Monday, January 30, 2006

More Accurate Titles for Various Seasons of MTV’s The Real World

Real World: Girls Gone Wild
Real World: American Stereotypes in Paris
Real World: I Totally Went to School with that One Chick
Real World: VH1’s The Surreal Life Casting Call
Real World: My First “African-American”
Real World: Learning to Love a Gay Guy, but Not In That Way, Man
Real World: Some Bars and Jails*

* applies to most seasons

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

The Windy Apple

Today's been amazing weather in New York: started out this morning extremely windy and blustery, with rain shooting sideways and everyone's umbrellas being turned inside out. Now it's chilled off and maybe will snow this evening.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Eat the movie, drink the steak, watch the wine.

Springlike weather in New York, the bus runs by my window, the Empire above.

Watched, the last three nights, the PBS Country Boys documentary, by David Sutherland. Very good, and the title song, by Ray Riddle, has been stuck in my head since.

This weekend's a long weekend, due to MLK Day, and I think I might paint my living room. We never had MLK Day in high school, Catholic High School for Boys, because Father Tribou said,

"Boys, we won't be off on Monday for Martin Luther King Day because I think if Dr. King were alive today he'd want you in school and not sitting on your butts at home."

If you'd like to observe MLK Day with a little reading, I'd suggest his Letter from a Birmingham Jail, or "Why We Can't Wait." It's really amazing and stirring and call-to-arms.

Enough for this evenin'.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Yesterday looking out my window in the morning I saw a clutch of birds wheeling in the wind. They flipped like a snapping, whipping flag that's black on one side and white on the other, all together, about twenty birds or so, above a church.

I saw a movie last night called Rize, by David LaChapelle (not Dave Chapelle), who usually takes fashion photos for mags like Rolling Stone. It's about the ghettos in LA, and this new style of dance called "krumping." It was really poignant and beautiful and cool - the dancing is amazing - and I was surprised that LaChapelle displayed such empathy and a deft touch.

I haven't posted here in awhile because I don't want to write things on this blog if they're totally me-centered & pedestrian.