July 05, 2006
...and reasons why small towns are wonderful.
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February 02, 2006
More Sundance...
Somehow, all three of my major trips for work have taken me from the airport directly to liquor stores... but the body gets hungry, and so after stocking up from the miserable wine selection in SLF (for work, not me, clearly), Gary and I hit the Red Iguana. And ordered an almond mole so rich we couldn't finish it between the two of us.
Some of us watched Sam Shephard's Don't Come Knocking at the resort. Why is it that Sarah Polley always has the same look on her face in every film she's in?
Friday night we squeezed the entire 8+1 person staff into an SUV and drove an hour to Park City for the premiere of Alpha Dog. Which we then almost didn't get into due to oversold tickets and belligerent Sundancier-than-thou folks in the line... damn, people take their films SO seriously!
Here is the best of my Sundance paparazzi photographs.
What? You can't tell that those fuzzy shapes are in fact Emile Hirsch, [some guy,] Ben Foster, Anton Yelchin, Justin Timberlake, and director Nick Cassavetes?! Fair enough, my camera isn't the greatest, and I hadn't heard of any of them before. Except Justin, who did a little dance for the audience, yee haw! Everyone else was taking photos, so I felt I should too.
Movie stars are fun. Watching people who really love movie stars is even more entertaining (I should have worn bigger earrings). And I'm a bigger fan of the Utah scenery.
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August 23, 2005
Home Again, Home Again
The Northwest portion of the Great Fall Tour has come to a close; info and more photos coming soon. While it was lovely to be in the land of wonderfully polite people, I'm awfully glad to be home, and not only because of signs like this:
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July 10, 2005
Me and Ü and Everyone We Know Loves/Hates This Film
I was all set to rave about Me and You and Everyone We Know, a film that made me feel about as warm and fuzzy as L'Auberge Espagnole [on the To Do List: see the sequel]. Then I read Matthew's review at Fluxblog, which got my panties in a bunch. And then there are all the comments posted in response to aforementioned review, many of which renewed my faith that there are still people out there who value sweetness and aren't just ironically removed from everything.
The new word of the day, which I believe is inappropriately used to describe Miranda July's lovely film, is Twee:
It means excessively or affectedly quaint, sentimental or mawkish, sometimes coupled with words like nauseatingly. It’s a strongly negative word, and a very useful one, that is in common British use. It appeared at the beginning of the twentieth century to mean something dainty or sweet, a girly and gushing word. It appears to have developed from tweet, not the noise a bird makes, but a childish attempt at saying sweet. It might have been helped along by a feeling that it could be a blend of tiny and wee (Scots for small), though it isn’t.
My recommendation is to Go See The Film (trailer here), and then you too can add your two bits to the blogosphere. Twee? It's in the eye of the beholder.
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July 09, 2005
Obstructions
A couple of weeks ago TKOB hosted a screening of The Five Obstructions, a fascinating film in which Lars von Trier challenges fellow director/friend/hero Jørgen Leth to shoot five different remakes of his film The Perfect Human, each under a different set of somewhat punishing conditions.
The message I took away from the film is that constraints can motivate unexpected brilliance, and bring about experiences that you'd never come to without being pushed beyond your usual comfort zone. Which is a long introduction to my having ended up at Swig on a school night this last week, a bar that I almost refused to go to after reading this description:
The mood designed is of unpretentious casual sophistication and the drinks are modern and adventurous. Laid back cool simply oozes all around. It's a magnet for the hip and happening.
Despite my concerns about parking, clearly-too-cool attitudes, and having to appear at least partially together for a meeting at work the next morning, I went. And immediately found a spot right outside, and plenty of fun folks inside, including some other folks who could care less if nobody else in the bar is dancing. I now have a group to take Salsa lessons with (anyone else in?).
Just to prove that interesting things happen when you force yourself to do things behold this conversation with a friend of a friend as we were being introduced to each other:
Me: I love your shirt
She: Thanks
Me: I don't have the boobs for that kind of top
She: Oh, I paid for them
Me: Really? Were they expensive?
She: Yeah, six grand
Me: I see. I've always been curious... can I feel them?
She: Sure
...at which point our mutual friend wanders off shaking his head, and she and I head over to the back hall where I cop a rather scientific feel. She seemed to believe I was interested in procuring falsies of my own (I like mine just the way they are, thanks), and so over the next several minutes I learned:
--they're not permanent (gotta change them every 10 years),
--you can still breastfeed,
--the nipple sensation does change somewhat, but it's not that bad,
--you're only out for about three days after the operation,
--when you have (bigger) boobs, people stop asking you if you ever eat.
And there you have it. Perhaps I will have to leave my house this evening, too, just to see what might happen, though my bed is looking awfully nice right now...
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