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WORD OF THE YEAR JOURNALS
First of all, thank you for all your plethora of suggestions about what to sell on my etsy store. I think there are some awesome ideas and I will try most of them, slowly. Last week, I was lying in bed when the idea for this book came to me. I loved making my december daily book and recently I was looking at creative therapy catalyst book and realizing that it was my art journal for the year and I loved it so much. So I decided to make those for my store. My word for 2010 is LOVED and I love the idea of having an art journal dedicated to my word of the year. I love how beckoning this cover is for me. How it already makes me feel loved. So I decided to make custom journals. Covers. The inside pages are for you to fill. If you really want one with inside pages, let me know and we can discuss. I really enjoy making these and thought maybe people will like having them. So, here they are: custom word of the year journals. More detailed photos there. Hope you like them. ETSY STORE - NEED YOUR HELP
So have I mentioned that I love Rebecca Sower? And I love the art tags I've been doing all year? I have? Yes, I know. There's something about Rebecca's art that speaks to my soul. I can't even put my finger on what it is. But each time I look at it, I fall in love with the fabric, with the art, with the stitching.
So I was telling my sister a few months ago that I want to make these amazing pieces, too. I know they will never compare to Rebecca and they might not turn out all that amazing but I am ok with that, I want to try. And since I need a reason for doing everything I do, I told her that maybe I'd open an Being the amazing person she is (and she is so amazing) my beautiful sister went and bought me a ton (and I mean a TON) of amazing things. Fabrics, beads, metal embellishments, sequins. Let me show you some of them: Aren't they amazing? And this is not even all. There's fabric. Stunning fabric. And sequins. Felt. And so much more. So now I have these amazing goodies. I am scared of not doing them justice. Not doing my sister justice. (She packed all of this stuff into tiny little bags, neatly packed into a 30lbs box and shipped it all the way from Turkey.) I want to dig into them. I want to make things. Conquer the fear. Find the joy. So here's where you come in. I need ideas. What kind of things do you think I could make? What are things you might like to buy? This is no commitment to buy anything, I would never expect that, I just need some ideas. Some encouragement. If you have some ideas about the kind of things you have seen that you like, things that you think I could try to do, I would be very grateful. Thank you. DEAD POET'S SOCIETY
Back when I was filling college applications, a common question I had was, "What's your favorite movie?"
Dead Poet's Society. That was, and still is, and likely will forever be my favorite movie. I have seen many other movies that I loved. But none has come near this one. This movie touches my soul and reminds me of so many important things: Make your days count. Your time on this earth is limited. Sooner than you think, it will all be over and you'll be food for worms. How are you going to make your days count? Make your life extraordinary. Change your perspective. Look at things from a different point of view. Things don't look the same everywhere. Don't think about what they are thinking. What are you thinking? Don't let your poems be ordinary. They can be about simple things. Yet they can still be deep. Just don't let them be ordinary. What will your verse be? Find your own way of walking. Don't imitate others. Make up your own way. Find your walk. Learn to think for yourself. And now that I am a mother, I see deep, poignant points for parenthood. Sometimes your kids think everything inside them is worthless and embarrassing. Sometimes it's not just when you're kids. But during those early teenage years, this fear can be paralyzing. It is so strong and it should not be ignored or not taken seriously. It is real. Listen to your kids. Let them show you who they are. Don't chalk it up to passing whim. Look for the passion. Believe it. Let them see your faith in them. They might be young but they are not stupid. They deserve your respect. Your kids are not here to live the life you imagined. Don't put pressure on them. The sacrifices you made were your choices, not theirs. They are here to live their own life. Make their own choices. Walk their own path. Let them. Even better, hold their hand. Support them. I think in so many ways, teenagers are more fragile than babies. And yet we don't remember that. We take care of babies so diligently. But we are often infuriated with our teens. I truly hope that I can remember this when my kids are teenagers. A teacher can make a permanent different in your kid's life. Choose your kid's teachers carefully. And be thankful for the good ones. They are rare. Very rare. All from a two-hour movie. How could it not be my favorite? All I needed to hear was in the first fifteen minutes: seize the day. MORE PAINTING
Here's the current state of the painting I posted before. See the resemblance? Me neither. PAINTING
I was lucky enough to sign up for Paulette's Organic Dimension class and I absolutely love the way she teaches. I have never ever taken a painting class before but I've always wanted to do it. So here's step one. This is class one. Already enjoying myself and enjoying the process. RECLAIMING A SONG
A few years ago, I wrote about how music
gets intertwined with memories. There are thousands of songs that
within seconds transport me a certain time, location, and emotion. Once
a song is infused with a certain feeling, it's pretty much impossible
for me to disassociate it ever again.
But not fully impossible. There's a Dixie Chicks song that I used to love. I was listening to it on continuous repeat for a few weeks. It just turned out that I also had some things happening in my life that were less than ideal and beyond my control at the same time. So, pretty quickly, this song got entangled with the situation and got associated with very sad and frustrating feelings. Months passed and I still could never listen to this song without reliving the events of that time and I quickly started avoiding the song. Which really bummed me out since it was a fantastic song with amazing lyrics that would have otherwise made me feel stronger and inspired. Last night, on my way home, the song came up on my ipod and, to my surprise, instead of the typical resentment, I felt the sense of strength and empowerment I had felt before the song had gotten associated with the sad events. I had finally completely given up my resentment and finally moved on so it allowed me the space to reclaim the song that I loved. What a great way to feel the power of closure. HOPE IN A BOX
The complex where I live has a small movie theater and they show movies twice a week for free. One of last week's movies was The House of Sand and Fog. I haven't read the book and I knew the plot was depressing so I hesitated a lot but in the end, I went. I don't want to give away anything in case you are reading this and still plan to see the movie, but the basic point of the movie is that this woman's house gets seized because of some mail she never opened and another person buys the house with the intention of selling it at several times the price. The woman wants her house back but the new owner is unwilling to sell it back to the city at the price he bought it at so the two parties both become obsessed with the house which leads to all sorts of unfortunate events and a very sad ending. Both parties have their reasons for wrapping up large quantities of hope into the house and it affects their point of view so strongly that they can't see clearly. The movie is an interesting moral dilemma and I don't want to talk about which side was right because I know that the original novel goes a lot more in depth as far as the backgrounds of each party and their motivations behind wanting the house. What amazed me was how one thing can distort our lives so drastically. No matter how sensible a person is, some weird event can turn the person into an unreasonable being. We take our hopes and dreams and realize them in a single material thing. Suddenly that one job is the answer to all of our problems. Or that one partner. That one car. The house. That piece of clothing. It's a must and there are no alternatives. That's what we've been waiting for all along. The fact is, no one thing will ever solve all of our problems and no one thing is the answer to our future happiness. We, as humans, adapt amazingly quickly and what seemed crucial in one moment becomes ordinary the next. As soon as we achieve, or purchase, it, it loses its value. Now we want the next thing. We lose perspective so quickly. The movie made me want to teach myself that no one thing in life is so important. There are and always will be other alternatives. There's no one dream man, no one dream job, no one dream house. Sure some jobs are better than others for me and some houses are more to my liking than others. But if I miss out on the one I wanted, there's always another somewhere else within my reach. There's no reason to get so caught up in this particular one. None is worth ruining my life over. None is worth losing my sense of self over. I'm all for trying my hardest to get something that I value. But I think it's crucial to keep it all in perspective. ETERNAL SUNSHINE
Warning: If you haven't seen Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind yet and plan to see it, you may not want to read my thoughts on the movie until after you've seen it. Jake and went to see Charlie Kaufman's new movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Since I have seen several of Kaufman's movies and have enjoyed all of them on some level and I've also been a longtime fan of Jim Carrey I knew I was likely to enjoy this movie. What I wasn't prepared for was how much it touched me. Before I went to see it, I already knew the pretext of the movie but I was slightly misguided. All the text I read said that the movie was about two people who were in love and then break up and the woman has the man erased from her memories and he starts to do the same but changes his mind knowing he could have another chance with her since she doesn't remember him anymore. I think that could also have made a good movie but this movie was slightly, albeit significantly, different. While it's true that Carey doesn't want them to erase his memories, they do get erased. All of them. And at the end, both characters are starting over. Neither of them have the memories of the relationship. Besides the beautiful imagery and the touching romance, the most interesting part of the movie is the very end. When both characters find out how they end up after having just re-met (even though, they think they met for the first time) they have a decision to make. "Do you go into a relationship even if you know how badly it ends?" Do you go into it knowing it will end? Knowing you will say mean, hurtful things about each other down the line? Do you do it even when you have evidence it won't last? I've written about changing the past and about selective memory so it shouldn't surprise you that the questions above might fascinate me. I've also been in relationships that didn't end so beautifully or ones where there was too much pain. People have often assumed that I would have preferred never to have gotten into those relationships. People have even told me I had made a mistake. Knowing the ending, the pain, the anger, the sorrow, would I have chosen not to date the person at all? You might be shocked to know the answer isn't an easy, "No." I can't say that it's a decided "Yes" either. Despite the ending and the terrible moments, there also were euphoric moments. There was kindness, joy, laughter, and love. There was learning and growing. Even if I may know how the relationship ended, I wouldn't know what kind of person I would be had I chosen a different path. And I guess I always opt to take the known over the unknown. At least this way, I can come up with a plan. I also think that besides forgetting unpleasant moments in our lives, we have a lot of faith in our ability to not make them reoccur. We fool ourselves into thinking we can change people. We can change situations. We can break habits. Given the chance to do it over again, we can make it work. The ending made me wonder whether they chose to be together despite the fact that they knew it wouldn't work or because they decided it would be different this time around (more of the former, I think). It's amazing how many of us make the same mistakes over and over again. What if I knew my marriage would end badly? What if I knew all the terrible fights to come? Would I choose to never get married? Would I get out of the relationship now? What if I had forty years of bliss and wonderful memories with my husband and then two years of terrible fights in the end? What's the point at which it's best to have never gotten involved? How many bad memories does it take to make the good ones worth erasing? I guess I don't have the answers, just more questions. Maybe that's why we don't know the future and why we don't get the choice. FALLING IN
When I go to the movies, I like to sit in one of the first five rows. Not the first or second row since that hurts my back but as close up as I can without damaging my neck or eyes. Most people I know like to sit in the middle or at the back. When my mom and I go to the movies, we sit in different spots. Jake used to like the middle, as well, but now he sits up front with me. I think he might have even grown to like it. When you go to a movie and sit at the back of the theater, you watch the movie. But when you sit up close, something magical happens, you experience the movie. Well, maybe you don't. Maybe all you get is a headache. But I do. For the next hour or two, I fall into the world of the movie. I feel like I am watching the movie from inside, as if I am in the living room with the characters. As if I can touch the emotions in the room. For the duration of the film, I am no longer present in my world. I am fully and completely in the movie. This might explain why I refuse to watch horror movies. You might think I've lost my mind. But the same thing happens to me when I read. The first fifty pages of a book feel like I'm reading it and the rest feel like I'm living it. I am right there with the main character. The people's lives mix in with mine. I wake up in the morning and wonder about them. I feel like I know them. I fall into the book. Maybe this happens because I tend to read books in large chunks of time. I will sit and read for five hours straight. During such a long time, it's easy to leave my world and fall into theirs. When I finish the novel, I miss the people in them. It takes a few days for the effect to ware off. Until I realize that it was a book. A world constructed in the writer's imagination. In my imagination. That's why I love reading. That's why I love the movies. I get a tiny opportunity to glimpse into someone else's life. To suspend mine for a brief period. To experience life as I might never get to. It's a momentary escape. But it's so much more. Next time you go to the theater, try sitting up front. Row four is my favorite. Let yourself go. Try falling in. And let me know how it goes. CREATIVITY
I've always wanted to be more artistic. My mom can draw beautifully and at seventeen earned a scholarship to study art in Italy, but chose to marry my dad instead. I remember getting really upset when she told me that. She noted that had she made the opposite choice I might not have been around. Fair enough. It still made me sad that coming out of this creative and capable a mom, I couldn't draw to save my life. In my experience creative people are never creative at just one thing. They may have an area of strength, whether it be painting or sculpture or saxophone, but they just think creatively. They look at life creatively. My mom has had over ten unrelated creative jobs in her lifetime. She can look at an empty space and imagine something there. Her head is a box of ideas. A desire to appear more creative was what originally brought me into computers. Maybe I couldn't draw to save my life but if I could get the computer to draw for me, wasn't that also creative? In high school, I dreamt of working in big art galleries in Italy, renovating masterpieces. If I got really good at computers, I had a chance getting in that environment. I craved that environment. Over the years, I've thought a lot about my pull towards creativity. Creative people represent so much of what I am not. People who are expressive. People who are comfortable in their own skin. People who live life day in and day out. People who define their own life. At least, that's how I see it. For me, the difference is between living life and going along with it. I was browsing through the Burning Man installations and feeling utter joy at the fact that these things exist. That people create works of art. That they add to the beauty of the world. That they have the guts to do what they love. To explore. To express. I guess being creative represents so much more to me. It represents freedom. A form of freedom I've always wished to achieve. I CAN'T WRITE
About four years ago, I decided I wanted to write a novel. I honestly can't remember where the original idea came from and why I thought it was a good one. Since English isn't my first language, I decided that my first step should be to perfect my grammar. I scoured the web sites and the bookstores. I read everything I could. I took notes. It appears good grammar doesn't make you a good writer. I moved on to the writing books. I researched what people recommended. You name it, I read it. From the cheesy, encouraging to the step-by-step, practical. I spent my free minutes devouring the books, trying to motivate myself. I read so much that I had no time to write. It appears reading books on writing doesn't make you a good writer, either. I then joined a few online writing groups. I signed up for some of the classes. I wrote my first paragraph. I posted it online and waited anxiously for other people's feedback. I reread my paragraph hundreds of times. I refreshed the screen at least ten times a minute. I analyzed the reviews. If they said good words, I figured they must be unqualified to judge fiction. If the words were harsher, I was convinced those people were the people to trust. Somehow, self-deprecation didn't work, either. I chose a few of my closest, most productive, most determined writing buddies and we started a small novel-writing team. I was scheduled to be in Japan for work and I had my nights and weekends to myself. If all this free time didn't do it, nothing would. We each followed the same steps and promised to post about a chapter a week. It started with good intentions. Out of the six of us, only two people actually finished their novel in those six months. Time wasn't the problem. Defeated, I signed up for a real-life course at NYU. I also decided to start fresh and worked on my second novel during the course. If my first one never got completed, that was okay. That one was not good anyhow. The course was three months long and I wrote what I had to for each assignment. Not a word more, not a word less. In reading my writing, my teacher didn't cry out "Wow, where have you been all these years?" but she also wouldn't tell me how much I sucked so I'd be put out of my misery. The published teacher or the "real" writing class didn't do the trick. So I stopped writing. I put the novels aside. I didn't have time. I just wasn't good at writing and that was that. It was pointless to pursue something that just wasn't meant to be. I put it out of my mind. Or so I thought. Two days after I quit, I woke up with thoughts of my third novel. An idea that had come to me whilst I was writing the second one. I dreamt about the new book three days in a row. I went back to my old writing and realized I'd written over 40,000 words on my first novel and at least half of that on my second one. Neither of them are enough for a novel and most of the writing does truly suck. But it all comes down to one fact: I want to do it. I like to write and it makes me happy. So I needed to find a way to keep writing fiction. And two days ago it hit me: Maybe I could stop thinking that I sucked and actually sit and write everyday. Maybe the little voice in my head was doing more damage than all the bad critics in the world. Maybe it didn't matter how bad I was as long as I did write and had a good time. Just maybe. RICHTER AT THE MOMA
CREATIVE IMAGINATION
I never see a movie without reading the book first. COLOR
I'm taking a graphic design class this semester. TV
I watch every show on TV. UNINSPIRED
I'm not a good fiction writer. TV AND ME
I've been meaning to write. THE BIG PRIZE
The New School Drama School has a very popular program called Inside the Actor's Studio. Yesterday's show was a rerun with the guest as Kevin Spacey. ART APPRECIATION
I've always favored high Renaissance art over most other periods. AT THE MUSEUM
Some things are best done alone. MAKING MOVIES
This was an imaginary compilation that I was assembling in my head; all my happiest and proudest moments, cut together into a five-minute edited greatest hits of my life. BEYOND ORDINARY
I've always enjoyed classical music and I love the opera. But I never really liked the ballet. PERFECTION
I'm not a perfectionist. Doing the number of things I do each week, it'd be impossible for me to be anything less than miserable if I were. For the longest time, I'd feel shitty about not being able to speak more than two languages fluently. It might sound stupid to someone who doesn't speak any foreign languages, but I grew up bilingual, mostly. My parents have always spoken French and Turkish to me. I've studied many languages. By the time I came to the United States, I had studied German, English and Italian in some form or another. I've never officially studied French, though, and after I came here, each time I brought up the subject of taking Italian, my dad would say that I should first learn French. He figured if I couldn't speak it perfectly, it doesn't count. For the longest time, I agreed with him. Even though I'd already started learning sign language, I felt frustrated and didn't know which language to concentrate on first. And then I went to Japan. I started learning Japanese and I loved it. I also decided it was better to speak seven languages half-assed than to speak three perfectly. So now, I study a language for as long as it's fun and I don't worry about how well or, not well, I speak it. I'll take more French classes when I'm good and ready, dammit! Talking to my friend, Cheryl, tonight, I realized that I categorize the things I do into two categories: ones where I am a perfectionist and ones where I'm not. I'm a perfectionist at my job. I try to give it one thousand percent. I figure since it's my main field, I should be the best at it that I can be. I'm a perfectionist with my relationships. With my family and Jake and even my friends, I try really hard and beat myself up when things go wrong. I'm a perfectionist with school. I work hard and attend all my classes. I spend umpteen hours studying to get a good grade. But mostly to learn. But there's a long list of things where I don't feel the need to be a perfectionist. I feel it's okay for me not to be flawless with the saxophone, even though my teacher would claim otherwise. Actually, I don't feel the need to be perfect at most arts, like design, drawing, and architecture. Okay, maybe not that long. About two years ago, I decided to take up writing. And I've struggled since day one. I continuously thought that I sucked and the act gave me about equal amounts of grief and pleasure. I kept agonizing. I kept stopping and restarting. Tonight I realized why. Being an okay writer isn't fine with me. I want perfection. And, unfortunately, there's no shortcut to perfection. Previously? Introvert. A NIGHT AT THE OPERA
My friends, Natalia and Akshat, and I went to the opera tonight. Natalia goes to the opera pretty much every other week and this was Akshat's first time. While I'm nowhere near Natalia's extreme, I've seen quite a few operas. As we sat in at the Metropolitan, Akshat asked about the average age of operagoers. In my experience, the average age of opera viewers is in the forties. We tried to delve into the reasons of the lack of interest in younger people and we came up with some theories. The first issue that sprang to my mind is the cost. Good seats at the Met can go upwards of 150dollars. Natalia, rightfully, noted that our seats were a mere 25 dollars. Which might not sound high compared to the 150dollar Orchestra tickets, but 25 bucks is still quite a lot of money for some people. Even if the opera were free, I still don't think it would be popular among teenagers. I'm not exactly sure why. I can think of a few possibilities, but nothing that I can put eloquently enough to say (as opposed to my regular level of eloquence here). If we were to start stereotyping enough to say teenagers don't like opera, we could also say the same thing about men. Most shots of men at the opera imagine the wife crying and the husband trying not to snore too loudly. Obviously those are just stereotypes. But even stereotypes exist for a reason. Almost every single opera has a ridiculously tragic and predictable plot. Here's a run down of tonight's plot: Gypsy puts a spell on man who has her killed because of it. Gypsy's daughter wants revenge and grabs one of the sons of the man to burn him at the fire the gypsy was burned at. The daughter makes a mistake and burns her own son and so she keeps the other one and brings him up as if he were her own. The man has another son who grows up thinking his brother is dead. The other son is in love with this woman who, of course, falls in love with the brother. The man finds out about the woman loving the brother and after a lot of hoopla, the woman they were in love with drinks poison to sacrifice herself. So the son kills the brother and then the gypsy's daughter tells him that the man he just killed was his brother. Tragedies galore. (the met's synopsis in case mine left you extremely confused.) So I can't imagine anyone watches an opera for the enticing story, and from the seats we had the set is almost invisible. People look no bigger than ants. The only thing left is the music. I'm not sure why others love or hate the opera, all I know is that I love it. I always have. The music pierces through my soul. I apologize if it sounds cheesy, but it really does. I feel totally engulfed and overwhelmed by it. To me, opera is magic. Previously? Motivations. MIND YOUR DAMN MANNERS!
If I haven't mentioned earlier, my mom came to visit last weekend. Since I am unable to fly, she took the eleven-hour trip from Istanbul to New York. This inability to sit on a plane extends to other annoyances. For example, my back doesn't allow me to visit a museum with her. I can't go shopping either. All we could really do outside is eat and go to the movies. Only cause the theater is close to my house and I could return home if needed. So we went to the movies last night. To be totally honest, it was a stupid movie, but still, I never realized how much we depend on people's manners. The couple sitting next to me must have confused the dark setting and Jennifer Lopez's soothing voice (or whiny as the case may be with her) for their own living room. They kept chit chattering and giggling throughout the movie. After a half hour of this maddening whispering, I turned to the guy and asked him to please stay quiet. I normally hate people who do that but it was truly unbearable. So the couple practically ignores me and within a few minutes, I am fuming. I ask him to please shut up and he says that if I'm not happy I can move somewhere else. Which is when it hit me that there was absolutely nothing I can do. If the guy wanted to be a totally jerk and talk throughout the entire movie, I have no capacity to stop him. If this were a classroom, the teacher would act as the chaperone. In a museum, we have guards. In the library, librarians. But no one in a theater. If the guy had turned really obnoxious, I probably could have called someone to kick him out, but there is nothing I can do unless the actions are totally out there. Before last night, I never realized how much we rely on people self-policing their manners. The only reason we don't act rude in public is cause we think we shouldn't. Amazing how often that is enough. And I am really glad it is. Oh and I passed the Japanese test that I took in November, so I rule! Previously? Heart. DARE TO LIVE
Sunday, my mother and I went to see Sweet November. I'm not going to talk about how the trailers give away everything or about Keanu's lack of acting ability. If you've seen the movie trailers, you know that Charlize Theron's character asks Keanu's character to live with him for one month so she can let him out of the "box" he lives in. She lives a more liberated life and wants to help him achieve the same. Charlize is lovely. People love her, she's kind, she never works (at least not during the movie) and she does whatever she feels like. As the trailers showed, Charlize's character is sick. Very sick. Which, of course, led me to think, how come we only let go when we've got no hope of living? Maybe it is just in the movies. But when I think of my life and the people surrounding me, I can't see one example of someone who truly does what he or she wants to be doing. Most of my acquaintances work too hard, too many hours in a job they don't like. When I tell people that I work part-time the first thing most of them say is, "Oh I wish I had that deal." But they can. Of course they can. At least most of them. But they're too scared to ask. Just like I'm too scared to go off and live on a farm. It seems the rewards are only valuable when the risks are not so high. If I know I'm only going to live fie more years, I'd live my life totally differently. I wouldn't work so hard, I'd probably still program but mostly for myself. I'd stop trying to lose weight. I'd call my friends more often and spend more time getting to know them. I wouldn't let any criticism get to me. I would travel to Antarctica and pet the penguins. (Well, they wouldn't bite me if they knew I was going to die, would they?) I would go skydiving. What would you do if you only had a few years left? Previously? Blah. MMMM CHOCOLATE
Jake and I went to see Chocolat last night. I'd read the book during Christmas and knew it would make a good Valentine movie. When I saw Shine a few years ago I thought the very same thing that I thought last night. It's a shame parents feel the need to impose their choices onto their children. Both extremes of this need bother me. One, as the case was last night, is when the mother feels uncomfortable and decides it's time to move on regardless of the child's feelings about the matter. The other, which is sometimes more severe in my opinion, is when the parents live vicariously through their children. Take a mother who wanted to be a ballerina as a child but somehow never got to fulfill that dream, and you can be sure she's making her kid take ballet classes. I just hope that when I have children, I will be more considerate of their feelings. I know there are times when things are unavoidable and I know that most parents don’t consciously hurt their children, but I just hope that I will be more aware. Maybe that's one of the reasons I work hard at not having regrets. I really hope I can raise my kids by paying attention to their own personalities and wants and needs. The other interesting detail I noticed in the movie was a major change they added into the screenplay version. The Count, who is the mayor of the town in the movie, is the parish priest in the novel. In the book, he's the only character associated with the church (directly that is, all the other characters do go to church). In the movie version, there is a young parish priest and, if I'm not mistaken the Count helps him out but is not the religious figure himself (the Count is quite religious, but he's not the priest in the movie). Without giving away too much of the story I'll say that this young priest is totally different in personality that the Count. The reason this made such a strong impact on me is that when I read the book, I got a very negative impression of the church and religion in general. Since the Count was the only one (actually in the book, his father plays a much bigger role in this matter as well) who represented the church, his negative personality and anger reflected upon religion, in a way making religious people seem close-minded and hateful. In the movie version, the young priest's existence took away the relationship between negative personality and religion. I assume the distinction was made consciously and, even though I'm not particularly religious, I applaud the change. I can't be sure if the writer has anything against the church itself, but I'm confident that some readers could have easily interpreted her book that way. I don't appreciate sweeping generalizations of any kind. To say all gypsies are bad is the same as saying all conservative people are narrow-minded. Until you meet every single person in a "category" you can not make judgements a group of people. Every single human being is different and should be given credit as such. All that from a movie about Chocolate. Previously? Damn Sheep. SELECTIVE MEMORY
If you've been here before, especially lately, you might be aware that I seem to be hostage to severe mood fluctuations lately. Or maybe you have been here before and you're just not very insightful. Either way, Jake's had to work a lot lately due to some major changes in his job setup, so I've been having a lot of time to myself. Which, considering the aforementioned shifts in emotion, is not a particularly healthy thing. So today, in an attempt to keep my mind busy, I went through the mp3 archives on my machine and clicked on random songs. If a picture is worth a thousand words, a tune must be worth a thousand memories. With the fist few notes of each song, I was transported somewhere in my past. During high school, I spent a good three months desperately trying to memorize the dates of the wars the Ottoman Empire won and the agreements that resulted from these bloody messes. While I failed that class twice, I can easily recite you every word of every song I listened to back then. Not just the Turkish ones, either. I can spew out English, Italian, French and any other language, anything but the dates or names of those stupid agreements. Not only can I remember the words to the songs but I also have specific scenes attached to each and every song. Even the ones I hated. The ones with painful memories. The ones that still make me cry. The ones that make me want to pick up the phone and call a friend with whom I should have kept in touch. (Ironically, I also remember all the phone numbers.) I can tell you where I was when I listened to it. Who I was with and how I felt. So I decided to conduct an experiment. In an attempt to prove I'm not the only freak who remembers lyrics over historical dates and also to have some fun, I'm collecting evidence. If you care to entertain me and maybe help out restore some of my sanity, send me the title and singer of a song that, within the first ten or twenty seconds, causes scenes to replay before your eyes. I also want to know something about the memory. The amount of detail you choose to share is totally up to you. I'll put up a page with everyone's replies, so if you have a web page, make sure to list it in your mail so that I can link to it. What are you waiting for? Tell me! Previously? Destruction. ART CHAT
Mmmm. My mommie sent me some marrons glaces. Yummm.I had my last art class today. We had several student presentations. One girl picked hands as her topic. As she spoke I realized how much we convey through our hands. Some of the things she mentioned were really interesting. For example, how come we put our hand in our mouth when we're sad? We tend to inadvertently use our hands to symbolize our emotions. Think of when you're happy or sad or mad or excited. I remember when I took a public speaking class. The hardest part was to figure out what to do with my hands. We had another presentation about cultures influencing each other. For example, he mentioned how Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon was painted over when he was influenced by African Art. If you look real closely at the woman on the lower right, you can see clear marks of something that was originally there and then erased to be painted over. The idea that Picasso erased his own work and put a darker complexion on the woman on the left and the masks (very much a tradition in African Art) on the two women on the right is quite fascinating. One of the other students did her project on nudes. Her final image was Magritte's The Rape. What an amazing painting. Says so much, doesn't it? Talking about figuring out what to do with my life, my friend Natalia sent me the following quote from Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. "...we can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come..." MOVIES
If you've been reading my log for a while, you'd know that I usually have an excerpt section where I put small passages from books I've read or am reading. Lately, due to the volatile nature of my back, I've been forgoing that practice but in case you missed it, I wanted to mention that it's gonna come back real soon. I'm reading again and my back is getting better so I will be able to type soon. Today's all about movies. In the last week, I've watched The Sixth Sense, X-Men and The Myth of Fingerprints. All of which I found enjoyable and thought provoking. I don't watch horror movies. The last time I saw one, I was ten and my parents were divorced. I was in my father's house and my sister's friend was watching Happy Birthday To Me. I maybe saw three scenes but they were enough to give me nightmares for the next ten years. So I decided it wasn't a good idea for me to watch horror and I haven't watched a movie since. That's why I didn't see The Sixth Sense when it came out on theater. Little did I know that it really wasn't horror at all. Several months later, I made a friend explain the entire plot (including the major twist at the end) to me cause I knew I'd never see the movie and I was tired of hearing how awesome the ending was. Two weeks ago I convinced Jake to rent the DVD and we sat to watch it during the day (just in case it was scarier than people claimed). I knew the ending so I was watching for flaws and Jake was watching as a first time viewer. The movie was awesome and worth watching for both of us. For those of you who have seen it, the only potential flaw I saw was that Bruce's character's wife is cold at the end of the movie and the director claims that it's only cold when there are angry spirits around. Otherwise, all details were perfectly consistent. I loved how they used the red color as a symbol to represent the link between this world and the other and how beautifully they crafted each scene such that once you knew the ending you could go back and watch the entire movie again and not feel cheated. The neat thing about their twist was that it was the kind that allowed you to make such a choice. In Fight Club, once you learned the huge twist at the end, you couldn't go back and look for clues. In the book you could have but in the movie there was no way. That's only cause of the nature of the twist itself. Anyhow, if you still haven't seen The Sixth Sense, I totally recommend it and can say that it definitely wasn't a horror movie even though the music stresses you out the entire time. X-men is another movie I resisted seeing in the theater but for a different reason. I figured it would be a waste of 20 bucks. And it would have been. While I enjoyed the movie a lot, I don't know that it was worth seeing in the theater. The effects were fantastic and there was somewhat of a plot and it kept my interest the whole time. So if you are into those kind of movies, X-men is much better than the usual quality. I must say my first fascination with The Myth of Fingerprints was the name. What a neat title for a movie! Jake refused to see it in the theater so I had to wait till my TiVo picked it as a recommendation. I know that this movie was a small budget, not hyped movie but I really enjoyed it. I thought the setting was beautiful, the cinematography was awesome and the some of the acting was amazing. Both Noah Wyle and Julianne Moore performed very well and the story was interesting to me. I've written before about how thanksgiving seems to be a time when most families get together and fight and this movie is exactly about that. It's the thanksgiving holiday of a dysfunctional family. It made me think a lot about why people have the hang ups that they do and how much we get influenced by our family members. I also wondered about my values and limits. Would I be able to stand up to my parents if I knew they did something wrong? In my case, I believe the answer would be yes cause I have a very communicative family and we have mutual respect, but there are so many families where the kids will never be able to go against their parents. Even when they are adults. The movie highlights some of these issues and it's executed beautifully. I'm glad I finally got the chance to see it. What was the last movie you saw that made you think? A DAY WITHOUT WEBLOGS
Due to World Aids Day, yesterday, karenika was honored to observe a day without weblogs. BOOK RESEARCH & MOVIES
I would like to have put a passage today but unless the stages of the pregnancy during the first and second trimesters are your area of interest, I can't imagine you'll enjoy what I post. I've been doing research for my novel. Between that and the unbearable hours of Japanese, I didn't actually have time to read a book. I've figured out that my biggest problem with this test is vocabulary. If you don't know what a word means, it's impossible to figure what preposition to use with it. The really frustrating thing is that I have no idea how to study for that. No matter how many words I memorize, there will be more on the exam. We watched Raising Arizona two nights ago. I know it's supposed to be one the greatest movies. I must tell you, I thought the movie is okay but it certainly wasn't anything amazing. The acting was fine but the story was stupid. I'm sorry but I just didn't get it. On the other hand, The 400 Blows, or with its original name, Les Quatre cents coups, was wonderful. It's about a 12-year-old boy who is very mischievous to compensate for the terrible life he has at home. The movie made me think a lot about my family and how lucky I was to have parents who actually cared about me and paid attention to my life and feelings. It made me take a moment to thank them for being as amazing as they've been. I love the recent HP ads about how amazon changed the way people shop. The one with the donut store where they talk about other people who enjoy the same type of donut is my favorite. I also like how they have many varieties. It stops them from getting boring and overplayed. So Bush, as expected, won. Tho, again as expected, we're nowhere near the end. We've got about two more weeks before the absolute deadline comes and I wonder who will actually decide the next president of the United States. Sorry I keep talking about it but it totally fascinates me. By this time next week, I will be done with my Japanese exam and will officially be in a one-month vacation from classes. Yeay! BOUNCE
I saw Bounce last night. If you haven't seen this movie and plan to, you might not want to read on. I don't think there are any major spoilers coming up but I can't be sure so I thought I'd warn you anyhow. A quick peek at imdb will let you know that it's about an advertising agent, Buddy, who gives his first class plane ticket to another passenger to do him a favor (and he wants to hook up with another traveler who's stuck in an airport hotel for the night). The plane crashes and everyone dies. (All this is in the preview, so no spoilers) Buddy goes through some personal crisis and then start looking for the other passenger's wife and family to subtly help them. As you might be able to guess, they fall in love, etc, etc. Let me get to my point. At one point Abby, the wife, tells her best friend that she doesn't want to be with Buddy she'd be with him cause her husband died and she doesn't want to be doing that. Her friend, quite wisely, says, "Whether it's Buddy now or another man one year later, you'll be with him cause Greg died." To me, that was one of the most brilliant lines of the movie, cause while her friend was totally right, I'd never thought about it that way. It made me realize how shortsighted I'd been. The movie sparked up a lot of interesting thoughts in me about how every single choice we make affects our life. Most importantly, the choices we don't make do, too. The path we decide not to travel and the options we pass on. Every single thing we do and don't do has a bearing not only on our lives but possibly on many other people's as well. Kinda freaky when you think about it... My friend, Steven, emphasized a sad fact about my personality, recently, when we talked about my upcoming Japanese exam. He asked, "So, what happens if you fail this exam?" "Nothing." "So what happens if you pass?" "Nothing." Talk about self-inflicted stress... FREQUENCY
Just finished watching Frequency. If you can get past the unbelievable parts, it's a neat story. It's like a long Early Edition episode with lots of twists and turns. Overall, a good Friday night movie. It does bring up some interesting thoughts about what would happen if you had the ability to change your past. Would you?Too tired to have pithy thoughts tonight. I think I am going to go to bed so I can get up and get some work done tomorrow. I have some strong opinions about what weblogs are and are not but I will have to save them until I have time to sit down and type legibly. Let me just say that no one is allowed to tell you what you can or should put on your web page. It's yours dammit. You get to decide all of its contents. WATCHING MOVIES
Last night, Jake and I watched Hoosiers. A movie about coaching with Gene Hackman in the lead role. If you're into sports movies, this is a true classic. It's well acted both by Hackman and Dennis Hopper. It talks a lot about how close minded people are in small towns, a major reason I like living in the big city.I spent the entire day writing my novel, literally. I started at 10am and wrote all the way till 5pm. It was draining but I wrote the most important chapter. I figure if I can write this chapter, I can write this book. So I think I can say that the day was successful. Yeay. We also watched Microcosmos an amazing movie about insects. If you like animals as much as I do, you can't miss this movie. I first saw it with my mother in London and I was so awestruck by it that I've been recommending it ever since. It's truly a work of art. Trust me, you'll love it. I was talking to a friend the other day about the elections and he mentioned how different life would have turned out if Nixon hadn't conceded in 1960. What would that have meant about Vietnam? Could Kennedy possibly still be alive if he hadn't been president? OPERA
Apologies for not having a book excerpt today, it's slightly past midnight and I just got home. I am really tired so you'll have to just have my thoughts for today.My excuse? I went to the Opera baby! Not just any opera, it was Carmen, the queen of operas. I'd seen Carmen many years ago in Turkey and loved it. It's a great opera to bring first-timers to since so many of the songs will sound familiar. Anyhow, it was magnificent and I'm glad I went. If you ever wondered where the ideas for soap operas came from, here's the culprit. When I was little, we never had subtitles in the opera. I would read the story and try to guess the point I was at. Three years ago, when I went to see my first Met Opera, La Traviata, I got to actually follow the story line by line for the first time. I bawled. I cried so hard that people were staring. Operas are so sad and they're always about love. But the pace of the change of emotion is almost hilariously fast. There's a scene where Don Jose says, "I will never leave you, Carmen. I will never leave you. All right, you win, I'm leaving." All in one breath. We watch these operas with awe and excitement and yet we laugh at the soaps? Sure sounds inconsistent to me. I stayed up till 2am last night. I heard Florida called for Gore, I heard it taken back. Jake woke me up at 3am, telling me that Bush won. I woke up at 6 to find out that Bush hadn't won, yet. This year's election is a historical one in so many ways that it was the perfect year to get obsessed with politics. This year, it all comes down to a single state. It possibly even comes down to the international absentee ballots in that state. We have a First Lady senator, a possible equality in the senate, a senator winning posthumously, and a case where the popular vote might be different than the electoral one. Too many incredible statistics all in one. How can you possibly not care? I'm just pissed I didn't get to vote. PERCEPTION
Today's class day, making it a day of several thoughts. Let's start with the art class. Let's talk nudity. We spent a while discussing paintings that make you want to look away. How different cultures react to nudity is interesting. How do you feel when looking at a nude piece? Does it help if the piece was by a really famous artist? What if you're in a gallery where you don't know anyone, does that change whether you look at it or not? Does it change how long you loot at it for? What if you're at the gallery with a lot of friends? What if these friends are artists? What if the painting is merely a close-up of a woman's crotch? Makes you think? So I hope.We also talked about perception. We looked at this wooden African piece where a woman sat kneeled. On top of her is a male figure. Many of us, who have been raised in a semi-Western culture, immediately assumed this to be a subservient position. Actually, in this example, the woman symbolized the woman as the higher being, the main cause of support. She's the source of power. Isn't it interesting how much we assume? Did I mention that there is no equivalent of "bless you" in Japanese? I have an issue with that. It's so weird to me that a society that places so much importance on being formal and correct and polite has no word for 'bless you'. Talk about cultural differences.... Tomorrow is vote-day. Please vote. I can't but if you can, please do. It makes a huge deal of difference, especially this time. THE MET
I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art tonight, for the first time ever. I've been to The Frick Museum several times and I love the collection there, but I'd never been to the mother of all museums before. And I've lived in New York for 4 years. The thing is, now I wish I'd never gone. The museum is so enormous and amazing and now that I know that (I mean I always 'knew' that but now I've actually seen how expansive it is)I can't stop myself from dying to go back. I have to see all of it. Awful.I went to the museum with my class and we looked at several pieces. We surrounded a painting and played a game called the Delayed Judgement Activity. In this activity, you reserve all of your judgement and make objective statements about the piece. For example, "This woman looks happy" is subjective while "This painting has four women and a man" is objective. So we went around three times and tried making our statements as objective as possible. The neat thing about the activity is that it's a group-activity. One person makes a statement and we all ponder whether that's really objective or not. This process causes each observer to notice things that she or he hadn't paid attention to before the exercise. The painting, therefore, completely transforms right before your eyes. It's really magical. By the way, the practice of separating objective from subjective is really difficult and requires a personal effort, especially when talking about an artistic object. NON-REPRESENTATION
In today's art class we discussed non-representation. The teacher showed an image by Piet Mondrian of a house and a tree by the river where everything as obvious since we had clear representation. He then moved to this image where it was quite obvious that the subject was a tree. And then we had this where the subject might be more questionable and this where we can no longer even claim the painting is about a tree. But it's interesting that starting with the first picture and having that as a reference, we kept seeing trees in all the canvases. By the way, the woman I mentioned last week, the non self-conscious one, is a nudist. And she's a therapist. I thought that might add a bit more color to her description. As I sat in class, looking at the modern paintings, I kept thinking about how unappealing they were to me. I've always been a fan of Renaissance paintings. I love studying them and finding out about the history and the time period and why the painter thought to put that specific image. The paintings of that period are all about symbolism and if you have studied some art history, you can know the story behind each symbol. To me, that's like sharing a secret between the painter and you. Even though, I know that everyone of that period knew the specific symbols, people who don't study art history don't know them and can't look for the specific clues, like the image of Michelangelo's face on the dead skin in The Last Judgement. To me, that’s like having a sneak peak into the painter’s mind. When I look at the modern paintings, I just don’t see that. I’m not saying that one has to, I’m just saying that I like to. SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS
Today's thoughts are revolving around two words. Both of which contain the word 'self'.First, self-consciousness. There is a lady in my art class who doesn't seem to have any of it. She speaks her mind loudly and most opinionatedly all the time. When a slide is shown, she'll say 'it sucks' even if the work is displayed in one of the local museums. It's not that she's standing up for herself, she's actually being obnoxious and calling other people's opinions wrong, etc. But the interesting thing is that the entire class is aware of this. We all look at each other each time she speaks in such a manner. It's so obvious to everyone that she's being rude that I always wonder why it isn't to her. Can she really not tell? Is it that she doesn't care? Or that she's totally unaware? As I live my life on this side of dangerously aware, I often find myself wondering about people who have overcome the trap of self-consciousness. Now onto the second word. Self-confidence. As someone who seems to have a collection of achievements and a total lack of self-confidence, I am interested in what makes people so self-secure. I certainly didn't lack any love, on the contrary, my family made me feel appreciated and loved at all times. They've told me repeatedly how proud of me they feel. Same for friends. I have a loving boyfriend with whom I've spent the last six years of my life and real dependable friends. What is the answer? What is it that I seem to be missing? The one thing that will make everything click and have me feel better about myself. How do some people turn out confident while others, like me, worry about every little thing? Is everyone secretly self-conscious? Sorry about all this self-pity. I guess thinking about my novel makes me ponder a lot about humankind and what makes it tick. PAY IT FORWARD
We just came back from Pay It Forward. I'd been looking forward to the movie ever since I read the book and even though they changed a million facts (for example the teacher is an African American in the book and he only has one eye) it was still the best movie I saw this year. Helen Hunt did an amazing job, as well as Haley Joel Osment and, of course, Kevin Spacey. As with all movies, I cried. The premise of the movie is so pure and well intentioned that you can't help but feel as you watch it. And it comes back to the good old question of Can You Save The World? The very idea of the answer being no makes me terribly unhappy. You can't give up. You really can't. If everyone stopped trying how would the world ever improve? Sorry to preach and meddle. Who am I to tell you what to do? But the thought of people not caring makes me so very miserable that I cannot not say a thing. Please try to think back to the thing that made you jaded and get rid of it. You really can make a difference. On so many levels. If we lose hope, what do we have left? Sorry, a little too carried away by the movie and the realm of possibilities. I think I'd better go to sleep. HASARDS OU COINCIDENCES
I've been thinking more about Istanbul and the changes it underwent. When I was little, we had one TV channel and one radio channel. Both of which were government regulated. I remember the time the second channel started, it was a huge deal. Now we have over a hundred channels and many European ones. We even have cable TV now. Same on the radio, hundreds of choices. I also remember when the first McDonalds opened here. Everyone was so excited. We all queued to get some. We used to have to call an operator to make international calls. We'd give them the number and they'd call us back when the connection was made. As of a few months ago, we even have a subway.The fast is over. Another year has passed. My mom and I watched a wonderful movie today called Hasards ou coïncidences by the famous Claude Lelouch. I had seen Les Uns et Les Autres by him many years ago and loved it. That movie is responsible for making me a huge fan of Ravel’s Bolero. It’s been a really long time since I watched an entire movie in French with no subtitles. I must say I suffered quite a bit but I did understand enough to make it all the way to the end. Gotta brush up on my French more. That’s another advantage to being home. I get to hear tons of it. If you do speak or understand French, I highly recommend the above two movies. Or many others by the same director. ME MYSELF I
I fly TOMORROW! Have I mentioned how excited I am? I am! Really REALLY excited! Tonight's the vice-presidential debate. No matter what the outcome, I'm sure this one's bound to be more interesting. Make sure to watch it. Just finished seeing Me Myself I, a British independent movie. I think. The movie is about a woman who gets to find out how her life would have turned out if she had accepted the marriage proposal of her ex-boyfriend. It's neat little movie and it has a feel-good ending. What I got out of it was that things end up just fine regardless of which road you pick. Life is what you make it. If you decide to be happy, you will be. It's all about the attitude, baby! Make your life what you've always wanted it to be. We just got phone spam. I've had many hangups and telemarketer calls before but I've never ever had anyone call me about a web site. Today's message told us to hurry up and grab names in the ".ws" domain before they're all gone. Weirdos. CLASS THOUGHS
Lots of thoughts today. I had a long day, starting with a 10am Art History class, moving on to a Japanese class, a chat with a Columbia Deaf Education professor, and ending with a Novel Writing class. In the morning class, two interesting things came up. One was the use of the word "primitive." Whatever the initial intentions, the word has evolved to have pejorative meanings. And, in this side of the world, is often used in conjunction with African Art and the likes of such. We were discussing how that's really a matter of judging and bias and prejudice and a student mentioned that it could also just be a means to categorize and asked what a more appropriate word would be. The teacher suggested primary as an alternative. It's interesting, to me, how we can easily refer to other culture's traditions, artwork, products as primitive without noticing that we're judging them with our word choices. The other topic of discussion that I noted to mention was about walking through a museum. A student asked the teacher if he knew any tricks about how to view an exhibition. The teacher said that in the cases of a special exhibition (which draws a larger crowd since those are only around for a limited time) it's a good idea to start from the end. This way you get to avoid the crowds and to look at things in a different perspective. He also advised looking at pieces which weren't surrounded by crowds. Paying attention to what others avoided. We also talked about whether people like or dislike listening to the audio information (which is available at some museums and it gives you detailed information about the piece, mentioning it's period and other historical facts). How do you like to visit a museum? Do you like people to tell you what the pieces mean or do you like to not know anything and just feel them? During my novel writing class, an interesting discussion surrounded the topic of dislikable characters. Would you read a book that had a protagonist you really hated? One that was truly evil? One that was immature? Why? What makes you come back and look for more? Are you only interested in characters you can relate to? All interesting questions for an author. I also noticed how I think about my novel all the time, unconsciously. As I was explaining my plotline and setting to another student in the class, I noticed that I was saying things that were new to me. It was as if I had figured out the purpose and the tone of the novel without realizing it. It seems I think about it even when I don't realize it. Why else would all these ideas roll of my tongue on the spur of the moment? SEPTEMBER 25, 2000
I took Carl's link from Harrumph and put my tagline on it: "Happiness is a frame of mind." It came out with: "The wealth is a field of the alcohol." I don't think this one needs any explanation!DHARM & GREG
If you've ever watched Dharma and Greg you might have noticed the vanity card that flashes on the screen for a split second at the end of each show. The only way to read these cards is to tape the episode and freeze frame at the exact point. Or you can go here and read them all. SPORTS II
We're watching Any Given Sunday. I always thought that only writers and actors put themselves out there to be critiqued by everyone. I would get frustrated when I read a negative review of a book I liked. I read somewhere that John Irving never reviewed a book without having read all other published works of the same author. How many critics do that, in your opinion? I think my answer would be: very few. People are so quick and excited to judge. I wonder why putting other people down gives us so much pleasure. Anyhow, my original point was about how people who play sports also put themselves out there to be freely critiqued. In the movie, they have a scene were Foxx's character is playing his first game and he throws up. Afterwards, he helps score a touchdown. That night, the TV stations only show the throwing up. I guess the rest wasn't sensational enough. Anytime someone's work is watched or read by public, we all feel justified in judging the person. While the rewards of public recognition might be immeasurable for some people, the more common bashing requires one to have a thick skin. These people have the impossible job of pleasing everyone. MBTV
I just love the Simpsons.Until this year, I used to watch at least 2 hours of TV every night. I can't seem to work without the TV on. I need the noise. I've been this way since I was a little kid. During college, people would come in and out of my room at all hours and point at the TV, which was located behind me, and ask why I watched an infomercial about a cooking instrument. I had no idea what actually played on TV at any moment, I just enjoyed the noise. Last December, I went to Japan for a six-month business trip. Going six months with no TV was a dreadful thought. Luckily, I have a portable DVD player and friends with tons of DVDs. I took over 60 movies with me. With the help of the movies and MBTV, I survived. Now that I'm back here and the new season's about to start, I'm wondering whether it's a good idea to return to watching all that TV. To be fully honest, the MBTV recaps are a lot more fun. DUETS
Last night, I went to see Duets with a friend. I used to not like Gwenyth Paltrow until I saw Sliding Doors which I recommend wholeheartedly. Last night's movie, however, wasn't all that amazing. While I wouldn't say it was a total waste of time, it just didn't do anything for me. I didn't feel like the movie explored some of the issues it wanted to as much as it should have. The relationship between Gwenyth's character and her father just got resolved after a five-minute conversation. I know a movie is only so long, but that was just way too unrealistic. My favorite character was the salesman and his wife. Either way, this is nothing more than a rental. ALMOST FAMOUS
We just saw Almost Famous and I would highly recommend it. It's the new movie by Cameron Crowe who made feel-good movies such as Say Anything, Singles and Jerry Maguire. Not to mention, the movie starred one of my favorite actors, Jason Lee.As with all of Crowe's movies that I've seen, I left the theater with a great feeling of happiness and ambition. I felt good and kind and powerful and kinda happy to be living. Cheesy, I know, but it's been a long week and I truly did enjoy this movie. I'm too tired to write more about it tonight, so go check it out and I will talk more about it later. Nitey Nite. EMMY
Oh, and the Emmy Awards are on tonight.DON'T GO AWAY
The awards were so bad that I couldn't get myself to watch the entire thing. It always makes me laugh when the TV person says, "Don't go anywhere, we'll be right back." Is there really anyone who stays just cause the chick on TV said so? Just wondering. BARE
Watching the MTV awards. I know I'm two days late. The Wayans brothers are truly awful. Not funny. Britney Spears must have decided it's not enough just to show your belly button anymore. She needs to bare it all. Scary and quite disgusting if you ask me. If it had any artistic value, I'd be fine with it, but it doesn't. None at all. The only person mildly entertaining so far has been Jim Carrey. I used to be a huge award-show fan. I remember when we used to stay up all night to watch the live Oscar awards in Turkey. It's all just gone downhill. REAL SHOWS
I missed the MTV video music awards but it makes no difference whatsoever. MTV will be rerunning the program on an hourly basis for the next several months. That's what MTV is all about: reruns.While on the subject of MTV, I'd also like to say that I hate the Real World. Actually I hate all 'realistic' shows including Survivor. I can't pinpoint the exact source of my dislike but I have a hunch it might have something to do with the extremely annoying people who like to be on the show. The subway station by my house has several exits. One of them always closes by 7pm. Night after night, I see people walk towards the door, after seven, and shake the chains. I wonder what they're thinking. Are they hoping the chains will crumble under the sheer force of their hands? Or do they think they can will the chains away? Humans are weird creatures. THE STORY OF US
Last night, we watched The Story of Us. The movie never did well in theaters and got quite bad ratings overall, but I liked it. I first saw it on one of my trips to Japan and bawled on the plane. Even though last night was my second time, I still cried during the last scene. I think the movie is a somewhat accurate depiction of how bad some marriages get. Anyhow, I enjoyed it and would recommend it. I would like to warn, however, that it is quite sappy.WOMAN ON TOP
Oh, btw, another movie following on the theme of "I am woman, hear me roar" is: Woman on Top. 2000 must be the year when women finally become independent. At least as far as Hollywood is concerned...WHIPPED - AFTER
We just saw Whipped and, as I suspected, it was awful. A great look at how pathetic some men are. The acting was worse than awful but the some of the scenes were sadly realistic. At one point, the guy sitting next to me actually said, "Thank God I'm gay." I kid you not. Here, in New York, it's pouring. What a great way to end a terrible summer. Weather-wise, that is. I sure hope it gets better tomorrow or it'll be kinda pointless to travel all the way to the Vineyard. Double Indemnity, on the other hand, was very good. My favorite part is where he says he couldn't hear his footsteps. I liked that image. WHIPPED
Gonna go see Whipped tonight. The sad thing is that I already know it sucks. I think that, after a long week, I just want to relax and see a totally stupid movie that doesn't require any mental capacity. I'm quite sure this one will qualify. ACE VENTURA
We're watching Ace Ventura: Pet Detective right now. It's definitely Jim Carrey's most hilarious movie ever. I liked The Mask, too, but it's nothing like Ace Ventura. My favorite quote is: "If I'm not back in five minutes... just wait longer!" It's a shame they had to go and ruin it.JETTA AD
Have you seen the recent Jetta ads? The one where the guy rushes into the house to pull his girlfriend out. She's painting her toenails and he grabs her and drags her out, all excited. Once in the yard, he shows her how the windows open at the push of a button. As he's excited playing with the automated windows, she goes back in the house, with that oh-men look on her face. It's such a great ad! Mostly cause, I think it represents the genders and their reactions so well.WOMEN WITH ATTITUDE
The latest trend of woman-with-an-attitude movies is quite interesting. If you've seen the previews for Coyote Ugly, Bring It On and Love and Sex, you'll know what I mean. Although I haven't had the pleasure of seeing Bring It On, yet, I've seen the other two and they were less about sex than the preview hinted. Actually the entire plot of Coyote Ugly was skipped in the preview. Do you think that says something about what moviemakers think attracts a viewer to a movie? Oh and let's not forget about Whipped, opening this weekend. Quite a selection we've got. CIDER HOUSE RILES
Last night, we watched Cider House Rules. As a huge fan of John Irving, I was not really sure why I put off watching this movie as long as I have, but last night the reason became clear. The movie, as always, wasn't nearly as good as the book. I know Irving wrote the screenplay and it is much more similar to the book than Simon Birch was to A Prayer for Owen Meany, but still it's nowhere near the real thing. I love Irving's style of telling a story and how attached to his characters the reader gets. Cider House Rules is a particularly long and involved story and the beauty of the story on paper didn't, for me, translate to the movie. I guess I just shouldn't watch movies of books I loved.We also watched BASEketball which I don't really think should qualify as a movie. Happy Birthday Cheryl! FAMKE
I read this article about Famke Janssen in the New York Times a week ago and decided to keep an eye on the movie. Last night, I finally got to see Love and Sex and have mixed feelings about it. While I agree with NYT that Famke acted well and certainly shined in the movie, I also agree with the comments which point out that this movie wasn't exceptionally original. It seems this Times review agrees with me about the movie being kinda cute and recognizable. You can also read the article on women and sex, a subject more and more explored in today's movies. If you're a fan of the Bond lady, this is a neat movie to see, as long as you aren't striving for extreme originality.In other, really bad, news, Zapata corp decided to focus away from word.com. As a fan of word, I find this news quite terrible. LEBOWSKI
Right now, we're watching The Big Lebowski for the second time and, I must tell you, this move is awesome. My favorite line is: "Lebowski? Dude, that's your name!" You really must see it. FOX TEEN CHOICE AWARDS Watching the Fox Choice Teen Awards last night, I realized that I can't tell the difference between the members and songs of In Sync, 98degrees and Backstreet Boys. I wonder if that's a sign that I'm not a teenage anymore. That's what I get for watching Television when I should be reading I suppose. The thing is, I can differentiate between Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears, so maybe it's not me. Oh well. I've seen the Monster ad about kids telling they want loser jobs many times before but each time I smile and enjoy it over again. That, to me, is the real power of an ad. Most quirky ads are interesting the first time around but as repeated they get annoying. If it has lasting power, then the company did a good job. |
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