"I passionately hate the idea of being with it, I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time."
I am feeling virtuous because my email box is completely empty. It's almost never completely empty; there's always one hanging around that I'm meaning to respond to, or print out or something. I once read that an inability to clean out your email is a sign that you're afraid you won't get things in life. And having clutter is the same thing--you think if you give these things up, you'll never be able to have them again. I don't know. It doesn't really make that much sense to me any more.
"Life doesn't imitate art. It imitates bad television."
Yesterday I mentioned to someone where I went to school and she actually knew of it and was impressed. It struck me that I very rarely get that response and I'd missed it. It's nice to have someone know where you're coming from; it's like an expressway to understanding. I guess it all boils down to this: I felt appreciated. Very nice indeed.
"'We talked about books,' says a character in Charles Baxter's wonderful Feast of Love, 'how boring they were to read, but how you loved them anyway.' Anyone who hasn't felt like that isn't owning up."
--Nick Hornby, The Polysyllabic Spree
So the American's won silver in ice dance. I watched it at 3 a.m. this morning because I couldn't sleep. I've decided that ice dance could a few things to salvage its reputation. Because, let's face it, those costumes are distracting, to say the least, and UGLY, to say the obvious.
Therefore, the number one thing ice dancing can do to gain respect is hire a fashion police force. Let those Europeans know that the fashion world did evolve after 1973: Disco is dead.
The second thing that can help ice dancing is to rename some of the moves. Twizzle. Sounds stupid. It's hard, I know, so make it sound serious. I don't know, call it a knife turn or a double-bladed knife turn. "Twizzle" makes it sound easy and kindergartenish.
The last thing is a bit more subjective, but the pairs need to choose better themes. I like the ones that tell a story. Like the Russians and the Carmen routine. I thought the Les Mis one was a little too theatrical, but heading in the right direction. I loved Belbin and Agosto's, so my other theme pick is to take a regional/folk dance and explore that. I don't like the dances that are supposed to have a story but the story is so convulted and abstract that you need the skaters to tell you the story in words. "It's about the wind running away from the stars and then they realize that the stars are dying."
"Last month, I may have inadvertently given the impression that No Name by Wilkie Collins was a lost Victorian classic (the misunderstanding may have arisen because of my loose use of the phrase 'lost Victorian classic'), and that everyone should rush out and buy it. I had read over two hundred pages when I gave you my considered verdict; in fact, the last four hundred and eighteen pages nearly killed me, and I wish I were speaking figuratively. We fought, Wilkie Collins and I. We fought bitterly and with all our might, to a standstill, over a period of about three weeks, on trains and airplanes and by hotel swimming pools. Sometimes--usually late at night, in bed--he could put me out cold with a single paragraph; every time I got through twenty or thirty pages, it felt to me as though I'd socked him good, but it took a lot out of me, and I had to retire to my corner to wipe the blook and sweat off my reading glasses."
--Nick Hornby, The Polysyllabic Spree
I found this book by chance and I love it! Nick Hornby is brilliant and funny and a wonderful writer. I keep laughing out loud; how many books of literary criticicm can you say that about? I've liked the novels of his that I've read and I came to them both because I'd watched the movies made from them. I guess I'll have to pick up the rest.
"There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every house party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen."
--Raymond Chandler, Red Wind
This month I keep freaking out about the date. I keep thinking next Monday or Tuesday is the end of the month, losing a whole week and generally causing my stomach to tighten every time I think it. Then I realize, there's a whole other week and I sink back, but the adrenaline's pumping and I'm all jumpy.
Project Runway, watched at 4:30 a.m., was good, expected outcome. I'm happy with the three top ones. I'm anxious to see the collections, which won't be aired for three weeks. (Speaking of three weeks, I got a response to my posting of yesterday from someone claiming to be from UPN and explaining the whole purpose of the way they're airing the episodes. Weird. But nice.)
"Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen to a man."
I am so sad that Veronica Mars is going on another break, but I do understand the reasons behind it. What I don't understand is why the ratings have been so low. I know a lot of people don't get UPN; I know that there was a six-week break. But the fans I know are rabid about this show--from what I've seen and read, you either love it or you don't watch it. So why did half the viewers start not watching? That doesn't make any sense.
Apathetic outing for Dramarama yesterday. No one really was getting into it at all. I think I'll shake things up for the last meeting: make them read monologues. That's what I love about acting--the chance to be someone else. I'm not so fond of making it up on the spot kind of acting (improv), which is what the kids seem to like. Although, their powers of creation are sorely limited, I think, compared to what I was like at that age. (Well, I'll amend that: there are a couple of girls who seem pretty creative. And some of the rest are too shy. And some just aren't creative.)
"Personally, Veda's convinced me that alligators have the right idea. They eat their young."
--Ida (Eve Arden) in Mildred Pierce
I just got a great Valentine's Day present: A new mentor for the EW program! Some kid from St. Mike's, and he can mentor the one boy I really wanted to find someone for. I was despairing of finding someone for him. Yippee.
"Well, I don't want to be the story at my own newspaper, because then I'd be Judith Miller and I'd have to wear my bangs too long and overdo my lipstick."
--Paris Gellar (Liza Weil) The Gilmore Girls
I watched Broken Flowers this weekend, mostly because someone loaned it to me and I don't know this person well enough to not watch it in a timely fashion--i.e. I just wanted to watch it and get it back to him. Therefore, I wasn't in the best frame of mind for it, but the ending blew me away. Because even though the movie has absolutely nothing to do with adoption, it perfectly portrays what it's like to be adopted and how you see the world. One of those rare moments when something describes something you know but have never put into words before.
"He adjusted himself to beams falling, and then no more of them fell, and he adjusted himself to them not falling."
--Dashiell Hammett, The Maltese Falcon
I ran out of time yesterday, so I didn't get to post. I had all kinds of little commitments, which ended up taking most of the day. Ok, so I didn't really need to try to catch Rob Thomas' webcast at 2 p.m.--and I didn't get a lot of it--but hey, it's about Veronica Mars. At least I found out that Logan targeted Hannah because of her dad and didn't just fall for her randomly, which is what I had assumed. I just can't think of Logan as evil. Now why is that? And I'm not the only one. As Rob pointed out, Logan can set fire to a swimming pool and people forgive him instantly.
So this week's Veronica Mars was awesome, back to the high standard of last season. I like when the mystery is centered around school. I can't wait for next week.
I'm looking forward to the Olympics and the figure skating. I've always loved it, even before I skated myself. I remember watching Peggy Fleming when I was very little, and, of course, Dorothy Hamil. I wonder who will capture everyone's hearts this time. Part of me hopes Michelle Kwan will win/do well. Another part is rooting for Sasha Cohen. Ice dancing is my favorite, though, and I hope Belbin and Agosto take the gold.
"Sometimes I bake one for a neighbor and I enclose a short note that is usually so obscure...no one can understand it! I hear my little notes are becoming collectors' items in the village. People compare them to see who has the strangest one.
"'We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.'
"That'll keep them guessing!"
--The Belle of Amherst by William Luce
I just went to the Gilmore Girls forum on Television without Pity for the first time and I must say people are mad. (Angry mad, I meant, although the other one probably applies as well.) I never thought anyone would be against Rory, but so many people were saying she gets away with everything and gets things handed to her on a platter. I never really thought of her in that light. I guess I assumed if you didn't like that part of GG, you wouldn't watch, since Rory's pretty much walked on water since the premiere. As for me, I just want her to stand up straight.
Forums, in general, are such strange beasts. It's not really a discussion, since you throw in your two cents and that's pretty much it. It's weird to read them, with people going off on rants about fictional characters. I must like them; I read more and more of them, but I haven't really figured out the whole thing. And people watch and episode and then post in 2 minutes. How can you really have come to an ironclad position in 2 minutes? And people are so definite. "This episode sucked!" "This show rocks." "Who wrote that stupid line?"