked eerily like Leonardo DiCaprio and made me dislike him though I tried not to. This film was a little creepy and if sexual explicit scenes offend, I'd steer clear. La Buche is a modern French tale about a family with secrets who are trying to make itthrough the Christmas holidays. Compared to the Jodie Foster film Home for the Holidays, it is about how families can dislike each other but still find a balance of love and support.

Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story is a horse movie that was what I would call a good "family film." Perhaps this is why my mother wanted to watch it with me. It stars Kurt Russell, Dakota Fanning, Kris Kristofferson, and Elizabeth Shue and is about a trainer (Russell) and his daughter (Fanning) who nurse an injured horse back to health, with an eye on racing her in the Breeders' Cup.

Finally I watched a a musical from the forties called Good News after watching a local high school production of the show. It was entertaining but it hasn't earned a top spot in my heart for best musical. There were slight differences between this version and the stage production I saw but both were decent and the song "Lucky in Love" has a tendency to stick in my head for days after.

What I Was Listening to in March

My Desert Island Blues CD on my new MP3-walkman... I cannot afford the new technology of an ipod, I'm afraid.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Tree Hugging Gone Wild

I ran across this image on a blog today and I followed the trail to the creator of this cute little number. In a Seattle magazine, Erika's tree sweater was featured. I am posting the link to the pattern and I am resisting the urge to make one of my own. I figure I better finish my ribbed scarf first! By then summer will be here and our trees will be warm enough.... Still I love it.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Writer's Conference

Each year for the past thirtish years our local university hosts a writer's conference which has seen authors such as Truman Capote and Allen Ginsberg ...... Tennessee Williams and Tom Wolfe .... Louise Erdrich and Marilynne Robinson ..... this year was Barry Lopez (though I didn't make it to his presentation)... I went to a few of the events but the one I enjoyed most was Mark Salzman, author of Lost in Place: Growing up Absurd in Suburbia, Iron and Silk and a book I recently read, True Notebooks: A Writer's Year at Juvenile Hall. Of course he's written a number of other books and I suspect if they read anything like he speaks I'll enjoy them immensely.

As a teacher, True Notebooks was a book that hit a chord with me. Of course the students in our alternative school look pretty tame when compared to the kids Salzman works with in the Los Angeles juvenile hall where he volunteers as a creative writing teacher twice a week as part of the Inside-Out writing program. The book is a quick read that challenged my thinking on youth, crime and redemption... it moved me to tears again and again.

The theme of the conference was on crossing borders.... and Salzman felt that in his life the border that he'd faced the most was in the gap between who we are and who we hope, or once hoped, to become. His talk then went on to tell in rather humorous fashion (a sort of self-deprecating humor) the ambitions of his life and how it unfolded for him...

How at 13 he longed to become a "kung fu master enlightened zen monk." Salzman tried to learn everything he could to make this dream a reality... of course he had to resort to the World Book Encyclopedia... but that image brought at a smile to my face as I thought about how many times I researched things in our own 1980 set of encyclopedias .... Ahhh... the days before Internet.

Then later when that dream began to dwindle he sought to make his mark on the world by becoming a world renowned cellist... until he heard Yo-Yo Ma perform and he realized he could never compare.... all his efforts were simply a "joyless exercise in eliminating mistakes."

He immediately changed his college major to something much more useful.... "Classical Chinese Literature." He was convinced the reason he never really became enlightened in his youth was because the translations from Chinese to English were poor and something was lost in the process... What he learned after years of college? Existing translations were adequate!

His education led him to accept an job in China teaching English for two years and then upon his return to the US he would discover he had stories to tell and that he could write them... before long a book emerged and upon his first favorable review... he realized "that he ALWAYS wanted to be a writer!"

Of course this is the ridiculously shortened, rather humorless rendering of Salzman's talk... but I think you'd get more of him from his books or by taking an opportunity to hear him speak if you ever have the chance.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Something You Just Don't See Every Day! ..... Yowza!



"Natasha, Peter, Zack and Imogen pose against a garden trellis, bathed in the soft light of a spring afternoon. Man and wife, with one boy and one girl, they are the very embodiment of the wholesome nuclear family...except that they're all naked. Sort of.

In fact, they're clad head to toe in hand-knitted mohair bodysuits, from which sprout gender-appropriate appendages and thick strands of body hair. Naked suits, if you will. Mom stares blankly ahead, her pillowy pink breasts askew, as her little girl reaches over to poke at dad's fuzzy knitted member. Father and brother look on, grinning. Somehow, perhaps because the suits are so goofy and the subjects so clearly delighted, this scenario manages not to be creepy.

In Anna Maltz's new series One Size Fits All, families of various configurations don the same suits and pose for conventional portraits, to riotous effect.....Whether Maltz is challenging traditional definitions of family and gender, exploring societal taboos or simply having a ball dressing up her friends, these images aptly convey both the tension and liberation of slipping into a costume to become someone new."

Anna Maltz: One Size Fits All was on display at Lizabeth Oliveria Gallery, 49 Geary Street, 4th floor, San Francisco, CA in 2004. taken from this review.


Monday, March 20, 2006

In Search of the Trail

Through Looby Lu, I discovered a blog on reading children's lit .... and recognizing that you might not obsessively follow MY preferred blog trails, I decided I just had to reprint this list....

One of the posts was on the ten books kids should read before they finish school... all sorts of people had lists... I'd read some of the books... the lists looked pretty decent... Then I discovered Ben Okiri's list and I liked it a lot... (you can check out the rest here!)

BEN OKRI (10½ Inclinations)
There is a secret trail of books meant to inspire and enlighten you. Find that trail.
Read outside your own nation, colour, class, gender.
Read the books your parents hate.
Read the books your parents love.
Have one or two authors that are important, that speak to you; and make their works your secret passion.
Read widely, for fun, stimulation, escape.
Don’t read what everyone else is reading. Check them out later, cautiously.
Read what you’re not supposed to read.
Read for your own liberation and mental freedom.
Books are like mirrors. Don’t just read the words. Go into the mirror. That is where the real secrets are. Inside. Behind. That’s where the gods dream, where our realities are born.
10½) Read the world. It is the most mysterious book of all.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Dig it?


I seem to recall the idea of "digging a hole to China" as a child. I never tried, but it was mentioned from time to time. Looking at a globe it seemed that might be where we'd actually end up too... It turns out that's not quite right...

Instead of leaving a frozen wasteland for some enchanting new locale, it appears that I would instead be chiseling away at more frozen ground! If I dug a hole straight through the earth from where I now live... I would end up in Antarctica.
Try it out!

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

From the metal-pedal to the microchip....

About a month ago I took a "Get Intimate with Your Sewing Machine" class. It wasn't as sexy as it sounded. Still I learned how to thread the bobbin, thread the machine, load the bobbin, do a hem stitch, change the stitches and the width and length of the stitches, and finally change the "feet" on my machine (in case I want to install a zipper or do a button hole which we also practiced).

This led to the startling realization that the technology that has developed in the area of word processing is much like that of the sewing arena. Back when I was first playing with words, I used a pencil and paper. And my first sewing ventures were with needle and thread.... I did both these tasks "by hand."

Then my mother taught me how to sew using her treadle machine. I think it was a Singer. This could possibly be compared to the sort of typewriters that had the thing that "dinged" and you had to move the thingy (shuttle?) and the paper back to the start. My first typewriter was a blue and white one for kids that had "issues" (or perhaps it was the 10 year old attempting to operate it).

In junior high I took a Home Economics class (back then we called it "junior high" not "middle school" and we had Home Ec not Family and Consumer Sciences. In that class I learned how to sew on an electric sewing machine. My mother decided to get with the program and bought a Sears Kenmore machine. In my typing class (it was typing.... not keyboarding) we learned on electric typewriters that had a "return" key rather than an "enter" key.... (I sometimes confuse kids by calling that key the wrong thing on the computer keyboard).

In college I didn't have a computer... Oh no. I had a Brother Personal Word Processor with built in LCD and it used floppy discs on which I saved everything. It looked a lot like an electric typewriter and could be used that way. For most of college this was how I did my essays. There wasn't a sewing equivalent for me at that level... At the tail end of the college years I got wise to technology and discovered the computer. This new sewing machine that my mother generously bestowed upon me is nothing short of amazing. It IS a computer. I am stunned by the capabilities and how "user friendly" it seems to be so far.

My first project was to sew up a little comforter of sorts using some fabric I bought awhile back. My sewing efforts were fairly minimal but it was good for me to start with something familiar before I attempted something like zippers or elastic or patterns even. For more cool vintage fabric like this.... check out Michael Miller fabrics.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

The 100th Episode

This post is my 100th post! It seems like it should be a monumental thing... not some recap of the Oscars and how I did on my picks.... (14/24.... Woo Hoo!) But that's too much creative pressure. Something under which I might crack.

I have just experienced what might actually be the longest week of my life. I am not sure why.... I have ideas ... what is certain is that this work week lasted at least ten days... This morning we had an inservice on digital photography (very helpful, actually) and so it is fitting that I might post a couple pics... completely unedited... (I swear I did learn a lot, really... I just don't have the software yet!)

What I've neglected to mention is that overnight our lamb-like March turned into a lion... well maybe a "lion-cub." Though it's REALLY snowing right now, it's gentle, warm, wet snow. And then as I was leaving work something possessed me, and I found myself on my knees in the parking lot crafting the first snowman I've built in a decade using candy I found on the floor of my car as the face and buttons! This deserves an Academy Award... okay, maybe I exaggerate.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Oscar Picks


Time to predict the winners for the 2006 Academy Awards. If you are in need of a ballot, you can print this one.

Now I just need to decide, based on my limited viewing and the media buzz just who I think will win these awards. I did find this NPR article which has each of the three songs nominated for best song.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Read, Watch, Listen..... February in Review

What I Was Reading in February

Expletive Deleted a good look at bad language by Ruth Wajnryb
Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
1421 The Year China Discovered America by Gavin Menzies

Books completed in February

Teacher Man by Frank McCourt
Zen and the Art of Knitting by Bernadette Murphy
The Resilient Self by Steven J. Wolin, M.D., and Sybil Wolin, Ph.D

Two of these completed titles were for book groups. Frank McCourt's book was an easy read and it really flowed. Much of that reading was done in the bathtub... (Oh. Was that too much information?) Another book group meets next week and I haven't even STARTED that title... I am enjoying the two I am actually reading more for "pleasure".... Ella Minnow Pea (a reread) and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance... I've recently had new motivation to pick up the book. More on those when I complete.

What I Was Watching in February

On TV
Project Runway
Grey's Anatomy
The Bachelor in Paris
Dancing with the Stars
Related

It is time to bid goodbye to The Bachelor, Dancing with the Stars and soon to Project Runway... as it is season finale time. Sigh. I was shocked by the fact that Stacy K was "kicked out" of the competition before Jerry Rice. I know, I know... I voted for him once. But it was a "pity vote" he really didn't wow me like Drew and Stacey. Frankly, I am glad Drew won. He and Cheryl were my favorites. On The Bachelor.... well, it was so obvious that it had to be Sarah by the end that it was almost a bit anticlimactic. However, I did think his final speech to her as he presented her the ring on a string... was "not so hot." It was ridiculous that he actually did the "but" in there... I guess it proves that there is some "reality" to this stuff and no one is "on" all the time. Project Runway.....has one final week. From the look of things Santino has it in the bag. I usually love Chloe's stuff and this time, not so much. Daniel's line wasn't wowing Tim and that seems to be saying something. I guess next week will tell.

Related is a WB sisters drama that I 've actually taken a liking to... I think a big part of that was Jennifer Esposito who I saw in Crash. Then there is the second sister who reminds me of Kate Winslet in an odd way.... I really don't have a favorite sister, but enjoy the chemistry between all of them. It's almost like the relationship between Sarah Jessica Parker and crew on Sex in the City, only not R rated and they are family. I am not here to recruit.. or defend my crazy viewing habits. I am here mostly to confess....


On DVD (owned and rented)
Libeled Lady
Singing in the Rain
Woman of the Year
Casino Royale (1968)
L'Auberge Espagnole
Just Like Heaven
Crash (2005)
Me and You and Everyone We Know
The Man Who Would be King
Junebug
Cinderella Man
Corpse Bride
Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Were-Rabbit
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
In Her Shoes
North Country
Playing by Heart
Strictly Ballroom

Theatre
Walk the Line

Normally February is my catch-up month for watching all the Oscar nominated films I can get my hands on... This year I watched a few but I am afraid I'll be going into the Oscars with little invested. I usually like to have a few to root for, you know? Well, I did love Walk the Line and as far as biopics go this one captured my heart much more than Ray or De-Lovely. I didn't expect to like it so well. Reese Witherspoon was terrific.

Corpse Bride and Wallace and Gromit were a couple of animated films which were nominated. Both of these come from a tradition of film I really like. I thought Corpse Bride was okay but nothing compared to Nightmare Before Christmas. And Wallace and Gromit was very entertaining. I loved all the little puns, and the nonstop creativity of Nick Parks always amazes me.

Pride and Prejudice is a film that I was very eager AND very reluctant to see. The 1996 BBC A&E miniseries version starring Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle has long been a favorite film of mine and I was not sure what I would think of this one. I needed have worried. This 2005 Pride and Prejudice was a delight. It may not replace my love of the 1996 version but it ranks highly and proves that the story is really the key factor anyway. Yay... Jane Austen. Well done.

I'll admit I only watched Cinderella Man and North Country because they had Oscar nominations. North Country is a lot like Norma Rae (I've heard.. I haven't seen the Sally Field film) but I would compare it to Erin Brockovich, only it wasn't quite as good. Cinderella Man was a decent film but it didn't overwhelm me or say anything particularly profound. I was mostly excited when I later watched Woman of the Year, a Spencer Tracy/Katharine Hepburn film, and a character kept talking about his fight with Braddock. I always feel a little special kick when I pick up on an allusion I missed time and again in the past.

Woman of the Year wasn't the only classic film I watched this month. I also watched Libeled Lady staring another favorite pair... William Powell and Myrna Loy. This wasn't one of the famous Thin Man films but a delight nonetheless. It reminded me a bit of Guys and Dolls, but that may just be me. Singing in the Rain is a film I was convinced I'd seen and seen again... However, I now realize it was one of those films that I'd seen bits and pieces of. The entire movie is smashing. One of my favorites. You just have to love Debbie Reynolds. Casino Royale was part of my Bond journey and I will say it's not quite the same thing. I already blogged briefly on this... I am anxious to see what the new Casino Royale will be like. The Man Who Would Be King seemed a natural choice since I'm on my Michael Caine kick too. I am not sure I loved this film but I did enjoy it. It had grand sets and exciting scenes and good dialogue especially between Sean Connery and Michael Caine. I wasn't familiar with the Rudyard Kipling story but I liked the way they included him in the movie.

Just Like Heaven is another Reese Witherspoon film and in this one she's paired with Mark Ruffalo. I have never been a fan of "ghost stories" or "angel stories" but I guess as far as they go this film was decent. After all, Jon Heder (Napoleon Dynamite) makes an appearance and his role left me with a smile.

Two movies that left me a bit confused as to how I felt about them were the ones that were centered around "family." Junebug was a fairly realistic, somewhat dismal story about a newlywed couple who go to North Carolina to close an art deal and visit the husband's family in the process. What makes the movie anything at all is the performance by Amy Adams as she portrays pregnant Ashley, a neurotic girl who one can't help buy love. The movie raises good questions and provides a basis of discussion but it's not one I'd like to watch again. In Her Shoes, based on a book by Jennifer Weiner, is more of a light hearted film but it's definitely about the relationships between sisters and within dysfunctional families. I can't say I loved this film either, but the parts set in Florida when Cameron Diaz crashes her estranged grandmother's (Shirley McClaine) world are wonderful. Toni Colette plays the other sister who remains in Philadelphia struggling with her own identity. Two mouth watering moments in her life... her shoes (actually her closet which showcased her shoes!) and her boyfriend's knack for describing food. It was downright orgasmic for the food lover in me.

L'Auberge Espagnole is my foreign film of the month! I looked forward to this film because I knew that Audrey Tautou was in it. Unfortunately for me, it was no Amelie. The film was entertaining and for me it was fun to watch because it was set in Barcelona, a city for which I have fond memories... Of course none, to compare to those of the young man in this story as he studies Spanish in order to improve his chances in a career in economics. He learns far more than that in his apartment and essentially finds himself.

Another family movie was Playing By Heart... a film that taught me to love Angelina Jolie. I've seen this film time and again and I'm pretty sure that the first time through I didn't realize they were all related. There were clues... "anger ball" and all those pets... This time around I realized I didn't LOVE it as much as I thought I did... usually a good sign is when you actually want to fast forward parts of it.

I also rewatched a dance movie from my past--Strictly Ballroom. This is an early Baz Luhrman and though it's not THAT great it does still make me smile. I have said before that the film seems to be a cross between Dirty Dancing and that skating movie, The Cutting Edge. It has its moments.

What I Was Listening to in February

Did I say, less movie obsessed? Yeah. I still focused on film and TV this February. Sorry, Bruce. It's breaking my heart too... but each day seems to get used up one at a time and it never seems that bad until an ENTIRE MONTH has gone by and we've just not spent any time together... I do turn the radio on to 90.7 (the local NPR station) but it's not the same... I know... I know.

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