For me a great song can lift the spirits like nothing else... As I drove home from a meeting today I had to cross all of town and so I actually got to listen to more than a song or two on the FM dial... It began with 50 cent singing "In da Club" and then I switched stations to hear the end of "Boulevard of BrokenDreams" by Green Day and then Aerosmith's "Walk this Way." Another station gave me "Centerfold" by J. Geils Band and then just as I was thinking it was another typical drive home my spirit soared...
On the next station change I heard the end of Jefferson Airplane singing "Someone to Love" and my heart overflowed with love for Grace Slick. I've always liked their music and perhaps it's linked to that 45 record of "White Rabbit" my mom had in her collection. Maybe I learned to love her voice early on... in my formative years. Last summer I saw her perform in her frizzy fro at Woodstock as I watched the documentary for the first time... Then this fall I saw a slightly younger Grace with smooth black hair singing her heart out at the Monterey International Pop Music Festival. I think that all things add up to one big love and with a Pavlovian reaction my heart swells and my spirit soars as I hear her powerfully belting out the words to any one of their songs.
The joy wasn't over either as I pulled up to my apartment I heard America singing "Sister Golden Hair" and I had to sit in my car to hear it all.... at peace with the world. Sigh.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
The Undeniable Urge to Splurge
On my recent trip to Fargo I bought the following irresistable items at Zandbroz, a store I rather enjoy. A Fortune-Telling Birthday Book that offers a "fortune" on each day of the year for the birthday boy or girl.... andthe first few pages of the book provide a handy list of anniversaries, birthstones, and more....... complete with quaint old fashioned pictures.
I also picked up a Pop-ink Love Sick Journal to be used as a consumable purse sized journal since I rarely go anywhere without one.
I also picked up a Pop-ink Love Sick Journal to be used as a consumable purse sized journal since I rarely go anywhere without one.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Something about Sedaris
where we ate
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....)
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.
Friday, April 07, 2006
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.
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.
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