Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Rolling Stone really has been knocking them out of the park here recently. I've always been a fan of the magazine, mostly because the pictures and articles about the artists are always so stellar, but these past two issues have been especially wonderful, and a lot of it has to do with the fact that it's not a musician on the cover.

For the past two issues, television has been featured and while it's not strange for Rolling Stone to cover film and television as well as musicians, I think it's interesting that they've done it two issues in a row.
It's been a good two weeks for television, what with the national coverage and the Emmys and what not. It seems that television has become something of cultural importance once again and something that is
saturating the zeitgeist. When FRIENDS was on the air, it was all people could talk about. They were on magazines, they were everywhere. But as that ended, there was a lull. But now, it seems that television stars are once again at the top of the heap.

I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that we allow them into our homes. With a movie, you have to go to a theater and pay to see it. You have to make an effort, but you also have to go someplace to see it. It's like you are going to where they live. But with television, you are allowing them into where you live and letting them be a part of your life, and not the reverse as it is in movies. I think that's why reality TV is so popular because it's this reciprocal relationship between these people letting you into their lives and you letting them into yours.

If you think about it, it's this really incredible medium where you can watch a feel-good show about a glee club followed by an artful look at ad men in the 60's. You can watch a singer perform in a stage full of cotton candy or an opera streaming live from the Met. You can watch a competition between aspiring top chefs or the top athletes in the world compete for gold medals.
I like that television is being celebrated and it's getting attention other than just being something that happens inbetween advertisements for Bud Light and Tampex. It makes me hopeful that no matter how technology changes and how many new ways there are to actually watch these shows and for people to make money off of us, that television will remain a viable medium for the exchanging of ideas and for people to create art that's important....or a place for the next Real Housewives franchise...whatever works.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Glee didn't win!

It's no surprise that I love television. That's not weird. But I especially love television when excellence is rewarded.
Tonight, excellence was rewarded on the Emmys. There weren't a lot of surprises but that's just fine, at the end of the night, the right two shows were crowned. No. There was no upset. Glee was not robbed of the Emmy. Really, Glee was at the bottom of that list because it's NOT A GOOD SHOW. Yes, the music is wonderful and the performance sequences are great but the writing is terrible, the stories suck and the acting is real bad (save for Sue who wholly deserved her Emmy). So that was no surprise to me.
Modern Family is not only the best new show on television but it's the best traditional show that's come out, probably since Friends, Frasier and Raymond went off the air. I did think that Lost might have a shot at winning the big one since they won their first year and I thought they might take it their last year, but really, Mad Men is the best show on television and has been for three years running. No question about it. And I'm glad that the awards just keep coming for it because I think that a show that has maintained that level of creative artistry and integrity should be rewarded. It's not just TV. It's art.
The one thing that I did find surprising was a moment when Al Pacino was accepting his award. He played Dr. Kevorkian in a TV movie and he won for his performance. Well, shock of all shocks, the doctor was in the house. Yes. Dr. Kevorkian, Dr. Death, the man that helped people commit suicide, was sitting there in the Emmys auditorium...and people were thanking him...and they applauded him. What am I missing? What part of this suddenly became okay? When did we start applauding people for helping others kill themselves? I'm sorry. This is lost on me.
I must say that the opening of the Emmys was the best opener that there has ever been to the Emmys. Really. By having the Glee kids dance with Tina Fey, Jon Hamm, Hurley from Lost, the girl from the Vampire Diaries, Jimmy Fallon, Betty White, and as obnoxious as she is, it was awesome to see Kate Gosselin make fun of herself. Then, Top Chef won which was so glorious because let's face it, we all love Top Chef and it's about time it's rewarded for being awesome.

The moral of this rant is: I love television and tonight, the best of television was displayed for us to see. The montages, the people singing in the musical interludes with Jimmy Fallon, the winners, it was all just so celebratory of the medium that I love so much.

Underneath it all

In anticipation of the Emmys this evening and the dresses that will be all over the TV and on magazines in a week, I was pleasantly surprised today to find myself in the fashion district this morning.
I needed to sleep in and have some time to myself after the week and weekend I've had so I decided to go search for a few things and take some pictures while I was out. So I found myself in the fashion district where they are having a sort of parade of mannequins down the street. I saw it the other day and I didn't have my camera so I'm glad I ended up over there again before they take them down. Basically, each designer designed a mannequin that's outside on Broadway and after this is over, they will be auctioned off for charity.
The one that I love the most is the one that's not wearing anything at all. Just a statement, which is what the fashion designers are trying to do with their clothes anyways. So I think it's brilliant.
Image is everything in this country, and that applies to everyone, not just people in the public eye. I mean, we're all in the public eye aren't we? At least we feel that way. We're always being watched or judged and if you don't believe me, trust me. I'm the one that's watching and judging. So yes, we're all being watched and judged. Some folks don't care about that and that's fine, but on some level, we do. Fashion is supposed to make us feel good about what we're wearing and therefore feel good about ourselves. It's not really about making people think something about us, but we certainly believe that it does don't we? That's why I just love this mannequin so much because it's true. Underneath is all, you're naked. And while Betsey Johnson, Michael Kors, Tommy Hilfiger and Badgley Mischka all created super cool things for their models, the Kenneth Cole model is, in my opinion, the best.

Saturday, August 28, 2010


There's so much naked in Times Square these days and I'm not talking about the billboards. I'm talking about the Naked Cowboy and Naked Cowgirl. First, I love that the Naked Cowboy has been able to pay his mortgage by standing in Times Square in his underwear. Three cheers for America. Second, I love that there is a Kesha look-alike out there who thought she could also cash in on this. Third, I love that the Naked Cowboy thought this was just his gig and tried to sue the Cowgirl because he trademarked the Hanes somehow. Then, I love that last night, when I saw the Cowgirl, she was talking to the cops about how some guys were harassing her.
Just let that sink in for a minute.
Take a look at what she's (not) wearing. Now you tell me if she has ANY right at all to be mad about people harassing her. And I'm gonna tell you, having seen her up close, she's not that hot. But then again, neither is the Cowboy. But they've done well for themselves, and as much as the Cowboy has been around for a longer period of time, he charges like 20 bucks to take a picture with him. The Cowgirl does it for free (yes, that was gross. Get over it)
But there is a continual crowd around these two so it seems like as long as their gym memberships stay current, they will be sticking around, keeping Times Square naked.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Things I don't understand

There are things in this world that I don't understand. I don't understand why people get so upset over sporting events. I don't understand why people were so enamored with a rubix cube. I don't understand why people think Kevin James is funny. These are all things that I don't really understand. I would like to add two things to that list, brought to your by MSNBC.

First, I don't understand a festival where the
entire point is to hurt tomatoes at each other. Tons and tons of tomatoes. It's the Tomatina Festival in Spain and the point is only to throw tomatoes at each other and then play in the tomato carcasses all around you.
I don't understand that. I mean, it's not that I don't slightly see the appeal. It always feels good to throw something at another person and let's face it, there are a great number of people that deserve far worse than a tomato in the eye. But it's weird right? I mean, look at that picture. That man is swimming in what looks like the remains of dead vampires on True Blood. I don't think that's okay. And can you imagine the insect problem that place must have? I don't care for bugs.

The other thing I don't really understand is what's going on in this picture. I just wrote about the evils of people who spend all their time writing about their pets on facebook. But look at this. This fireman, this American hero who goes in to save people's lives, is spending his time and energy trying to give a cat oxygen. Did I miss something? If that was Dr. Evil's cat, I would understand, but it's not. It's a cat. I'm hoping that there weren't any people around there that could have benefited from that oxygen because for real, that is ridiculous.

So these are two things that I don't understand. I just don't. Add it to the list of things I don't understand along with the appeal of Leah Remini, the worldwide fascination with the show Mamma Mia, and the trendiness of being a vegan. I just don't understand it.
The last picture, I actually understand perfectly. I just think it was too awesome not to include. Way to go Rangers fan. Way to go.

She is...

I wanted to title this blog "Why Katy Perry is the Most Fun Girl in Music Today" but I thought that people would scoff and not read it.But I do feel that way. I do. And here's why:
She doesn't take herself too seriously. She doesn't have the chops like Beyonce and she's not as freaky deaky as the GaGa and she's not as sexy as Britney. But what she does, she does very very well. Colorful and creative outfits? Check. Catchy music? Check. And we're back to her not taking herself too seriously which I appreciate so very much.
GaGa takes herself way too seriously. I mean, she believes that's she's the best thing to happen to music since auto-tuning. When you put her and Kanye in a room together, there might as well be no one else there since they're both so full of themselves that they don't have room for anyone else. AND - the only time GaGa ever seems like she's got any life in her at all is when she's performing. Katy Perry seems to exude fun and life. Like her or not, she's the most fun thing to happen to music in a long time.
And really, she shouldn't be here. Let's face it, "I Kissed A Girl" should have been a one-hit-wonder moment. But it wasn't. She kept knocking out hits and now we are on album two and she's already had two hits from it with more on the way. In an age where seasoned performers and huge stars are having trouble selling singles and records on iTunes, she's succeeding...and seemingly having a great time doing it. And shouldn't that be what we all want? To do what we love, be successful at it and have a great time doing it? Personally, I think that's something we should all want in whatever we're doing in our own lives.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

All at once

Three of my favorite people in music...all together...at once...at a concert that I wanted to be at but had no one to go with to...
(insert depression here)
I can go to movies alone, some people think that's weird, and I can go to Broadway shows alone, some people think that's even weirder, but I can't go to concerts alone. That's weird to me. I mean, it's not that I couldn't do it, I can do anything I set my mind to (way to go 2nd grade! I remembered! Much better than first and third grades...), but I just don't like to do it. I can't see myself enjoying it. I realize now that I probably should have just gone. I've been wanting to see them in concert for years now, but I didn't. But hey, I remember what I learned in 2nd grade and that's nothing to sneer at. So have faith teachers. Your words aren't all falling on deaf ears. And way to go Mrs. York. Way to go.

A rant.

I have concerns. I have concerns about this new wave of facebook that's got everyone "checking in" at where ever they are. I'm concerned about that. Why do we need to know exactly? I mean, I already thought people put too much information out there on the internet, but now, if I want to kill you, all I have to do is look at your facebook, see exactly where you are, and then go kill you.
Yes, that's a bit extreme, but I think it fits. Why do we need to know where everyone is every minute of the day? What does it matter if you are eating chicken or buying batteries? Why do we all need to know?
I think we have this compulsion to just jump into these new fads without thinking about it. We just do it because it's there, not because it makes sense at all. I mean, really, it makes absolutely no sense at all to be telling people where you are every minute of the day.
It's like people who write on facebook about their dogs. Why? Why do we need to know about the goings on of your pet? What would make you possibly think that I remotely cared about the fact that you are spending the night at home with Pumpkin, or Pepper, or Sophie or whatever the dog's name is? What really irritates me is when people update post after post after post about their dog. THAT, I really don't understand. Is there nothing better going on in your life that all you have to update about is that fluffy thing you throw under your arm in photos to seem perky and lovable?
Yes. This was a rant. A rant brought to you by facebook updates all across the internet.

Listening to an Owl

I was just transported to a year ago. BOOM! I'm there.
I'm at work, listening to the Owl City album and suddenly, I'm back sitting at my table in my apartment, windows and doors open for the fall breeze, fall scented candle lit and probably something baking in the oven. Football is on the TV but it's muted and I'm not really watching it. There's a glass pumpkin in the center of the table that's half full of candy corn. I'm suddenly back in Apartment 3.
I've written about Apartment 3 a few times on here and the further away from it I get, the more I realize how great of a place it was. Granted, I know that I will have other awesome abodes in the future, and I'm certainly not complaining about where I'm living now. It's just not home, and Apartment 3 was home.
So I will keep listening to Owl City (the perfect study music by the way) and reminiscing about a time that I loved so much. I think it's healthy for us to do that every now and then. It makes us appreciate what we had and how we were affected by it. Plus, that was a damn awesome blue couch.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I Heart...

...so many things. The obvious answer here would be NYC, but I'm not all that interested in the obvious. I'm not even really all that interested in the phrase "I heart..."Why can't we just say "I love?" But the shirts have hearts on them, so we say that. I think I will be having multiples of this "I Heart..." post. Today, the things I heart are the faces of people I find fascinating, irreverent advertising, spending time with people who's sheer existence challenges me to be a better person, and yes...NYC.

The natural order of things

I love New York. Really, I do. But I have a bone to pick with this city.
I like to cook. It calms me down, it's peaceful to me and I love it. I like to watch television and cook. In the past, it's been as easy as going to the grocery store or to Walmart and just getting whatever I needed and making it work. It's cheaper than eating out, it leaves leftovers to eat on later, and I get the pleasure of cooking it, seasoning it, etc.
That's because I can find the seasoning in Texas. I can find the salt and pepper in Texas. I have a problem with the fact that I can't find the pepper.
I have real questions about why stores are not kept in any sort of order. I mean, why is cake mix next to chap stick which is next to diapers? Does that make logical sense? No. It doesn't.
And what's funny about this is that the managers who run the grocery store were walking around there today, looking at all the aisles and making comments like "that doesn't make sense to see something so American on this aisle of ethnic foods." Really? That's what doesn't make sense here? That's fine. But the fact that cereal is next to baked beans...that's perfectly cohesive.
You know that this sets my OCD ablaze and all I want to do is go in there are reorganize the store, to the point where I don't know if I can go back to that grocery store for fear of my head exploding. The way they do things...it's just not natural.

Monday, August 23, 2010

The first day syndrome

The first day of big events in my life are always interesting and it's become a family inside joke. Oh no! It's the first day of school! Here's the reason.
My first day of high school. I like many other students, was nervous about this new phase in my life for multiple reasons. I mean, the obvious is that it's a new school, older kids, blah blah blah. But the less-obvious reason is that I had to take the bus. I'd lived in the same neighborhood as my school before and so taking the bus wasn't applicable to me. We found where the bus stops were, I got there early and I was ready to go...until the bus didn't show up there. So as the time whittled away, I realized the bus wasn't coming, so I started to head back to the house, only to see the bus whiz by at another stop. Right. So there I am, a 14 year old freshman, running down the street trying to get the attention of the bus and it didn't work. So then, I'm a panicked 14 year old freshman, running home to get my mom to take me to school. I got there late, I walked into my first class on the first day of high school and the teacher says that she doesn't stand for tardiness...and then she shoots me the look. Really? It's the first day of my freshman year. If I could find the name of that teacher, I would go back to that school and pour bleach on something she loves.
How about the first day of community college? What happened then? I'm prepared, I'm early, I'm ready to get going. I walk downstairs...flat tire. No joke.
How about when I was supposed to fly to London this summer? First time to fly into an international airport. Day one. Flights delayed, missed the connecting flight, alone in the airport.
So what about today? First day of my internship. I woke up early, showered, got dressed, and I looked good. I mean it. Good. I leave on time, I get on the train early, everything is working. Boom! Downpour. Not just sprinkling rain. I mean, pouring down rain. But remember, I'm there early right? So I go into McDonalds to get an iced coffee and let it subside. I read that it was gonna come and go all day. Fine. Did it subside? Of course not. Did it just rain harder? Of course it did. Did I show up completely soaked? Yes. And that's WITH an umbrella. Soaked. It's enough to just suck the cool right out of you.
So there it is. The first day of school. Things always work out just fine after the initial bumpy ride but it's just funny to me that 13 years later, the first day hasn't lost it's touch.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

So good it hurts

Remember when Mad Men has been the best show on television for three years and tonight's episode was so wonderfully genius, so incredibly smart, and so profoundly awesome that it cemented it's status as the reigning show on the air?I mean, really. This season has been really good, but it's been getting progressively better. The stories are better, the characters that you actually care about are more visible, and the best part of all? JOAN. Joan finally gets the screen time that she's deserved since the very beginning of this show.
If you don't watch Mad Men, you probably don't care about anything I'm writing and while I don't fault you for not caring, I do fault you for not watching this show.
In an age where television has the capacity to become less a form of entertainment and more a platform for art, this is a show that is leading the way. Even in the ever crowding world of cable channel shows that are all vying for top notoriety, this show has remained consistently at the summit.
I mean, come on. Peggy on a motorcycle doing donuts on a sound stage to throw off the gay dude from Desperate Housewives? Now that's just awesome.

What's next?

I seem to be continually looking for something else. I mean, I seem to be subconsciously searching for whatever is next. Yes. I'm talking about television shows.
I am always looking for a new show to watch, a new set of characters to invite in and some sort of new life lesson shallowly derived from scripted dramatizations of other people's imaginary lives.
I started to watch Six Feet Under, I'm about a season and a half into the show and I have to say, it's strange. For those of you who like television, this show is like taking Brothers and Sisters, mixing it with Dexter and adding a layer of True Blood icing on top. What's funny about it is that actors and writers from those shows are all mixed together on this show as well, really, all of those shows sprung from this show since it came first.
I find it interesting that a show about a funeral home can be so full of life. I mean, I guess that's the point right? These people who deal with death who are on their own personal quests in life. There's something beautiful about that.
I've been thinking a lot this weekend about my quest, the journey that I'm equal parts just starting and in the middle of. I'll admit that I'm a little confused as to where I'm at. Not overly confused, I mean, I don't wake up in the middle of the night wondering what I'm doing with my life, but sometimes I think. I think about what I need to do next, what I want to do next, what I wish I could do next, and why those three things don't always line up.
Should they line up? Do I try to make them line up? I don't know and I don't think I'll know until it happens. But stay tuned for the next episode, you never know what could happen next. I know I'm excited.

Uh oh...I said it.

I don't usually get political in my blogs, mostly because of the divisive nature of politics in general. That's why I stay away from discussions about political agendas and activities because people get to hot and bothered about stuff and it's my opinion that there's no real way to ever know the entire truth about what our government knows and why they do what they do.
But, I was reading an article on the Village Voice's website that I found interesting about the "Ground Zero Mosque." There's something like 68% of Americans that are against this mosque being put in the same space where the Islamic terrorists devastated thousands of lives. But what I thought was interesting was that it's actually not being built in the same space. It's actually two blocks away. I took this picture from the Village Voice article.
I was just over there a couple days ago and I walked all around that part of town and let me tell you, there isn't really anything sacred or set-aside about that space. So when people say that putting this "mosque" (it's actually not a giant mosque, it's a Muslim-run community center that has a mosque in it) is going to taint the image of the memorials (that aren't even there yet...nine years later), they're not really right. There are mosques all over New York City, just as there are churches all over New York City and Scientology brainwash centers all over New York City, and new ones pop up all the time. Where are the protests about that stuff?
I just think this is a perfect example of people hearing the words "mosque" and "Ground Zero" and they've bought into whatever news analyst has said to them and they've got this idea of what's going on. This says a lot to me about what we, as Americans, believe and buy into. The fact of the matter is, this community center is being built two blocks away, further from Ground Zero than the Gentleman's Club, the McDonalds, the rows of people selling 9-11 memorabilia, the Off-Track betting centers, and the street vendors selling illegal Coach purse imitations. So, I guess if people are so concerned about having that community center there because it's going to detract from the "hallowed ground," then they also need to set their aims onto all of the other things in that area.
I do understand that the center of the issue is extremism and I agree completely that there is no place for that sort of extreme viewpoint. After all, it's that extreme viewpoint that took those towers down in the first place. So I do understand the argument, I just think that in a country where we pride ourselves on the freedoms that we have, I just don't know how they can constitutionally tell these people they can't build that there. It may not make moral sense to some people, but this is the nation that we've built. Freedom for all, even if you don't agree with who is in possession of that freedom.

Ground Zero won't ever be like a memorial in D.C. It's in the middle of Manhattan, there are buildings and apartments and businesses and Wall Street that all have to continue to function there, not to mention they are going to rebuild buildings there for industrial and retail purposes. We pick and choose our moral obligations don't we? We want Ground Zero to be a special place but next to the American flags there are posters of Nicole Scherzinger's new Maxim cover. I don't think the community center is the real problem here and I don't think it's something that can be resolved by deciding whether or not it can go there. The issue here is freedom of religion. The issue is the idealized image of Ground Zero versus the actual space that's there. But regardless, no matter how you feel on the issue and whether things go as you feel they should go on this matter, it's good to know that no matter what, you can have it your way at the Burger King inbetween photo ops at the site.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

There's only one Tonight

I've been immersed in classic Broadway as of late and I felt it would only be fitting to see the most recent production of West Side Story on Broadway.

I've never seen a production of West Side Story before, though I've of course seen the film. I know the music and I've been told a million times how it's the greatest musical ever to grace the stage, but I wasn't prepared at all for this.

From the moment the music started, it was everything I've ever heard it would be. I mean, when Maria and Tony catch each other's eyes...it was everything that the film made it out to be and more. In my most humble opinion, there are moments in musical theater that are unmatched in iconic status and depth of meaning. The chandelier falling in Phantom, the marching at the close of the first act of Les Miz, the opening of The Lion King, Elphaba taking flight in Wicked, and when Tony and Maria meet and dance for the first time in West Side Story. (snap snap)

The music is the most iconic music in the history of musical theater, and whether you choose to believe me or not, it is. And the dancing. THE DANCING. It was just so spectacular and exhilarating. so flawless. And let me tell you, even with knowing the ending, it was gut-wrenching when it actually got there. I mean, it just felt like my chest was caving in, the acting was that good.

Now, having seen it, I can agree with everyone who's ever said that it's a masterpiece and I will say that anyone who can go see this production, should. It was stunning and my love affair with the classics is alive and well. Probably stronger now than ever.

I have loved Broadway for a long time, but now, I love the one that started it all.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Flawless Kelli

I've wanted to see the Broadway production of South Pacific ever since it opened. The last time I was in New York, it was sold out and now it's closing Sunday and I don't have much cash on me. So wouldn't you know it, just when I need it, PBS is airing the production live tonight.
First, I have to say that I've never seen a stage production of South Pacific and so I'm incredibly excited to get to experience it. I mean, my RLS was so obnoxious, I probably burned off my dinner calories.
My excitement was momentarily put on hold by Alan Alda and his ability to put anyone who hears him to sleep. Take from that what you will, may that be a good or a bad thing, but he does. He starts talking and I'm instantly comatose. And I'm clapping. Yes. I'm alone and I'm clapping. Kelli O'Hara just came out onto the stage. And I'm clapping.
She's flawless. Kelli O'Hara has the most flawless classical Broadway voice and when she opens her mouth and sings, it's just so effortless. I will go as far to say that she is the best classical Broadway vocalist that's on the boards today.
And I'm still clapping. In my apartment alone. I'm clapping. I love that about the theater. You don't clap with Tom Cruise is shown on the screen in a movies or when Cameron Diaz flips her hair. But in the theater, we applaud our stars. We applaud the perfection that is Kelli O'Hara. We applaud Kristin Chenoweth when she emerges onto the stage. We even applaud whenever the actress who plays Elphaba in Wicked first runs out onto the stage. I love that we applaud.
I have to continue to applaud this production in the way that they have taken a story that is over 60 years old and make it fresh and engaging. And I have to applaud that a naked man just ran across the stage on local broadcast television.
I'm really into the classics right now. I feel like the classic Broadway musicals have been overlooked in favor of new, trendy, edgier musicals and we are not recognizing that these older musicals are the basis by which all live musical entertainment have sprung. I feel like there should be more revivals of classic shows filling the Broadway theaters. More revivals that are of this caliber.
I feel honored that I was able to see this production, even if it wasn't in person. The music is stunning, the sets were perfect, the message holds up, and it all works. I love flawless entertainment.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Not Quite, M. Night

Yes. What you've heard was true. The Last Airbender was every bit as bad as the reviews said it was. I, feeling like giving this movie a chance, watched it today with an open mind. I can say that because when I first saw the preview for this movie, I wanted to see it.
I wish I knew where to begin here. The majority of the principle cast are unknowns and they are children. Children who can't act. The story isn't actually all that bad by fantasy film standards, but there are giant chunks of the story that are just skipped over through voiceovers by a little girl who shouldn't be doing voiceovers. It would kinda be like trying to make one movie to show all 3 Lord of the Rings books and using a voiceover to explain everything that happens inbetween the battles. Doesn't quite work.
The main character wasn't all that interesting either. You know who was interesting? The villain played by Dev Patel (the dude from Slumdog) His story and character were actually more interesting than all the other people in the film, which I find strange seeing that this is the second movie I've seen this year that I've felt that way about. If you remember what I said about the Twilight movie from this year, I also found the villain to be more engaging than the main characters.
I'm not quite sure what's happened to M. Night Shamalan. I mean, there he was, making movies like The Sixth Sense and Signs and then he started to lose it. I knew we had a problem when The Village fell apart. You know, about halfway through the movie, it just fell apart, and the monsters weren't real and then the plot twist wasn't all that shocking and I left the theater very irritated. Well, he hasn't made a good movie since. And now, here he is, telling the world in interviews that this is his "best movie," and I'm hoping he was lying.
But, bad movies are good for the soul. Without them, how would we truly know what great movies are without them? So this wasn't a wasted movie experience. No. Rather, this makes me truly appreciate the movie that I just found on TV...The Devil Wears Prada.


I did it. I lost something that I can never get back. And I'm ashamed.
Yes. I've watched a full episode of Jersey Shore.
I still just don't get it. I don't understand the obsession.
I consider myself very knowledgeable about television and why people watch what they watch but this is just completely lost on me. I do understand that we like to watch people behaving badly, that never seems to go out of style whether it's scripted or reality TV. But I just don't get this. I just don't.
I also don't understand why there are four or five reality shows based on pawn shops. What's the appeal exactly? Really, I want to know who thought it would be a good idea. Who walked into a pawn shop and said, "you know what? This would make an awesome reality show." I hate that person.
My third question is this: What went wrong with the VMA nominations this year? I mean, these have to be the absolute worst batch of nominations I've ever seen. Cascada in nominated for a VMA? What? Beyonce's Video Phone? That song never even once played on the radio! How did the Black Eyed Peas, arguably the biggest band in the world right now, not clean up? I'm disappointed. Here's hoping the performances can redeem what will ultimately be the GaGa show.
It saddens me when pop culture, television specifically, fails me. There's an article in New York Magazine about how high-brow television has become the new trend. People who wanted to be trendy used to not have a television but now they all watch Mad Men, Weeds and True Blood. Clearly, I'm trendy so it doesn't come as a shock that I would agree with that article. Television has become a place for real art to be made. What began as having too many channels has created a space for shows to explore and experiment. Even reality shows have taken the upswing on the cultural zeitgeist with shows like Top Chef and Project Runway emerging as more than just fluff programming.
So in an age where television can be more than just something to fill the time between commercials, it's disheartening to think that this week, TV has failed me greatly.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Even Kmart's at it.

I didn't really sleep last night, which was not completely shocking but completely irritating. Let's flash back shall we?
Five years and three months ago, I had another sleepless night that was followed by a 3 hour flight to New York City. It seems to be just part of the process of me moving to New York for any sort of extended period of time. So it goes without say that that's why it wasn't shocking to me that I didn't sleep last night, though all I wanted to do was sleep.
Here's the thing about this trip. I'm still tired from the last trip. I still have some lingering fatigue that likes to kick in around 10:00 each night from London, so I was excited about the sleeping. THEN, I forgot my Dramamine and brought a huge stack of magazines to read on the plane. So there I was, reading my magazines and feeling like I was gonna barf everywhere. I know what you're thinking. Why not just stop reading the magazines and sleep on the plane? Well, I can't do that because it was the Fall Movie Preview issue of Entertainment Weekly, only my absolute FAVORITE issue of any magazine each year. So no. I couldn't put the magazine down.
But I'll say that everything disappeared when I saw the city out of the window of the plane. I mean, it was picture perfect. I love this city.
I got to the apartments just fine and let me tell you, they are fantastic. But what's more fantastic than the apartment is the second drawer in my dresser. I mean, an entire drawer for nothing but scarves and ties?! Has there ever been anything so beautiful? I mean, it should be in a magazine!
I will say that I am a real fan of the view from my apartment window. Is it as good as the view on the other side of the building that looks out over the entirety of Manhattan? No. It's not. But beggars can't be choosers and I will say that I don't mind my view. I can see all of Queens from my view...and that's something special...wait...
I took the subway into Midtown to get some essential things for my apartment that I didn't bring with me and I have to say that it was great to be walking down 34th street, flying past slow-moving tourists, listening to dance music on my iPod. Seeing the iconography of New York City all over is refreshing. Even Kmart is in on the I Heart New York business. I love this city.
But the real joy of today wasn't the Entertainment Weekly, it wasn't the apartment, it wasn't even the mediocre review of Inception I read in New York Magazine (For real y'all. They didn't buy into the hype of the film and they gave it a mediocre review, claiming that it was only "mind blowing" to audiences because the filmmakers told everyone it was in the commercials. I agree completely and it made my heart flutter.) The real stars of today were the two bottles that I bought on the street.
Yes. Snapple Orangeade. Only the most perfect drink in the world. So as I had dinner, I was able to enjoy my favorite drink that I can only get up north because for some God awful reason, Snapple hasn't figured out that southerners need Orangeade too.
So today worked. I'm in the city that I love and over the next week I will get to see the people that I love. In a week I start my internship, learning about the art form that I love. And I will do all of these things with a bottle of Orangeade in my hands. I love this city.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Feelin the itch again

Over this past summer, I've learned some new things about myself, but none more surprising than the fact that I've fallen in love with modern art.
I've always liked art and I've always appreciated art, but over the course of the summer, I've developed a real fondness for modern art specifically. I'm not sure why, but I really latch onto these abstract, seemingly-pointless, strange and odd works of art that are almost entirely wrapped up in the artist needing an outlet to say something.
I would never consider myself an artist...not of art anyways, but when I redid my apartment, I created a space for myself that not only reflected a version of myself, but that would spur further creativity within myself. To anyone else, it was just redecorating my apartment, but for me, when I would walk in and was the only one there, it was mine. It was me.
And I think that's what I love about modern art. The idea that it's just the feelings and thoughts of the artist put into a tangible form and unless you're privy to the artist's concept and methodology, the art stays both locked and free. Locked in that the true meaning is locked up and free in that the viewer has the freedom to interpret it as they want.
So of the many things I learned about myself over the past few months, this is the thing that has most surprised me. When I get my own place again, whenever that may be, I'm excited to get my hands dirty to create a space again that is completely me.
All of this may sound very strange, but it's what I'm thinking right now. I'm ready to create again. I'm itching to create again really. So get ready because that usually means that something big is coming.