Monday, August 28, 2006

Something for a Monday on the Brink of a New "School Year"

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

--e.e. cummings

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

School Starts Tomorrow ...

.... that's the reason behind the silence.

I am suddenly doing more work than I ever could have accomplished over the entire summer if I'd actually thought to do it and paced myself like a sane person. It's pure insanity. I am the ghost that haunts my school at midnight every night for the past week. I can't wait until the weekend when I shall finally exhale and completely collapse. Thank God for a three day week?

Friday, August 18, 2006

Creative Cooking Concept.7 Hot Fudge-Laced Sugar Cones

First off, I've been going on about fruit a lot lately... as if it's all I live for. That would be misleading my readers. Actually I could happily eat hot fudge right from the jar.... just grab me a spoon. And oddly enough I am not an ice cream fanatic... I see it only as a socially acceptable way to ingest sizeable amounts of hot fudge.


Sooooo.... my summer sweet treat involves buying regular sugar cones and then spooning hot fudge into the inside of them so as to coat the sides and possibly leave a little choco-deposit at the tip. Then I toss them in the freezer for a few days and let the hot fudge harden. When I can wait no longer I make a peppermint bon bon ice cream cone and celebrate the wonder that is hot fudge with every bite of my sugar cone. It just seems right.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Wanderlust


Yesterday, around 5 pm I was seized by a fit of restlessness, and so I set out for a walk. It was absolutely perfect weather. I decided to search for the labyrinth that was recently mentioned in the local news. Mostly out of curiousity. I knew it was by the river and near the downtown. Without realizing it, I walked right by it. Before I got to the downtown area, though, I walked for a long stretch on the city side of the flood wall. In the picture there are some pretty flowers but for most of the walk, the wall looms large and gives off a feeling of The Handmaid's Tale... I couldn't get that story out of my mind. (v. grim)

Once I reached the downtown area I crossed to the other side of the wall and walked the bike path that is nearest to the water. It was such a peaceful day and I brought a book to read but I just couldn't quit walking... At one point I passed an older man alone on the bike path who was adjusting his bicycle. He greeted me and I, him... but as I passed I had horrible thoughts that frustrate me tremendously. I thought to myself... "I'm alone.. I didn't tell anyone where I was... those nice girls at Amazing Grains will be the last people to have remembered seeing me alive..." Then I noticed a family within shouting distance across the river and I relaxed. I kept walking and the man never followed. It makes me angry at the world that these thoughts even cross my mind. I miss the life I had on the farm in my rural upbringing that allowed me to go running by moonlight at 11 pm and never once fear anything but a run-in with a skunk. I hate that suddenly my mind floods with suspicion so easily. And more than that I hate that I live in a world that REQUIRES I think this way in order to preserve my safety.

On my walk I think I ended up somewhere I've never been... walking under the point bridge and down a path that TRULY was deserted and far from civilization.... I spotted a fat frog and periodically would have this glimpses of the river. It was both restful and invigorating. Suddenly I was in Lincoln Park and I stopped off to visit Anna and discovered she had houseguests from Nashville. I sipped lemonade and watched as Nina prepared a vegetarian dish with all the yummy veggies they picked up at the farmer's market the day before... Then I set out once again on my trek to find the labyrinth with promises to return in an hour for taste-testing!

On the return trip toward downtown I took a different route and stuck to the street until I could climb up on the dike and walk. I was a few blocks from the downtown and I began to hear this great music. It felt like it was coming from one of the buildings... like there was a dance or a concert but it kept fading and growing louder... teasing me ... sounds wafting on the breeze. I felt like a cartoon dog sniffing the animated smells on the breeze in some Saturday morning show... My ears were perking up as I kept on walking... Soon I realized that the sounds were coming from the downtown and that it was indeed a big band sort of concert. The brass, the piano.... it was delightful and I could have stretched out on the grassy side of the dike and just listened forever but I had plans to keep and so I walked on... Suddenly I looked to my right and discovered the almost imperctible circular path of stones and I realized I'd found my labyrinth.

As if they sensed I needed the quiet the band took a break and I'd even thought perhaps they were finished for the evening... but I quickly forgot that as I stepped onto the footpath and sought the promised serenity of this place. It's funny how something so simple can be so cool. As I left that simple labyrinth the music roared back to life and I wish now I could remember the song. It was familiar and happy and I lingered then and watched them perform through three more songs before I hurried home to fetch wine, a recipe book, and my car to head back to Anna's for a delicious veggie dish. I love days that bring unexpected surprises and when loose plans are so rewarding.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Creative Cooking Concept.6 Peeling Peaches

By now, it should come as no surprise that I am a minimalist when it comes to cooking. It is rare that I make anything that requires much effort and so when it comes to some fruits... like peaches which need peeling, I long for the taste... I love the fruit... but I am just not that ambitious. Today I remembered my grandmother's advice and I tried it out. It worked like a charm.

First I boil water in my tea kettle and then I place the peach in a small bowl and pour the boiling water over the peach and let it sit for a just a few seconds.... Next I run cold water from the faucet over the peach right in the bowl to avoid getting scalded and then when it's cold I pick up the peach and the skin slips right off. If it doesn't, rub the peach between your hands and pick at a lose spot... the peel should pull right off.

Perhaps this seems like more work, but if you think about it... you've just boiled water for tea at the same time! Double the pleasure and no need to get out the paring knife.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Laugh Out Loud Funny

I'm not sure if I'm easily amused today or if these posts really are as funny as they seem.

Mimi Smartypants does it again... I loved the first bit of this post with her comments on her puppet show presentation (go figure) and her daughter's dress-up tendencies.

Loobylu's post on Zaky... the hands of comfort cracked me up. I thought they were creepy too!

And 123 I Love You's recent foray into the realm of offensive poetry just made me giggle... more than it should, I think. (my favorite, is the during sex one)

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Wooden Clogs, Windmills, Tulips, Oh My!


As I ventured to mark number 77 off on my 101 list I discovered another world in the Dutch region of western Iowa. My friends Mike and Ang live just southeast of Sioux Falls in an entirely different world.... It's a small town that should be much like the one I grew up in, but it wasn't. It's hard to put my finger on it, really. I guess things are just different in Iowa.
Ang and I enjoyed coffee and scones at a sweet little coffee shop and then she gave me the tour. This town has a private college and industry and a pretty kickass library. It also has a Pizza Hut with a Dutch design. I had no idea. Apparently, the Van der blah blah section of the phone book is HUGE.... The marching band wears wooden clogs during the tulip festival parade and here's me wearing a pair. Stylish, eh?


It was great fun to check out all the local shops and to relax and hang out with my friend... When Mike came home from work we had supper and then took in a tour of the neighboring town (no less Dutch) where both of them work and then settled in for a movie. It was nice and it made me wish we still lived half a block away from each other.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Old Friends and The Beckoning Road

Last week after my PRACS dismissal, I hit the road. In the past 12 months I've left town three times to visit my dad (birthday, Christmas, father's day), once to go to a doctor's appointment with my mom, and two times to go to Winnipeg. Actually that sounds like a fair amount... but I have never traveled less. Even when I had a part-time job that demanded I work most weekends I still managed to get out of town at least once a month. I blame the price of gas. It has robbed me of my wanderlust. It hurts me to remember when gas was 95 cents a gallon. And I DO remember those days.

This trip was an annual event brought on by my friend Karol's trip to Sioux Falls to visit her parents. As I left town I splurged and washed my car and sipped my Diet Coke as I plugged in my MP3 player and enjoyed some music... First off, I played my Midwestern Mix Vlme. One and I loved it all over again. I hear songs from it in my MP3 shuffle all the time, but it plays so well straight through. I feel like I can really HEAR songs better in the car on the interstate as I drive with no distraction. First of all, "Groove Me" by King Floyd is my current favorite song on the disc. I just love it. So this was a perfect song to hear as I pulled on to the interstate. Next, "Golddigger" by Kayne West is sort of the fun surprise on the disc. And "Rich Girl" by Hall & Oates made me laugh out loud as I recalled a recent conversation with a friend on a related topic. (music speaks to me, I tell you) Of course I love all the songs on this disc, but I have to say it was the less familiar ones that struck me on this day.

"Today" by Joshua Radin
"Barbeque" by The Animal Liberation Orchestra
Here are the lyrics to Barbeque:

The road is long and windy,
Like a good mystery unfolding
It twists and turns
In colorful subplots and sunburns
And fake out endings
And sometimes my patience in the whole process starts bending

As I attempt to unravel the web
By rehearsing and reversing and perversing and traversing
Along the doubt laden extension chord threads
Of my life

And in this life we're free to dream what ever we want to
But that doesn’t' mean that your dreams are gonna come true
Instead as a way of getting us to move
Life dangles your dreams in front of you
And unable to resist the temptation
We continue

And it's clear to me that this life is gonna be
All about the dangling possibilities that keep turning in and turning out
Yes it's clear to me that this life is gonna be all
About the dangling possibilities that keep turning in…
The road is long and windy
Full of twists and turns
But before you can rise from the ashes
You've got to burn baby burn

Welcome to your Barbecue
Where we roast all the dreams that never came true
Welcome to your Barbecue
Pig out and dream anew
Welcome to your, welcome to your, welcome to your barbecue…

Next I listened to my More ABBA Gold CD and was filled with love for this band all over again. Of course by this point I was itching for human companionship and so I had the joy of visiting with my friend Beth Ann and with Julie... I just love that as I am driving there is nowhere else I am supposed to be... nothing else I am supposed to be doing. It's a fantastic feeling.

In Sioux Falls, the troops rallied and we had an evening meal and 9 children (and one more on the way) spilling out of the Jennifer's new house (she and her family, moved in only a week earlier... how's that for accommodating?) I got to draw, read stories, make rice krispie bars, play rockets, discuss dinosaurs, put on kid-shoes, assist in a nosebleed treatment, look at pictures. I got to hear about Belize, Maine, about new jobs, and a move to Texas. I grocery shopped, visited while Jen and Neil packed for their trip to visit his parents, and shared Starbucks with Rebekah while we explored some downtown shops. I enjoyed Kaladi's, a coffee shop bistro on Minnesota Ave. and stocked up on some books for school at Barnes and Noble.

Of course, I didn't stop here. But tales of of Iowa can wait for another post.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

My Contribution to Science has Been Rejected... Thanks for Playing

I was kicked out of the PRACS study.

Before you decide that I'm some crazy bad-ass... it wasn't really my fault. Here's a closer look.

Saturday 2:30 arrive -- have my bags searched
have blood drawn to make sure I'm not pregnant
select a bed in the women's dorm room... all the bottom bunks are taken.

Saturday 6:00 pm -- eat a low cal meal and am forced to drink all the liquids provided... a cup of lukewarm water (I can handle that) and then ...... a carton of MILK... Gulp. No one mentioned there would be milk required. Sure, take my blood 40 times... but don't make me drink milk, for the love of God.

The rest of the evening was "our time" hanging out there until light's out at 11:00 pm. Of course I already felt sick from no caffeine (I had to quit all caffeine, alcohol, grapefruit prodcuts, chocolate on the previous Thursday) and the damn milk. I finally just went to bed.

Sunday 5:45 am -- we were awakened and told we'd need to be ready by 6:30 (since the 66 participants had been divided into two groups and I was in group 2). for a blood pressure reading and to drink a glass of water and to have my blood drawn.... From this point on and for the five hours after the drug is administered we are not allowed to leave the tables in the common room where we sat in order for easy organized blood draws and blood pressure checks. Movies were playing: She's the Man, Failure to Launch, Screwed, The Family Stone, The Thomas Crown Affair, and Varsity Blues. I read my book, watched Alias on my laptop until the battery died (didn't have an extension cord to reach the outlet from my seat). It was freezing in that room. I was huddled under my big blanket and still in my pajamas.

Sunday 7:45 am -- drug was administered in a timed fashion. Had to drink another 8 fl. oz. of water and have my mouth checked to be sure I swallowed the pill. Felt like I was in a mental institution.

Sunday 8:00 am -- blood was drawn.

Sunday 8:15 am -- blood was drawn.

Sunday 8:45 am -- drank a glass of lukewarm water and blood was drawn.

Sunday 9:15 am -- blood was drawn.

Sunday 9:45 am -- struggled to drink the water on my churning empty stomach... begged for food.... could tell I was getting all hypoglycemic.... my blood was drawn and I puked halfway through the blood draw. I still had to finish my water and had my blood redrawn. I felt much better.

Sunday 10:15 am -- blood was drawn.

Sunday 10:45 am -- drank a glass of water and my blood was drawn.

Sunday 11:45 am -- blood was drawn.

Sunday Noon -- Low-cal lunch served. More milk.

Sunday 12:45 pm -- blood was drawn and now I am free to move about the facility. I return to the dorm and sitting cross-legged on the floor lest I give in to temptation and lie down (we must remain "upright" for 12 hours after dosing) I watch Alias episodes from season two. This continues for the afternoon.

Sunday 1:45 pm -- drank a glass of water and my blood was drawn. Take a shower and change clothes.

Sunday 3:45 pm -- blood was drawn.

Sunday 5:45 pm -- blood was drawn.

Sunday 6:00 pm -- Dinner is served. Guess what, more milk.

Sunday 7:45 pm -- drank a glass of water and blood was drawn and am now allowed to lie flat. Ahhhh...

Sunday 10:00 pm -- go to sleep on the top bunk.

Monday 6:30 am -- they woke us up to prepare for blood draw.

Monday 7:45 am -- blood was drawn and I was free to leave.

Monday 7:25 pm -- return to the center to have my vitals taken and blood drawn and was told that the drug company decided not to use my data because they felt my results were unreliable since I may have thrown up some of the drug when I threw up my half cup of water. No need for me to have my blood drawn or to return for any more (two more returns were scheduled) OR to return for the next weekend. I was really disappointed. I had been chanting the dollar amount in my mind in order to make it through this hell... and now I didn't know what would happen.

Tuesday 10:00 am -- received a phone call asking me for an exit physical later in the day and the study leader assured me that she did some checking and I'd get the FULL AMOUNT for the aborted study since I was already accounted for and I did nothing to willingly violate the results. Incredible.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Reading, Watching, Listening..... July in Review

What I Was Reading in July
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig
13 Ways of Looking at a Novel by Jane Smiley
Not the End of the World by Kate Atkinson
The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
Soldier in the Rain by William Goldman

Truth time... I have The Wind in the Willows and Soldier in the Rain in the reading lineup... I am EAGER to read them, really... but all these other books keep getting in the way. And I watched entirely to many movies this month to even it all out. Not the End of the World is promising. It's a collection of short stories and I have read one. I liked it. I am looking forward to finishing it soon. Zen I was reading with a friend but we've both gotten a bit sidetracked and I'm hoping soon we can focus on that one again. 13 Ways I've been reading for MONTHS. It's a thick one and I am afraid I didn't even pick it up in July. Sigh.


Books completed in July
Grass for His Pillow episode 1 by Lian Hearn
The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson
Pippi Longstocking by Astrid Lindgren
Pippi Goes on Board by Astrid Lindgren
Pippi in the South Seas by Astrid Lindren
The Prize Winner of Defiance Ohio by Terry Ryan
Twelve Sharp by Janet Evanovich
Bukowski Come on In! New Poems by Charles Bukowski

I read The Devil in the White City for book club and for more on that check out that post on the RRVWP blog. I loved it and that was a total surprise for me.

The rest of the month was spent reading The Prizewinner of Defiance Ohio. I should learn that I can't read two nonfiction pieces in a row. It was slow as sludge. I kept trying to read but between babysitting or episodes of Alias or movies everything else seemed more appealing. Does that mean I didn't like the book? I don't think so. It just wasn't good timing after all. I am hoping to see the film soon. I am curious how this will be portrayed. The book is about a mother who surpasses the odds everytime by winning jingle contests and saving her family from the poor house since her alcoholic husband struggled to provide for both his ten kids and his habit. The memoir was lovingly told by Terry Ryan, one of her children and I did enjoy some of the stories and this glimpse into a long gone past but I will also admit one thing. I wasn't all that much of a fan of her jingles. I found them silly. There I've said it. But others disagreed and it was her passion so I guess I'm just a bitch.

Next I went through a bit of a Pippi Longstocking craze after reading most of the first book to the kids I was babysitting a week ago. I am not sure I've ever read the other two books. And I felt a bit like I did when I first read Stuart Little and realized all the layers of humor that E.B. White wove into that book that far exceeded the chuckle factor of most children. There were terrific lines particularly in Pippi Longstocking and Pippi in the South Seas. I found those to be the books I prefered. She is outlandish, unconventional, strong, loving, creative, generous, and is a girl with a mind of her own.

Twelve Sharp is the most recent Stephanie Plum and I'll have to wait another year for the 13th book. Sigh. As usual Stephanie has us on our toes and this time it's all about Ranger, as a man posing to be him wreaks havoc in Jersey. More than ever there is a tug of war for Stephanie between the dreamy Joe Morelli (seriously a no-brainer... go for Joe!!!) and the sexy, irresistible Ranger.... but he's just dessert and Joe's the whole shebang. Still I can understand the struggle... should one go for the full meal when the dessert is still so desirable? Fortunately for Stephanie she has a lot more on her plate in this book.

After Pippi Longstocking and Stephanie Plum it only makes sense that I read some Bukowski poetry and shake up my pretty, little sugar coated world. This 2006 book of newly published poems are meant to complement the documentary I watched on him this month or vice versa. Typically when I read one book of poems by one author I rarely love every one and again this is the case... in a way it's like a treasure hunt for me.... looking for the gems that I will extract and keep for life. I've found a few I've liked quite a bit. One made me think of Shelly of Second Impression's rant about "the announcer" ... I guess we've all struggled with that some.


What I Was Watching in July
On TV
Project Runway Season 3
Grey's Anatomy Season 1
The Office reruns

TV Programs Rented
Alias Season 1 & 2
Facts of Life Seasons 1 & 2
The Best of the Electric Company

Project Runway is the highlight of the week... I just love this show. Still too soon to have a favorite. But Angela has got to go. I have already talked about the Facts of Life and I've had my fill there is no need to run out and get the next 6 seasons. The two seasons I watched were the very ones that fulfilled my trip down memory lane. Next I got to watch an episode of The Electric Company and I was amazed by what I saw. All I REALLY remembered of the show was someone yelling "Hey, you guys!" in the opening credits... a giant gorilla and a silent spiderman. I watched the first disc of the set and got a taste of this crazy show. First off, the yelling woman was Rita Moreno who also introduced the episodes on the disc. Next I was amazed to learn that Bill Cosby and Morgan Freeman were regulars on the show. Filled with 70s lingo and groovy special effects this program was meant to reach reluctant readers who'd graduated from Sesame Street and were now a bit older.... 4-7 year olds.

Alias... I can't get enough. I am still watching Season 2 and it's official. This superhero wants to be a spy.

On DVD (owned and rented)

Children's
Nanny McPhee
Madagascar
Chicken Little
Yours, Mine and Ours (2005)
Flipper's New Adventure (1964)
Because of Winn Dixie


One might think that I watched all these because of my babysitting stint earlier this month. That would actually be incorrect. I only watched Flipper's New Adventure and Because of Winn Dixie for that reason. Both were well done. That Flipper is some actor. Nanny McPhee was pretty cute and I actually liked Yours, Mine, and Ours well enough. I thouht it was a lot like Cheaper by the Dozen in some ways. (remake-wise)


New Releases
The Producers (2005)
The Weather Man
Shopgirl
Last Holiday
Everything is Illuminated
Failure to Launch
Tristan and Isolde
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Thumbsucker
Transamerica
Nine Lives
She's The Man

This was a fairly disappointing lot of films. Weather Man gets the stinker award in my book. The Producers (2005) was a total let down after months of anticipation (I really liked the original)... this version is based on the musical version of the show and perhaps realizing that might have made a difference. I just didn't feel that Matthew Broderick did that great of a job and I found all the different songs and scenes unsettling. Everything is Illuminated didn't light up my life. I found that it left out an entire strand of the book (the MOST INTERESTING of the strands) and for the most part the movie fell flat. It could have been better but it would have been longer... Hmmmmm...

I thought Shopgirl was okay... nothing special... not terrible. Certainly not an uplifting film. Thumbsucker was so-so. Keanu Reeves plays this hippie dentist who tries to cure this lost high school boy who still sucks his thumb but it's the realization that he's got ADHD that seems to change things. Once he has something to blame his condition on and he gets on medication he's an entirely new kid until someone on the opposing debate team points out that the drug he takes is just three molecules away from cocaine. I questioned that remark. Aren't a lot of things three molecules away from other things? Actually I am talking out of my butt here, but it seems like that was a shattering thing to say to the kid... so he ditches the drug and the debate team and tries the nex thing. Yeah, I didn't really like this one as much as I thought I might. Nine Lives is just what it sounds like... 9 short stories or glimpses into the lives of 9 women. It was okay. She's the Man was typical Amanda Bynes fluff attempting to do a sort of modern day 12th Night. I watched that one at PRACS. Tristan and Isolde was typical love story in medieval times... no biggie. My little sister said it was better than Romeo and Juliet... I disagree.

Transamerica was pretty good. I laughed and I cried. I was disturbed in a few places but mostly I thought it was a pretty decent film and Felicity Huffman did a great job. A few others that I found to be better than I expected were Last Holiday. I don't necessarily "love" films with Queen Latifah but I seem to find myself watching them anyway. This one had a lot of delicious food in it... as her character dreamed of being a world class chef one day and when she believes she's dying she goes on vacation and sees her idol... a chef aptly played by Gerard Depardieu. This one made my mouth water. Failure to Launch was somewhat corny; it had a How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days feel to it. It was not the movie of the year by any means but it had a great cast and Zooey Deschanel stole the movie for me. She was so darn funny. I really like her. Then surprise, surprise Deschanel shows up again in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and it turns out I really liked this film. It, too, had a great cast which inspired me to want to reread the book.

Documentaries
Mad Hot Ballroom
Bukowski: Born Into This
For dance film lovers Mad Hot Ballroom might be fun to watch. It was a bit like that documentary on spelling bees... Spellbound. It was fun to see how excited some kids can get about ballroom dance and competition and it would be interesting to find out years from now if any of that actually made a life impact on the youngsters featured in the film.

Bukowski: Born into This was a great introduction into the life of Bukowski for me. Sure, I'd seen Barfly but after watching this documentary I got the feeling that there was a LOT more to this man. I've never read any of his novels and only a fraction of his poetry. But I know he was a hard drinking man who "didn't have time for metaphor" and some of his poems were wonderful. This was one time I actually watched all the extras on the DVD and saw home movie footage, interviews with his wife after his death, and extended interview footage with Sean Penn and Bono who were big fans. It was cool to hear Bono read some of Bukowski's poems and talk about them. It's easy to see they really meant something to him and that he had thought about them a lot. Here's a link to some of the poems in the film.

Bond Films
Live and Let Die
The Man with the Golden Gun

I still prefer Sean Connery as Bond but I am determined to believe that Roger Moore is the the man. I will say that of all of the Bond films so far Live and Let Die is my least favorite. I liked Solitaire played by Jane Seymour quite a bit but the setting and the story were just not for me.

Then the recurrence of JW Pepper, the tobacco chewing loudmouth Louisiana cop in The Man With the Golden Gun was not my favorite element of that one. I didn't like this sort of Boss Hog character who was sullying my classy Bond films with the Dukes of Hazzard Good Ol' Boys feel. But I am sure that's just me. I found Bond's secret agent partner in this mission, Goodnight to be totally useless and annoying in the way her big butt hits the activation button on the Solar Plex and how she manages to get caught by the bad guys basically handing them the solar plex in the first place. I thought the bad guy's girl was much more interesting.... Next on the list... The Spy Who Loved Me (see already, Austin Powers is making much more sense!)

Woody Allen Films
Manhattan
Radio Days

I don't always love Woody Allen films. These two were terrific. "Behind his black rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat..." Manhattan was smart and funny and beautiful. I loved Diane Keaton's performance most of all. Her fast talking snobbish dismissiveness was hilarious. The movie is quick-witted and one I MUST see again to fully appreciate.

Radio days reminded me a lot of A Christmas Story... maybe it was the era... the radio... the narrative voice over.... Not sure. It was a funny story about Woody's childhood days, his quirky family and his love of the old radio programs. One of my favorite lines is when his mom tells him he needs an education.... "That's different. Our lives are ruined already; you still have a chance."


Classics
The Man Who Came to Dinner (1941)
The Man Who Came to Dinner (2000)
The Bishop's Wife
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf
The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer
The African Queen

I enjoyed every one of these films immensely. I thought the wife in The Bishop's Wife was terrific. She was so genuine and though I don't often enjoy "ghost or angel" type films Cary Grant was charming.

The polar opposite could be found in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf as Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton lash out at each other in a drunken parlor "game" which brings two other unsuspecting guests down with them. This movie, based on an Edward Albee play strove to keep the language of the original play intact and therefore is the film responsible for bringing about the rating system and it was determined that this 1966 film must be labeled "for adults only." Bitter, caustic, and sad, this film is still one I liked. I thought both actors did a smash up job.

The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer is another Cary Grant film and it also features Myrna Loy as an uptight single woman who works as a judge and who serves as the guardian for her younger sister played by Shirley Temple. It was cute. Cary Grant has always seemed a little wooden... but he's growing on me.

A film I've owned for years but never got around to watching is The African Queen. I thought both Kate Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart do a wonderful job and nearly every scene is memorable and a thrill to watch. I love the chemistry between them and Rosie's (Hepburn) spirit was admirable. I love the gentleman that Charlie (Bogart) turns out to be.

Finally, The Man who Came to Dinner wins the award as the most surprisingly delightful film of the month. I LOVED this movie. The original screen version has Monty Woolley playing Sheridan Whiteside and Bette Davis as his secretary and it was filmed in 1941 based on a popular play written by George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart parodying their friend and others in the vicious circle. The 2000 film is a recording of a stage production which I didn't expect to like but it was great. Between each act, Natasha Richardson and Liam Neeson offered commentary and introduced some of the interviews and documentary extras on the history of the play. Watching the two versions together made for an extraordinary viewing experience. There is simply too much to say about it that it deserves its own post and maybe I need to write that. It was filled with my favorite brand of humor.. quick witted caustic barbs and delightful absurdities. This is a must-see if you like classic film.


Thin Man Films
Shadow of the Thin Man
The Thin Man Goes Home
Song of the Thin Man

This month I rounded out my viewing of the Thin Man movies collection. I love, love, love these films. Based on characters who appear in Daschiell Hammet's book The Thin Man, William Powell and Myrna Loy bring Nick and Nora Charles to life. In The Shadow of the Thin Man, their son Nicky walks and talks and my favorite part of the that film was his interactions with his father... though I liked the resolution of that one which was true to Nick Charles style... gather all the suspects and talk it out... someone will reveal their guilt... the tension was so great at one point Nora says, "Nicky, I can't stand it. Was it me?" In The Thin Man Goes Home, Nick and Nora head to Nick's hometown to visit his parents. Nora strives to make Nick's father see all the reasons he should be proud of his son and when Nick solves a case it seems to do the trick. Notable elements... Nick gives up drinking and Nora is not so thrilled. Finally The Song of the Thin Man involves a bunch of musicians who speak in terrific slang and one almost needs a translator for us and for the Charles family though Nora catches on quickly. The ending wraps up quicker than most on this one and I am almost ready to start again with the first film. These are a delight.

In Theatres
The Lake House
The Devil Wears Prada

I used to see tons of movies in the theatre but rising costs and an abundance of rentals have kept me out of theatres for months. This summer in an effor to "redeem the days" I've stepped out of the hot Dakota air into the air conditioned sanctity of the theatre for a couple matinees. I am not sure either of these films will rank among my favorites. I liked them each well enough. The Lake House featured Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves and was a mental game of trying to sort our the logic of their warped time line... It was a bit like Kate and Leopold only there was only 2 years separating them. Bizarre. The Devil Wears Prada made me very aware that my personal appearance is minimal at best... more likely shockingly bad by comparison with the presentation these women put forth every day. These really were renters.



What I Was Listening to in July

A bit of everything....
Neko Case
Eric Burdon and The Animals
Patti Smith
Red Hot Chili Peppers

.... and a random sampling from my MP3 player shuffles for July

------------------------

July 4

  • Bad, Bad, Whiskey
  • by Amos Milburn

  • She thinks I Still Care
  • by Merle Haggard

  • Come Away With Me
  • by Norah Jones

  • When I'm Sixty-Four
  • by The Beatles

  • Brandy
  • by Looking Glass

  • I think the "When I'm Sixty-Four" was the most special song of the set... because Paul McCartney actually did just turn 64. That makes me smile. Brandy has long been a favorite of mine... it's a happy song and it reminds me of pep band where I played trumpet.. what else?
    -------------------------

    July 20

  • Warchild
  • by The Cranberries
  • Never
  • by Heart
  • I Drink Orange Juice
  • by Erin Sitton
  • Tears of Rage
  • by Joan Baez
  • La Vie En Rose
  • by Louis Armstrong

  • I love all of these... I had just purchased a Heart Greatest Hits album and rediscovered the band... I was amazed at how many of their songs I remembered and loved. Erin Sitton is a singer my sister in Ohio introduced me to. And the "Warchild" lyrics are powerful... to hear Delores sing it in her haunting voice... Gulp.

    Who will save the war child baby?
    Who controls the key?
    The web we weave is thick and sordid,
    Fine by me.

    At times of war we're all the losers,
    There's no victory.
    We shoot to kill and kill your lover,
    Fine by me.

    War child, victim of political pride.
    Plant the seed, territorial greed.
    Mind the war child,
    We should mind the war child.

    I spent last winter in New York,
    And came upon a man.
    He was sleeping on the streets and homeless,
    He said, "I fought in Vietnam."

    Beneath his shirt he wore the mark,
    He bore the mark with pride.
    A two inch deep incision carved,
    Into his side.

    War child, victim of political pride.
    Plant the seed, territorial greed.
    Mind the war child,
    We should mind the war child.

    Who's the loser now? Who's the loser now?
    We're all the losers now. We're all the losers now.

    War child. [X2]

    -------------------------

    July 28

  • Turn on Your Love Light
  • by Bobby "Blue" Bland
  • Why Don't You Get a Job
  • by The Offspring
  • Annie's Song
  • by John Denver
  • I Know it's Over
  • by The Smiths
  • How Deep is Your Love
  • by The Bee Gees

  • "Turn on Your Love Lights" I knew first by the Righteous Brothers on an old LP of my mom's. I truly love every song on that album and I was delighted to discover I hand another recording of this fun song. Long ago some friends and I taught ourselves a hustle dance routine from the foreign film I Like it Like That using "Night Fever" as our song. "How Deep is Your Love" brings back a hilarious memory of my friends Sarah and Michelle doing the slo-mo straight faced version of this. Gosh it cracks me up, even now.

    Wednesday, August 02, 2006

    Toe Trouble

    Sometime in the middle of July I had an incident. This is not so uncommon. According to my mother, this sort of thing happens to me all the time. Apparently I spend a lot of time running around "half-cocked" and am in "too much of a damn hurry." Well, those things are true in this case. I was moving a lazy boy chair while barefoot and I pretty much caught my left toenail nearly ripping it completely off. I think if toenails had "roots" I would say it bent backward forceably separating from my toe and even pulling a corner of it out by the roots. There was blood gushing from every side of my sad little nail that snapped back in place and sort of floated atop my tootsie. Once I stopped screaming I ended up at my neighbor's apartment across the hall begging for some hydrogen peroxide to pour over the wound. Amy kindly minstered to me and I went home to cover it with a bandaid.

    Now, weeks later, the nail had re-adhered to my toe and I was just waiting for it to decide to fall off. Unfortunately I was getting careless. Yesterday on my way out of town I reinjured the toenail by jamming the top of it just slightly and now it's loose and bleeding again. Sigh. Oh and it hurts like a mother. I've been encouraged NOT to display the worst pics of the injury.

    By the way, I'm in Sioux Falls for a few days.... Be back on on the blog sometime this weekend.

    LinkWithin

    Related Posts Widget for Blogs by LinkWithin