Filed under: Autobiography in the Writing, Flicks, What's Up? | Tags: books, change, Chris Lowell, e-book, Enrico Colantoni, film adaptation, Francis Capra, Jason Dohring, Kickstarter, Kristen Bell, Krysten Ritter, lists, office life, Percy Daggs III, Rob Thomas, Ryan Hansen, second chance, silence, starting over, Tina Majorino, Veronica Mars, work, writing, yoga practice
One of the things I’m looking forward to this year is to see Veronica Mars, the film adaptation of the neo-noir mystery drama created by Rob Thomas that ran for three seasons from 2004 to 2007. While I have no idea if this movie (successfully funded via Kickstarter, which I would have contributed to had the kinks regarding international backers were straightened out) will actually make it here, I am still definitely going to find a way to watch this and own a copy of the movie.
I was channel surfing when I saw a promo for this series several years ago, and I was intrigued by this teenage girl’s determination to find out who killed her best friend: “I’ll find closure when Lilly’s killer’s rotting away in prison.” The girl had guts, I thought, and I wanted to find out more about this show. Unfortunately I never got the schedule right, so I never got the chance to watch it.
A few weeks later, I was able to find a DVD copy of the first two seasons when I accompanied my colleagues (I was still teaching then) one afternoon after school to EDSA Central, to a stall that they frequented that sold pirated DVD.
After popping the DVD into my laptop and watching the first few episodes, I was officially hooked. The show was smart and engaging. The dialogue was sharp and witty. And the theme song (“We Used to Be Friends” by The Dandy Warhols) is pretty cool too:
One of my favorite episodes in the series is “An Echolls Family Christmas,” in which Veronica finds out who stole the winnings of a poker game. Her deductions during the back half of the episode was fun to watch, especially when she delivered this line: “I have to say, I was a bit miffed. I was this close to being able to say the butler did it.”
The movie stars Kristen Bell (as Veronica Mars), Jason Dohring (Logan Echolls), Krysten Ritter (Gia Goodman), Ryan Hansen (Dick Casablancas), Francis Capra (as Eli “Weevil” Navarro), Percy Daggs III (as Wallace Fennel), Chris Lowell (as Stosh “Piz” Piznarski), Tina Majorino (as Cindy “Mac” Mackenzie), and Enrico Colantoni (as Keith Mars).
Two women on a train
sit beside me.
I am young and the world
is flying and I am watching.
One of them is frosty.
The other turns like a leaf
to hand me something —
it looked for all the world like a page.
I thought at the time
that it needed me and I was right.
The letters fell into place
and simple flowers grew.
Now it talks unceasingly
in long white verses
as if at a wedding,
something women understand
and gently want and then regift.
I myself agree with Herbert,
who in a dark mood conjured
the mushrooms underfoot
unseen by bride or groom
and with him I say, Perhaps
the world is unimportant
after all, though this is not
what one discusses with
women on a train, no matter
how long the journey,
or untroubled the land.
From Poetry (January 2013)
have to lose
and the mind
all the way back.
to have been
to have been
life: a crate of
a dozen dozen
bolts of satin—
From Say Uncle (Grove Press, 2000)
Filed under: Web Finds | Tags: A Standard Story, Beth Riesgraf, The Standard Hotels, We Are The Superlative Conspiracy, WeSC, WeSC × The Standard Collaboration
Beth Riesgraf is probably best known as Parker, the
security circum infiltration and alter thief in the hit show Leverage.
Beth also dabbles in photography and film. Here is a short film that she wrote, directed, and produced, inspired by Alice in Wonderland. In “A Standard Story,” a girl is woken up by a strange phone call inside a hotel room, followed by a mysterious envelope slipped under the door that invites her to step into an alternate universe and embark on a journey of discovery.
In this almost speechless film, I love the use of red throughout, as well as the dreamlike transitions from one area of the hotel to another.
Does the butterfat know it is butterfat,
milk know it’s milk?
Something just goes and something remains.
Like a boardinghouse table:
men on one side, women on the other.
Nobody planned it.
Plaid shirts next to one another,
talking in accents from the Midwest.
Nobody plans to be a ghost.
Later on, the young people sit in the kitchen.
Soon enough, they’ll be the ones
to stumble Excuse me and quickly withdraw.
But they don’t know that.
No one can ever know that.
From Poetry (September 2012).
Of inclement climate
Too stoic to open,
Like an oyster
That cloisters a spoil of pearls,
The heart that’s had
From Poetry (December 2009)
It is more onerous
than the rites of beauty
or housework, harder than love.
But you expect it of me casually,
the way you expect the sun
to come up, not in spite of rain
or clouds but because of them.
And so I smile, as if my own fidelity
to sadness were a hidden vice—
that downward tug on my mouth,
my old suspicion that health
and love are brief irrelevancies,
no more than laughter in the warm dark
strangled at dawn.
Happiness. I try to hoist it
on my narrow shoulders again—
a knapsack heavy with gold coins.
I stumble around the house,
bump into things.
Only Midas himself
From Carnival Evening: New and Selected Poems, 1968-1998 (W. W. Norton and Company, Inc., 1998)
Filed under: Music | Tags: autism, Comedy Central, Jodi DiPiazza, Katy Perry, Night of Too Many Stars, Night of Too Many Stars: America Comes Together for Autism Programs
Katy Perry and Jodi DiPiazza sing “Firework” at the Beacon Theater in New York.
“Night of Too Many Stars” is a biennial event that benefits a variety of autism programs across the United States in support of the overabundance of individuals with autism that so desperately need quality services. It is hosted by Jon Stewart.
Filed under: Yoga | Tags: arm balances, Side Plank Pose, Vasisthasana, yoga asanas, yoga poses, yoga practice
I wonder how my teacher can tell when we’re all ready to do something new? Like headstand. For several months I practiced this pose against the wall. After a while, I was told to try to move a few inches away from the wall. So I would kick up, rest my feet against the wall, find my balance, and then let go, though this method didn’t really allow me to fully use my core. And two or three weeks ago, I was encouraged to practice headstand without the wall. Sometimes I’m successful and I manage to hold the pose for a minute or two, and sometimes I’m wobbly and I fall. But I rest for a few moments and then I try again. Sometimes, when I’m feeling (reckless?) brave, I don’t even drag my mat so that its edge grazes the wall. I just take a deep breath and go for it.
In tonight’s class, Vasisthasana (or Side Plank Pose) was added to our flow:
I was surprised I managed to hold this for more than two breaths on both sides, although I was more wobbly when I was on my right side, which makes sense, as I’m left handed. In fact, when I’m practicing headstand, I find that my body shifts to the left. My teacher tells me it’s because my left side is stronger.