January 10, 2008
Is magnificent.
Ever seen The Wicker Man? If not, I recommend you go and watch it as soon as is immediately possible.
That’s a shot of Christopher Lee as Lord Summerisle, a delightful character from the movie. Oh, very delightful.
According to Mr. Lee, this is the best movie of which he’s ever been a part. Enough said.
January 10, 2008
I cannot wait for this:
http://uk.reuters.com/article/entertainmentNews/idUKN0124949720071001
Jean-Luc Picard takes on Macbeth.
January 9, 2008
Quick Post:
I am in Texas. I happen to love Texas — it is home to family, fair weather, and open roads. I just want to roll down the window of that minivan and pretend to be Dennis Hopper, freedom blowin’ through my hair. Seriously, though, the MidWest is an underappreciated phenomenon of this country. At least, that is, in the perspective of this New Yorker, who can’t wrap her head around the phrase “open space.”
The Midwest reminds me of the phrase “The Heartland” and that reminds me of politics — common catchphrase, especially for John Edwards methinks. Heartland this, heartland that — the heart of the heartland. Anyway, things are not so bully for him, placing third in the NH primaries and what have you. Hilary seems to have edged out in front of Obama — I wonder if this will have any reprucussions for the remainder of the race. I mean, of COURSE it will in terms of speculation and pundit quarrels, but I mean in terms of how Democrats view her “electability” — whatever that means. I really do think, though, that people in certain regions and demographics vote certain ways and the media can’t nudge those stats. And, since I have no idea what the dispositions of said demographics and regions are: Que sera sera. I’m not a political scientist, so they (the political scientists) can disagree with my far too simple sentiments and muck it out if they’d like. Which they of course not only like, but LOVE.
Okay, off to the school to have lunch with the little ones. Menu on Wednesday? Baked fish! Mmm.
January 1, 2008
The holiday season has been a filling feast of equal parts spirits, snow, and sleep so far. I suppose I’ve left much of what’s happened to memory; I can’t quite recount the past two weeks in detail because I simply let it slip too far away. So, last night seems like a good place to start and end.
I went down to the city last night to hang out with Wil, Chris, Brian, Scott, and Chris’ friend Paul. We went to Silk Road, and enjoyed a bountiful repast of noodles and things schezuan style. Then Chris and Paul went their separate way, and the remainder of our party retired to the Dead Poet (great bar, 82nd and Amesterdam) to debate quotes attributed to Hemingway and bash around glasses of Smithwicks for which the establishment is nice enough not to make you pay.
Then Brian left us: Wil, Scott and I made our way down to Mike and Steve’s awesome apartment, where we hung out with and caught up with those two plus Brie and others. Delightful company and generous drinks were plentiful.
Unfortuantely, boxed wine and Smithwicks don’t make an excellent chemical match, so my stomach told me to go home early.
Wil and I celebrated New Years in Grand Central, slumped up against a stairwell, totally exhausted and waiting for a late train. There was something spooky but nice about it. Grand Central, that is. It was like a private party… stray people tramping around who had defected from the Times Square Scene. A few partiers at the restaurants that sit above the stairs, with horns and cocktails. Crowds of conductors, who had a rare hour or so break, congregated by the tracks joking and laughing and slapping each other on the back, dispensing hearty wishes for the brand new year.
I love people watching.
Happy new year! Cheers
