For some reason, people went bananas over Fight Club. I never thought It was all that great. I am open to influence and convincing of course but to me it was exactly what a good film shouldn’t be– a great idea, tied up in a perfect 107 minute bow.
The Sixth Sense and other films of [...]
“You can’t imagine how much a dead man weighs.”
- What the grandfather of Gabriel Garcia Marquez often told him.
Quoted from “A Writer’s Almanac”, March 6, 2009.
I’ve gotten quite taken with the sound of Garrison Keillor’s voice on my Honda Fit speakers.
His Lake Wobegone days are too sentimental for me most of the [...]
Photographer David Ottenstein Stops Time in Iowa
The last thing I expected to see when I went to a gallery meetup at the Ridgefield Guild of Artists on Saturday was HOME.
The Radius 2008 Exhibition featured the best of their emerging artists from the last 10 years, and one of those was photographer David Ottenstein, originally of [...]
In the middle of my procrastination/break from grading, I visited my email and Google reader and found good stuff from two different women in my life… oh they make me SO crazy!
First, there’s HEATHER! Heather the green wonder-mama, now appearing in ANOTHER feature near you! I’ve done some freelance work for Heather, so she’s nice [...]
My husband, maybe to mock my attachment to my typewriter, or maybe just to give me the good news, sent me this article, today. It breaks the much-awaited news (at least around our place) that two of the greatest entertainment inventions: TiVo and Netflix, are going to join forces.
This is akin to the Wonder [...]
I caught of glimpse of myself — el nudo — in a full length mirror the other day and stopped. “Hmmm, not bad.” Not as bad as I thought, anyway.
I hardly ever see myself full length, especially without clothes, and I bet most women don’t.
The mirrors where we get intimate are the ones we use [...]
Time holds only the shape you give it.
This week, it was pressed thin, squashed against the wall, hot and heavy. It was pressing, but lovely all the same.
I am not sure, exactly what I am supposed to do with the time I am given. I only know what when I am busy, the time feels [...]
Photographer Julia Margaret Cameron took up her “hobby” at 49.
The camera was a gift from her family, a way to occupy her time while her husband traveled for work. She set up her own darkroom at their home on the Isle of Wight. She kept a journal.
She presented her own portfolio to the British Museum [...]
Re: Recycling Yogurt Cups!!!
Dear Dannon Yogurt,
Recently scientists invented a device called the “laser.” It is very handy for correcting vision, cutting things, attaching to the heads of irritated seabass for military purposes. Scientists are smart and can come up with creative ways of fixing problems all the time.
I was wondering, since 2005, when your science [...]
Or… When Funny and Serious Start Leg Wrestling on the Puce Shag Rug
The sucky thing about being human is that even when you are HILARIOUS you aren’t hilarious all the time.
Like right now, I am a friggin’ laugh riot, but can you tell? No.
Why?
Because I am suffering from the appalling and much-talked-about (but little-researched) disease called [...]
Where: Photographer’s Gallery, 5 & 8 Great Newport Street, London, WC2H 7HY
When: Through 28 January 2007
How Much: Free
In my mind’s eye, The grapes of wrath are not purple or red or green. They are always charcoal grey.
I must have imagined that the days before color television the whole world was an absence of color. I [...]
Navigating a new friend is like discovering a new museum.
What is new about it, anyway? It’s been here for years. Yet it is new to me and I am new to it.
Michael told me, casually, offhand, that he cleaned objects at the Victoria and Albert Museum in South Kensington. It was over a pint of [...]
One blue day isn’t just that.
It’s the culmination of hours, days, weeks, holding on, fingernails biting into that last saving grain of wood. Fine, fine!. I laugh, I am fine. I am hiding it from you. What is just “blue” is ripping up in me, nearly dead and bleeding on cold cement, in an alleyway.
Mom [...]
I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.
– Joan Didion
I’m sitting at my oak table, one I use as a desk. I am glancing up, now and then, at the bookcase next to the door. I [...]
