Blog Review Meme

Amy tagged me with this. It’s a nice meme that can get you reading new blogs you may have overlooked.

1. Once tagged, write up short review for 5 blogs that you read regularly, including the blog of the person that tagged you.

2. Leave a comment tagging the blogs you’ve reviewed, telling them to continue the meme.

3. If someone writes a review of your blog, you must respond by writing a review of their blog (unless you’ve already written one).

4. After a few days, write a post compiling what all the other bloggers say about you, good or bad, true or untrue.

And my reviews:

First Radioactive Quill, who tagged me. Amy blogs regularly but infrequently, comments on the media, loves Stephen Colbert beyond all reason, is funny and snarky, and I really like reading her. I also love the clean white blog layout, so easy on my old watery eyes. The only thing I don’t like about RQ is the lack of comments. I wish she had them. Blogs are at their most fun, in my opinion, when they’re interactive.

The Wild Hunt is king of the Pagan blogging hill. Jason Pitzl-Waters does a superb job of combining news about, and of interest to, Pagans, with a strong voice. He’s opinionated, but he makes sure each entry reports as well as opines. He has been a gathering place for some interesting controversies, where hundreds of comments slammed a few select posts; most posts have few or no comments.

Pandora’s Bazaar is a smaller and more personal Pagan blog. Cosette is thoughtful and serious. She reads and reviews books, wonders about issues of theology, discusses her explorations on the path, personalizes the transcendant, and in general is very readable.

Girls Read Comics (And They’re Pissed) is more or less what it sounds like. Author Karen Healy is a feminist comics fan. I don’t read a lot of comics, but I’m extremely interested in the interface between feminism and pop culture. Karen is really smart and really funny and there are pictures.

Rich Sommer: The Blog is just so cute. Rich Sommer plays Harry Crane on Mad Men, which is the best show on TV. He’s not a star, and he’s sweet and he has a new baby and he’s kind of geeky, and the blog is mostly, new baby, lovely wife, ohmigodz my show is a hit and I’m going to the SAG Awards, some gaming, look! Baby pictures! And like that. Just sweet and charming and a pleasure to read.

Ten Things I Love About My Body

Pagan author Dianne Sylvan asks us to list ten things we love about our bodies. Great idea.

1. I love my beautiful long neck. I can wear super-long earrings that would thwack most people in the shoulders, but on me they dangle above the shoulders. It is truly swan-like and I love it.

2. I love my big brown eyes. The neck and the eyes are typical Taurean traits, although surely I might have ended up with the fat bull-neck that Taurus sometimes has, and sleepy-brown rather than deep-brown eyes.

3. I love being busty. I don’t think these are necessarily the two best large breasts ever, but I love having an ample chest, overflowing the bra, all that. I feel stupidly proud of it (as if I had something to do with it!).

4. I have great teeth. My gums don’t recede or bleed, I’ve never had a root canal, I can eat ice cream without pain, they’re fairly white, and in excellent working order. Thank you, Mom, for drinking plenty of milk during pregnancy.

5. I have always gotten compliments on my skin. This one is kind of harder, because I notice the flaws, I notice when a pimple shows up, whereas others notice a generally flawless complexion with tiny pores. But I love the compliments, and I also adore the way my skin looks with some makeup on. (Man, do I love foundation!)

6. When I was in the hospital with a broken knee, the nurse praised me for having terrific upper body strength. I was able to use the overheard bar to move myself without any difficulty, and this was a huge help throughout my recovery. I was never complimented on my strength before. It made me feel good about myself; I’d previously thought I was so wimpy. So I love my upper body strength.

7. Speaking of being in the hospital, I really do love my scars. They’re awful and horrific and I love them. I love their strangeness and their inherent storytelling. I love the way they stop and say, my body is not just a picture of a body, it’s lived experience and it shows change.

8. And speaking of change, I love my tattoos. I have been changing my body consciously with tattooing for 25 years. I have no intention of ever stopping. My artwork is a part of me that is beautiful, special, unique, creative, and interacts with the world.

9. I love my full lips. Someone once told me I had the lips of a Victoria’s Secret model. That was cool.

10. I love my immune system. This has been a kickass season for me with getting sick, but generally I don’t get sick much, and when I do, I don’t get it as badly as other people with the same cold or flu or whatever. I feel fully capable of fighting off whatever hits me. That’s a good feeling.

Your turn.

Tuesday Trivia Solutions

All solved, very fast, despite no helpful theme and a wide range of movie eras and types.

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Tuesday Trivia: Random hits (all done!)

1. A woman in riding jodphurs dancing in a gazebo.
Solved by Melville (comment #8).

2. “I gots to know!”
Solved 1/2 by Ken (comment #10) and 1/2 by Evn (comment #13).

3. A Native American shaman conducts a healing ceremony in a semi-private hospital room, frightening the other patient.
Solved by Melville (comment #4).

4. Instead of giving her friend directions to a party in Tokyo, she faxes him a map.
Solved by treecat (comment #7).

5. “I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man.”
Solved by Melville (comment #4).

6. A dog on rollerskates.
Solved by Evn (comment #2).

7. The milquetoast tells the heist plan to his wife, who tells it to her lover, who decides to horn in on the action.
Solved by TehipiteTom (comment #9).

Monday Movie Review: Gone Baby Gone

Gone Baby Gone (2007) 8/10
Private detectives Patrick Kenzie (Casey Affleck) and Angie Gennaro (Michelle Monaghan) investigate the disappearance of a four year old girl. Even after the case is closed, their lives are haunted by it. Directed by Ben Affleck.

There’s a great deal to commend in Gone Baby Gone. It has an extraordinary sense of place. This is the movie you imagined Ben Affleck might make after Good Will Hunting; suffused with Boston neighborhoods and rooted in the particulars of that life, those accents, those people, that reality. That sort of thing can easily turn into parody or mockery, but the “ahhm” you put in your sleeve in this movie isn’t the “real good, then” of Fargo. It doesn’t make you laugh, it just is. And it really works.

The plot moves rapidly. Early on I realized that this couldn’t just be about the missing girl, because the pieces were coming together too quickly. I never could predict what would happen next, it was twisty and turny and smart.

In a featurette, Ben Affleck talks briefly about what it was like for his brother, a character actor, to switch to lead. But in a sense, Casey isn’t a leading man, he’s a character actor who happens to have the lead in this cast. Certainly, he doesn’t have the commanding presence of Ed Harris or Morgan Freeman, both playing cops in the missing child unit. And somehow that works: Patrick Kenzie, a little in over his head, a little outclassed, trying to stand up to these formidable cops.

The movie also has a clear point of view, navigating the waters of moral uncertainty with a conviction that this is what the story must be about.

So why isn’t this a truly great movie? I’m not sure I can say. Maybe too many twists and reversions. Maybe a sense of loss and guilt is not enough to carry the movie. Maybe Michelle Monaghan is just too jarringly inadequate—this is the second movie I’ve seen her in where I though, Wow, she’s trying so hard to keep up with the real actors. There’s something that feels off-balance, and maybe that is in having the most charismatic actors (particularly Ed Harris) off to the side.

In the end, I can certainly recommend the film, and it certainly speaks well for Ben Affleck’s future as a director, but it’s not a work of genius or anything like that.

This is, by the way, the last Oscar-nominated film (Amy Ryan as the missing girl’s mother for Best Supporting Actress) that I managed to squeeze in before the ceremony—I watched it Sunday afternoon.

I’m back at work

I’ve done nothing but sleep and drink tea and sniffle and eat applesauce and cough and drink broth for four days. So I’m a little weak. The whole sitting up in a chair thing is pushing the envelope, so don’t expect miracles in the blogging department.

Monday Movie Review: No Country For Old Men

No Country for Old Men (2007) 10/10
While out hunting, Llewellyn Moss (Josh Brolin) finds the remains of an ugly drug war; dead bodies, a whole mess of bullets, and a truck full of heroin, as well as a survivor begging for water (which Moss doesn’t have). A little ways away from the scene, he finds one last body with a satchel full of money. Later that night, he decides to have mercy on the survivor, but when he returns with water he is seen. Now he’s running from the killer (Javier Bardem) who is after the money, while the local sheriff (Tommy Lee Jones) wants the killer and wants to bring Moss in before he gets himself killed. Directed by Joel and Ethan Coen.

I’ve seen numerous plot synopses of this film, and skimmed quite a few reviews (I don’t read them closely until after I’ve seen a film; I’m allergic to spoilers). All of them tell this short tale, of Moss finding the money, going back with the water, and getting identified. It makes him sound like a bumbling fool. Certainly the Coen brothers love bumbling fools in their movies, and the thought of a Steve Buscemi or Billy Bob Thornton being relentlessly pursued by a killer didn’t appeal to me. But what no one seems to mention is that Llewellyn Moss is smart. His only big mistake is the water, and he knows it’s stupid and says so, but how can he leave a man to suffer like that? Moss is a hard man, but a good one. He knows early on that his wife has to be protected from the risk he’s taking, and takes the right steps to do so. He stays one step ahead of deadly and terrifying Anton Chigurh (Bardem) for most of the film. You end up, not just siding with him, but admiring him.

This is the Coen brothers most mature film. They don’t sidetrack themselves with amusement. There’s no mockery or over-done irony. In most of their films, there are characters that we enjoy mostly because they’re dumb, or ignorant, or buffoons. But there’s no one to laugh at in No Country for Old Men. You can fear Chigurh, who shows a face of evil so pure, so horrific, that it may never be matched elsewhere. You can care about Moss and his wife, feel for Sheriff Bell (Jones), but you respect them all. And while the movie is exquisitely filmed, there’s none of the showy, slightly-distorted stylization that is there just to prove to you that the Coens have made their mark.

This sounds terribly critical of the Coen brothers’ past work, and I don’t mean it to be. I have loved most of their films, hated one, disliked a couple. But this movie stands apart from the rest. Like I said, mature. There’s something about it, like the movie itself is so strong that there’s no need to dress it up.

As a tense and brutal adventure, it cannot be beat. Moss runs and Chigurh follows. Sheriff Bell follows both, and then there’s the guys whose money it is, off in some unnamed city, trying to pull strings. Meanwhile, we are continually asked what it all means. Chigurh tells us early on that it’s all random and meaningless. Randomness is the only thing he respects, and he is willing to spare or take a life on the toss of a coin. People pleading for their lives doesn’t matter to him; pleas are empty. But the flip of the coin…somehow, that’s not empty. How disturbing! Bell, meanwhile, wants desperately to find meaning. He arrests killers—how can he live with a world in which such empty souls exist? It’s all getting darker, and he wants it to mean something. Moss takes no position; he wants to be smart and he wants the money. He loves his wife and he sees a way of making a better life for her. That’s enough.

A lot of people who’ve seen the movie dislike the ending, which contemplates these themes. But this isn’t The Man Who Wasn’t There, in which the unwelcome ending was essentially from a different movie. Instead, it addresses themes that have been clear in the movie from the beginning; literally from the opening narration. I could maybe knock a point off because it definitely slows down; there’s an almost Return of the King determination to wrap everything up. But 9/10 might tell you that I think it wasn’t brilliant. And I think it was brilliant. I only saw two of the five Best Picture nominees this year (the other was Juno) but I feel confident that this win was deserved.

I think I fixed the slow load

I think it was a plugin. Let me know how it’s loading for you.

What a killer week I’ve had

Last Sunday I drove up to Massachusetts. I visited my favorite uncle and aunt, took Arthur to two different colleges for interviews, and also visited one of my oldest friends, whom I hadn’t seen in ages. It was a 3 hour drive up, then a visit, then an hour in deep fog to Vermont, then an interview, then another visit, then another interview, then a 3 hour drive home, except I had to pull over for a nap partway home. I got home Tuesday night as dog tired as I’ve been since whenever I was last dog tired.

In the midst of all this I decided to buy a new range, which involved research in the library last Thursday, visits to appliance stores on Friday and Saturday, a purchase decision, and delivery and installation to arrange. So Tuesday night in my state of canine exhaustion, I made the necessary phone calls to delivery and installation type folks. Wednesday morning I also called the condo management and the trash pickup people about taking away the old range.

So, home and exhausted Tuesday night, at work Wednesday morning trying to work and also making these arrangements, and then leaving work early to come home and deal with installers.

And then I had a new range. So lovely. So efficient. Such a source of joy and delight. So I baked brownies Wednesday night to inaugurate the stove, and then Thursday night we had the best roasted split breasts ever. Also, there was an eclipse.

Friday my office closed for snow, and so that gave me time to rest and also to admire the beauty of my range. Except that’s when I started coughing. I definitely have that heavy feeling, like a weight on my chest. And body aches. Fuck. I went to the movies yesterday after the snow cleared, and saw a matinee showing of No Country for Old Men. I plan a review for Monday, particularly as how I’m sure it’s going to win Best Picture tomorrow night. And you all know what tomorrow night is, right? Tomorrow night is Deborah’s favorite night of the year!

I watched the lunar eclipse

Not, y’know, for an hour. But for ten minutes, and then again for five, and so on, while going back inside to bake brownies and warm up.

I don’t believe I’ve ever done that before. I think it’s always been raining or four in the morning or something whenever the opportunity arose.

It was very beautiful. Words fail me. It was astonishing.

There’s no tradition in Wicca surrounding eclipses, but on a previous lunar eclipse I had a strong experience of Hecate.