Showing posts with label TV. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TV. Show all posts

Friday, May 01, 2009

Three good ways to spend your time.

I have not been to the movies in an age...... ok, since January. But I miss it! I LOVE going to the movies.

Two that I am looking forward to:
MOON. This looks cold and scary and awesome. And I love Sam Rockwell.



Wolverine. Something completely different yes, but it just looks exciting. and muscley. :)



And in other news I am completely addicted to HBO's Deadwood.

Whoa it is good. I am not a big fan of westerns, as a rule. But this show is full of the most interesting characters. Hulu has all sorts of promo trailers for the show: Deadwood on Hulu.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

David Duchovny I love you

Can you tell I am on a gig where I have a fair amount of free time and not a ton of pals? hehe

Ya know how you put things in your Netflix queue and then just forget they are there until they arrive at your doorstep? I recently got Californication, a Showtime series featuring David Duchovny, a messed up alcoholic/sexoholic constantly trying to patch things up with his ex-wife and straighten his life out. The first couple of episdoes were full of nudity and gratuitous sex (hence the title), but if you make it past that, you are rewarded with a really touching show.... and David Duchovny is kind of a revelation. He has never been my favorite, but this is a role he was born to play: dry, witty, sharp, but broken and vulnerable while super-cool all at once. His relationship with his daughter is just so lovely to watch. And he makes me laugh out loud on a regular basis (the writers have something to do with this, I am sure, but its the delivery that gets me!). Anyway, I am putting it on my list of recommendations. Do it.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Thursday, May 24, 2007

my friend, the NY Times source



My friend Doug is wildly famous. Not only has he appeared....suave cuff-links and all... on a craft segment of the Martha Stewart Show, he is now a highly sought after source for the New York Times. That's right, the NEW YORK TIMES, people. Read it and weep....


Exhibit A:

FASHION & STYLE | May 17, 2007
Mr. Right, It Turns Out, Does Not Take Classes
By STEPHANIE ROSENBLOOM
It’s difficult to find a man in a course, since men think they know it all already, or should.


You'll find the reference on page two of this incredibly depressing article. This is like something straight out of Sex and the City.

Sex and the City - The Complete Fifth Season (ps. they call the fifth season "the one without the men".)

Basically, it explains yet another really good reason that meeting an interesting & available straight man... wait, let us not even use the "interesting" limiter... is kind of like finding a unicorn. If the women of Manhattan can't find them---these lovely talented women, who have the 3.8 million men there basically trapped on an island---then what hope is there?

But back to Doug. Doug is one of those great people in your life that, even if you may not talk to them for months, the moment you pick up the phone, it is like you spoke the day before. He is smart and funny and cultured and thoughtful. I can't say enough great things about my pal. AND now he is wildly famous, with reporters knocking on his door and university types calling for his expert opinion. And I knew him way back when...

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

A haiku for today.

Oh Six Feet Under.
Netflix brings you home to me.
Where is the postman?

Well my obsession with Six Feet Under is beginning to wane. NOT that I have stopped watching, mind you, but I no longer stand by the mailboxes, tapping my foot and checking my watch.
Six Feet Under - The Complete Fourth Season

Friday, May 11, 2007

On Death and Dying

I am not obsessed with death. Really. No need for concern. It does seem, however, that the topic has been popping up in my life lately. (And yes, I know I am watching Six Feet Under constantly, but that is just one of the symptoms... I was noticing this even before!).

Exhibit A:
My wonderful companion of nine years, Max, died in March. He was a gorgeous ginger cat... huge, warm and fuzzy... affectionate, full of personality. I know it has been a couple of months now, but I am still feeling this loss pretty acutely. I feel so lucky to have had him in my life.

Exhibit B:
On Easter Sunday I was singing a church gig and during the sermon, the preacher said, "What would you do if you found out you only had one week to live?" For some reason, this really got my attention, and I spent the remainder of the service daydreaming about this. Ultimately I decided I would use my impending demise to force all my talented friends to gather for an afternoon of beautiful music making. This answer rather surprised me. But I just kept thinking of all the music I would never hear again.

Exhibit C:
Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson
I just started reading "Tuesdays with Morrie," on the casual recommendation of a friend. This is a beautiful book. One of the major concepts is..."if you know how how to die, then you know how to live." More on this when I have finished the book.



Finally, Exhibit D:
Six Feet Under: Complete First Season (5pc)
The aforementioned Six Feet Under. In one episode, a crying woman says to Nate, "Why do we have to die?" and he says, "So we know that life is special." or something like that. It seemed pretty profound to me at the time. And now.

So what about all this? As cliche as it sounds, I guess as I get older I am realizing more and more my own mortality and that of those I love. Max's death was such a shock. I still can't really believe he is gone. I am becoming aware of what a short time we have here. What is really important? Why am I here?

More on this, I am sure...