Faye Hunter, of Let’s Active, 1954-2013 | MORE
Anita O'Day
Caseen Gaines
(Author, Hackensack High School Teacher, Rutgers Alumni, Rutgers Professor)
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Just had a conversation about this over the weekend.
Trouble brewing. Homoerotic, sexy trouble.
Casey and I are deep into season three of Oz, and these two assholes are among my favorites. Adabeesi is at the top of that list, though.
I just thought to myself if Oz was on now there would be a tumblr devoted to Adebisi’s hat. OF COURSE THERE ALREADY IS ONE
Ice cream just came outta my nose for REAL.
I’ve never seen Oz but I have heard that number 4 on my list, Chris Meloni, shows his junk a million times so I should get down to business. (PS: I don’t hate that Liz Lemon boyfriend, Mayhem Guy from Law and Order either.)
A few years ago I watched every single episode of every season in order, mostly alone and at night, which made me feel insane for two months. I was having anxiety nightmares about doing something bad that would land me in prison and have to face Schillinger.
Then a few months later, I went to L.A. and actually saw the actor who played him (which yes, I know he’s Juno’s dad and the Farmer’s Insurance guy now) leaving Doughboys and I totally freaked out.
I’m glad I watched all of Oz because now it feels like some Amazing Race challenge I completed and my life feels slightly better for it. And for the record, Alvarez was my favorite and I would definitely hang out with the Latinos and not the Italians as is my pedigree. The end.
One day, not today, but one day, I will discuss my total and complete love of OZ, prison soap opera extraordinaire and mecca of male full frontal nudity. If you only know Christopher Meloni through sick day marathon viewings of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, you don't know Meloni, s'all I'm saying.
David Bowie?
Love: Basquiat - I don't actually love any movies Bowie is in, weirdly enough. I admire this one though, despite my issues with it (Schnabel's need to insert himself into the narrative via Gary Oldman and the tastefully ignorant/naive ideas about race). Giving natural performances is not really Bowie's thing. There's an intentional theatrical artificiality to his acting that can either work very strongly for or against the material. A few actors have taken on Andy Warhol and Bowie's version, all loose jawed accent, head twitches, nervous face-touching and crossed leg standing, is jarring at first. Like a loose collection of tics put together to represent a person. After repeated viewings, I started to see more in it. There is something small and sweet about Bowie's Warhol that isn't really there in other films. The emphasis is usually on the remoteness, the blankness, the bitchiness. His take made me think of that Lou Reed lyric in Songs for Drella, "give people little presents so they remember me." That person, that facet.
Like - The Prestige: This is a brief but cool as ice cameo. Bowie's Tesla is restrained and almost funereal, but his presence is everything. It has more charisma than any of the other dudes running around doing magic tricks and acting like crazy people (this is a movie I like, by the way). Nolan was right to cast him. The choice says everybody else in this story is just an actor. Tesla is a rock star.
Hate - The Linguini Incident: Usually, I will watch any old piece of crap until the bitter end because a) I am lazy and b) I get a weird, squiggly sort of pleasure out of bad art. I couldn't get through this one though. Oof. Painful.
Put an actor or actress in my ASK BOX
And I will give you one movie I love with them in it, one movie I like with them in it, and one movie that I dislike with them in it. (Kallen did this on Facebook and I got Freddie Prinze Jr. which was v. difficult.)
Try it or reblog.
I'm still deep in the throes of writing anxiety (basically I should be working on a certain project, which makes me feel guilty about writing anything else, so I don't, but I don't work on the project either? Or anything? Surely I'm not alone in this type of idiocy? HELP ME.)
Anyway, this sounds nice and relaxing. Also, I was talking about Rutger Hauer in Blade Runner with someone this morning on the train and they said, Who can even name a movie that Rutger Hauer was in besides Blade Runner? HA!
OMG OMG OMG!
aka watch this, now
I'm sorry I've been out of touch. Lots going on. Babies learning to roll over. Older children telling me they're going to be John Lennon and I can be their Yoko. Moving plans and good friends getting married and work reviews and students fainting and or being stalked. It's been an eventful couple of months. More details once I can get my head together.
(Hendrik, I still owe you that ask. I need to rewatch the movie in question. It doesn't seem fair to give you the short answer when it doesn't even exist in my head.)
This is Bryan's recommendation and I liked it. Matches the internal landscape.
“How do I tell a story when I haven’t yet lived the end? When I may have lived the better part of the story already, or when I may not even be one-quarter through? And when, either way, whenever the end does come, it will render untellable everything that came before?”
Very grateful and unexpectedly terrified to have this gnarly thing out in the world today.
My son, then three, and I were wandering around Brooklyn's Green-wood Cemetery (not that weird, it's a beautiful place, also, parrots!) and he started pointing at the graves and saying bones bones bones bones bones with a big smile on his face. I dread the moment, and it's coming soon, when he asks me about death and I'll want to lie.
On a related note, this piece is excellent.
Demonstrating the finest in fashion forward late 70s Chilean bathing suits
I’m currently reading Read and Burn: A Book About Wire, by Wilson Neate, an entertaining and very comprehensive history of the band’s work. As Wire are not a particularly press-friendly group, much of this story is new to me (I had no idea that much of the band’s existence was a power struggle between Colin Newman and Bruce Gilbert, until the latter left Wire in 2004). Map Ref is a beautiful song, an ode to travel that musically reflects the experience as good as any song on the subject I’ve heard (the title is a map coordinate - where, I have no idea). That chorus, in particular, is sublime. According to Neate, it was written and delivered to EMI Records as the “pop hit” as the label wanted a return on their investment with Wire’s third LP (154) in 1979. Only in an alternate reality, as it turns out. The writer demonstrates that Wire were often their own worst enemy at finding lasting commercial success and a profile higher than cult status. In spite of that, this song is Wire at their most melodic and beautiful. Those are two adjectives not often applied to a group as committed to experimentation and conceptual art as Wire, but they should be (Neate also reveals that beyond the band’s pale public image, privately they know how to enjoy themselves and have great senses of humor). My Bloody Valentine also recorded an equally wonderful version of the song (their last recording before going silent for 22 years).
Because I am a dork, one of the first things I did when I discovered Google maps was to enter these coordinates. The fact that I don’t remember where it led (somewhere over the USA?) supports my notion that the song is not about the destination so much as what you are thinking about when you travel— the green bits in an outdated map that could be anywhere and nowhere at all, the view from your airplane window, those multi-hued rectangles and lines, remembering.
i've started thinking of nick miller as a turtle-face archetype. currently exploring whether jon snow is an example of such.
(endless laughter because of mental image of Jon Snow's turtle-face)
If only he were funnier, Minichino, IF ONLY HE WERE FUNNIER.
Ugh, now you're going to have me compiling a mental list of Turtle Faces through out entertainment history. There goes my Monday.
Katie Coyle: Hello, Tess! Very excited to be discussing this television show and my FEELINGS with you. First of all: how long have you been a roomfriend?
Tess McGeer: Woo, okay! So, I’ve been watching New Girl from the beginning—I’ve always...
Excellent conversation about New Girl and why you should watch. Though, like the authors, I too find it very hard to not say "AND ALSO NICK MILLER, NICK MILLER, NICK MILLER" like a twitchy maniac.
Bradley Beach, NJ (sooo cold but I just had to walk in)
What do they make dreams for?
“Blurred Lines” is a calling card. The man of “When I Get You Alone” is long overdue for a new signature jam. Robin Thicke’s heavy lidded lover boy schtick has aged into something that’s a little bit sleazy and off-putting and somehow that’s okay? Because it’s self aware and therefore, a little bit funny? Unlike J-Timbs, who always seems about to crack into an ingratiating Disney smile no matter what smooth move he’s pulling, Thicke appears legitimately disreputable and that is part of his slow wink charm. He is the seducer that you are just a little bit embarrassed to fall for, since his presentation is so overt. How could you, a smart individual, fall for this Continental-type shit? Why is he pronouncing his Ts like that? Why am I smiling back? When did the dancing start? What is happening?
So what makes a good girl? Or a nice guy? The idea that not everyone wears their sex drive on their sleeve? That you can be classy in the streets, freaky in the sheets? Yeaaaah…and? Luckily, Thicke knows he’s not breaking any new ground on the subject (or musically— though reanimated Marvin Gayeisms are always welcome), which is why he becomes less and less interested in it until he’s just offering you weed and patting the seat next to him with a goofy grin. This is Friday evening before the party, so relax. Get loose.
(Despite my initial lukewarm reaction, this has become a major ear worm. I want to do a get-ready-to-go-out dance to it. Apply some expensive, tasty lipstick, fit into dresses from my early 20s, trill my fingers to the maybe I’m going out of my ma-a-a-a-a-a-i-n-n-n-d, and shout YOU DA HOTTEST BITCH IN THIS PLACE! Do over-the-shoulder Pat Cleveland-style camera poses to the flat-voiced I feel so lucky/you wanna hug me/what rhymes with hug me? bit. The track is infectious because it is repetitive in just the right way, the simple little bass line constantly picks you up and brings you right back to the beginning. Game over? Nah. Press START. Again and again until you’re great at it.)
PS Forget about the video, I ain’t even linking that nonsense.
Describe yourself in 3 television characters...
Hank Hill, Tina Belcher, Larry David.
Louise Belcher, Elaine Benes, Brenda Walsh
Gene Belcher, Artie the producer, Laura the receptionist.
Leslie Knope, Lou Grant, Walter and Perry
Bob Belcher, Larry David, Lucy Ricardo
Lurch, Grady Wilson, Reverend Jim
Jan Brady, Liz Lemon, and Lisa Simpson
Alf, Lindsay Weir, Nana Mary from Roseanne
Khadijah, Brian Krakow, Roz the bailiff
Curtis, Lucy Ricardo, Nick Miller (honorable mention: Dis Bad Bitch)