12.20.2009
The best thing ever just happened to me. I've been working on this stupid, stupid paper that is totally going to suck even though I've spent half my life on it. Anyway, I'm sitting at my desk in my old bedroom at home, and my mom just called up the stairs, "CC? Dinner's ready!" Dinner! Freshly made! Waiting for me on the stove! I love being home.
I refuse to believe that LFO was anything other than an ironic joke played on the US by the recording industry.
12.10.2009
Last night, I went to an on-campus sneak preview of the new movie musical Nine, which will officially open in a couple of weeks. I love musicals and I love free, so I was really excited to go. I was wary of Nine when I first read about it, because it's got a star-studded cast of people I didn't have faith in the singing/dancing abilities of. I was a little concerned that Kate Hudson was going to ruin the movie like she ruined Luke Wilson's life (ouch!), or that Penelope Cruz was going to annoy me beyond endurance. Because she does. (In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have been introduced to her via Vanilla Sky. That wasn't her fault. I should cut her a break. I did respect her in Volver, and in this one, too.)
But I really enjoyed the movie! Nine, which has been on Broadway a couple of times, is not the strongest musical, as source material. So the songs are okay -- appropriate to the characters but not awesome as stand-alones -- and the story, like 8 1/2, is more about impressions than narrative. But thanks to the director, cheorographer, editor, production designer, costume designer, and cinematographer, it's got a lot of style and flash. And there's good acting and singing, especially that Marion Cotillard. With whom I am just a little bit in love. In conclusion, three stars. But honestly, if you can barely stand musicals, this one won't change your mind.
In the auditorium, I was sitting around some of my film studies folk, and as soon as the credits started to roll, Jeremy turned to Takyuya and said, "That was horrible, wasn't it?" (That question was rhetorical.) Now, I ignore 40-60% of what Jeremy says, because he's 10 different kinds of snob. We're taking about a guy who once, upon taking leave of me at a party, bowed. Unironically. Bowed. As if being Belgian means that one lives inside a 18th-century royal court of one's own making. But Takuya -- who, despite being JAPANESE, has never bowed in my presence -- apparently agreed. When he asked me what I thought, and I said, "I really liked it!", Takuya nodded, paused a second, and patted me sympathetically on the back.
Later, Jeremy said to me, only half-kidding, "I think most film studies people would hate that movie. But, you know, it's really good that the program has diversity." To quote Ralph Kranden: One of these days, Jeremy -- TO THE MOON.
That was, I remember now, the second time that day I outed myself as a film studies outlier. Earlier that day, I was sitting with a fellow AmStud-Film student, Josh, and he was going on about Citizen Kane. I actually admire a great deal about that movie, but it can be really undynamic if you're not in the mood. Like if you're sleepy. So I said something like, "That movie can be so boring. Orson Welles? Just a fat man with a camera."
I'm gonna get myself put on film studies probation soon.
But I really enjoyed the movie! Nine, which has been on Broadway a couple of times, is not the strongest musical, as source material. So the songs are okay -- appropriate to the characters but not awesome as stand-alones -- and the story, like 8 1/2, is more about impressions than narrative. But thanks to the director, cheorographer, editor, production designer, costume designer, and cinematographer, it's got a lot of style and flash. And there's good acting and singing, especially that Marion Cotillard. With whom I am just a little bit in love. In conclusion, three stars. But honestly, if you can barely stand musicals, this one won't change your mind.
In the auditorium, I was sitting around some of my film studies folk, and as soon as the credits started to roll, Jeremy turned to Takyuya and said, "That was horrible, wasn't it?" (That question was rhetorical.) Now, I ignore 40-60% of what Jeremy says, because he's 10 different kinds of snob. We're taking about a guy who once, upon taking leave of me at a party, bowed. Unironically. Bowed. As if being Belgian means that one lives inside a 18th-century royal court of one's own making. But Takuya -- who, despite being JAPANESE, has never bowed in my presence -- apparently agreed. When he asked me what I thought, and I said, "I really liked it!", Takuya nodded, paused a second, and patted me sympathetically on the back.
Later, Jeremy said to me, only half-kidding, "I think most film studies people would hate that movie. But, you know, it's really good that the program has diversity." To quote Ralph Kranden: One of these days, Jeremy -- TO THE MOON.
That was, I remember now, the second time that day I outed myself as a film studies outlier. Earlier that day, I was sitting with a fellow AmStud-Film student, Josh, and he was going on about Citizen Kane. I actually admire a great deal about that movie, but it can be really undynamic if you're not in the mood. Like if you're sleepy. So I said something like, "That movie can be so boring. Orson Welles? Just a fat man with a camera."
I'm gonna get myself put on film studies probation soon.
12.03.2009
I had planned to submit a full draft of my 2nd piece for the Paley Center this week. On Tuesday, I had the whole day to hammer my outline into some serious paragraphs, and boy did that not work out. I stared at my outline, stared at the blank page. Stared at my outline, stared at the blank page. Wrote three really bad sentences. Stared at my outline some more. Laid down and waited for death to come. (Unfortunately, it did not.) Ate a snack. Stared at my outline some more. Etc. In the end, 6+ hours investment converted to 2 1/2 pages of hieroglyphic spume.
I believe I just coined a phrase.
Had to do classwork all day yesterday, but I have no more excuses now. I cannot express how much I do not want to type these words, but I must go: back to work.
Had to do classwork all day yesterday, but I have no more excuses now. I cannot express how much I do not want to type these words, but I must go: back to work.
12.01.2009
In response to comments from previous post:
1. Sorry, Angela. I'm really bad at taking pictures. I don't know why I bought a camera. I should have taken pictures of the Asian people, the non-Asian people, and the mixed-breed dog, rather than just the table.
2. As Requested:
Sweet Potato Pie. Like Mom Used to Make. (Well, Still Does, Actually.)
1 unbaked pie crust (10 inch)
3 eggs, room temperature
1 1/3 cups of sugar
1/2 cup (1 stick) of melted butter
1 1/2 cups mashed cooked sweet potatoes
1 5-oz can evaporated milk
1 teapsoon vanilla
1 teapsoon cinammon
1 teapsoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspsoon allspice
Directions: Preheat oven to 300 degrees. Beat eggs till fluffy. Add sugar, melted butter,and sweet potatoes. Mix thoroughly. Beat milk til foamy and fold into mixture aling with vanilla and spices. Pour into pie shell and bake for 50 to 60 minutes.
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