tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150582382009-06-27T19:28:29.887-05:00gallimauphry musings"Acceptance on someone else's terms is worse than rejection." Mary CassattDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-71304996534659585192009-06-15T18:00:00.003-05:002009-06-15T18:06:06.573-05:00Civilization by Marco BrambrillaI have always been fascinated by the surrealists and their attempt to merge our dreamworld into reality. The following clip I found on <a href="http://www.planetfabulon.com/">Fabulon</a> (one of the blogs I check every day) and it so reminded me of projects we had done in History and Thought of Western Man when we read <span style="font-style:italic;">the Inferno</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">No Exit</span>, that I thought you might enjoy it. It also reminds me of the Chapman Brothers' <a href="http://video.aol.com/video-detail/hell-by-the-chapman-brothers/1035326833">Hell</a>.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xg1wOeIpHFE&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xg1wOeIpHFE&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-7130499653465958519?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-33183778720542762422009-06-08T14:50:00.004-05:002009-06-08T15:02:59.757-05:00Free Programs Worth Checking OutAre you like me, trying to get some writing done this summer? Scott Rhoades in his article "Great Software that won't cost you dime," <span style="font-style: italic;">The Writer (May 2009), </span>gives the following programs that might help in writing:<br /><br /><ul><li><a href="http://freemind.sourceforge.net/wiki/index">FreeMind</a> [Windows, Mac OSX, Linux]--a program to help mind-mapping.</li><li><a href="http://www.sourceforge.net/projects/keynote">KeyNote</a> [Windows]--a program that allows you to create one computerized notebook to hold notes, pictures, articles, and Web links.</li><li><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.spacejock.com/yWriter5.html">yWriter</a> [Windows]--a great little program created by Simon Haynes that acts as a "word processor for authors." But even more it allows you to plot out your chapters and scenes, make character notes, and keep notes that you need. Easy to use. I've already started and found it a great help. If you write novels or short stories, this is something you want to check out.</li><li><a href="http://www.zhornsoftware.co.uk/stickies">Stickies</a> [Windows]--several computers back I had this little free program and used it often.<br /></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-3318377872054276242?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-77327550464748721222009-06-06T06:17:00.006-05:002009-06-08T15:21:19.516-05:00The Hangover<object width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jAkO68jdswE&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jAkO68jdswE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425"></embed></object><br />I knew I was going to enjoy <span style="font-style: italic;">The Hangover</span> when I walked into the theatre hearing the guy parking the cars telling a buddy, "You're going to love that film. I fell out of my seat laughing." Now, I haven't had that experience since I saw <span style="font-style: italic;">Something About Mary</span> for the first time. Although I stayed in my seat, I really enjoyed the film.<br /><br />Check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2p65B_rDrE">this clip</a> where they check into Caesar's Palace. Later they get <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lv-svS3ueeM">their car</a> to begin the search for Doug. They end up at <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WcwQCaSqJ8">the hospita</a>l.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yP4ipgklr2k&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yP4ipgklr2k&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-7732755046474872122?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-73215356621240959612009-06-06T05:45:00.010-05:002009-06-07T21:19:18.885-05:00Logo's Beautiful People<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SipLN0ogpZI/AAAAAAAAWUQ/WRqUa0Gxisc/s1600-h/bp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400 px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SipLN0ogpZI/AAAAAAAAWUQ/WRqUa0Gxisc/s400/bp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344166608667452818" border="0" /></a><br />For me, one of the laugh-out-loud series I'm enjoying this summer is <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.logoonline.com/shows/dyn/beautiful_people/series.jhtml">Beautiful People</a> on the Logo channel.<br /><br />The half-hour show alternates between the present-day life of fey 24 year old Barney's window dresser, Simon Doonen, and his fey childhood as a 13 year old schoolboy growing up in Reading, England, 1997. <br /><br />Simon introduces his family in an essay for school.<br /><br /><object width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/04TDVZ8FsYU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04TDVZ8FsYU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Simon has ambitions to get out of Reading and into the glamorous life he knows should be his. When told he can't leave school to go to drama school, he whines to his parents, "Just because you can't go out and decent jobs, I have to be denied my destiny... I hate my life." He's sure drama is his way to escape. In fact, he can't open his refrigerator at night without belting out "Another Opening, Another Show." He has a truly quirky family who accept him for who he is. "You're not weird; you're different," comforts his mother.<br /><br />Here are Simon, two friends, and his blind aunt singing and dancing in the street as the kids get ready to try out for <span style="font-style:italic;">Joseph and His Amazing Dream Coat</span>.<br /><br /><object width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JH1hD3g8AwM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JH1hD3g8AwM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Here the director Mr. Bell casts the show while the stage mothers show their colors.<br /><br /><object width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zc3dLSOdPlA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zc3dLSOdPlA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Be prepared to laugh and check out the following:<br /><ul><li><a href="http://www.logoonline.com/video/beautiful-people-trailer/1610608/playlist.jhtml">the trailer</a></li><li><a href="http://www.logoonline.com/video/beautiful-people-full-episode-101/1610176/playlist.jhtml">Episode 101: How I Got My Vase</a></li><li><a href="http://www.logoonline.com/video/beautiful-people-full-episode-102/1613109/playlist.jhtml">Episode 102: How I Got My Nose</a><br /></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-7321535662124095961?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-29325037484649007982009-06-03T17:02:00.023-05:002009-06-04T15:41:28.789-05:00Looking for the Sims<center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sigu8PkJpeI/AAAAAAAAWPo/wVigYAE_KYk/s1600-h/snapshot_b7340266_17340269.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sigu8PkJpeI/AAAAAAAAWPo/wVigYAE_KYk/s400/snapshot_b7340266_17340269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343572570380281314" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidFXlVH0-I/AAAAAAAAWPg/soeJxluSL-s/s1600-h/snapshot_753b9850_753cf172.jpg"><br /></a></span></center><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sib4uFonn0I/AAAAAAAAWOo/FwmFXx90DTY/s1600-h/cranes_in_grey.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sib4uFonn0I/AAAAAAAAWOo/FwmFXx90DTY/s200/cranes_in_grey.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343231478591889218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sib4gWr7NkI/AAAAAAAAWOg/B3MX73t1ws0/s1600-h/rousseau3..bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sib4gWr7NkI/AAAAAAAAWOg/B3MX73t1ws0/s200/rousseau3..bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343231242650990146" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I have to admit one of my guilty pleasures when I first retired was playing </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Sims 2</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >. I enjoyed the creation process of creating settings and actors and then playing out stories with them. It was fun creating my own wallpaper and pictures to use in the houses. I found inspiration from various periods. At left is an example of one my walls with a mural based on the work of Henri Rousseau. At right is a Victorian wall uses a running border of cranes based on the work of Arts and Crafts British artist Walter Crane.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I was surprised at how exhilerating it was to <a href="http://www.thesimsresource.com/">modify a game</a> into a world that I helped create.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sigvi9q5C_I/AAAAAAAAWPw/MKSUegUX2aI/s1600-h/snapshot_d54dcb3d_37340c6a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sigvi9q5C_I/AAAAAAAAWPw/MKSUegUX2aI/s400/snapshot_d54dcb3d_37340c6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343573235591613426" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidBnTeg3GI/AAAAAAAAWOw/-B9vJiCpnOE/s1600-h/snapshot_753b9850_753f6b16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidBnTeg3GI/AAAAAAAAWOw/-B9vJiCpnOE/s400/snapshot_753b9850_753f6b16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343311626397342818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidB--Bve_I/AAAAAAAAWO4/gw9lO6XdSuY/s1600-h/snapshot_1531d83d_f540e121.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidB--Bve_I/AAAAAAAAWO4/gw9lO6XdSuY/s400/snapshot_1531d83d_f540e121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343312032956382194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidC03ywPSI/AAAAAAAAWPY/n6hHg8MaSco/s1600-h/snapshot_553225e0_f5406284.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidC03ywPSI/AAAAAAAAWPY/n6hHg8MaSco/s400/snapshot_553225e0_f5406284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343312958995840290" border="0" /></a><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SigwLrJ5J0I/AAAAAAAAWP4/iTK4Yxl0BtM/s1600-h/snapshot_d54dcb3d_77340c42.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SigwLrJ5J0I/AAAAAAAAWP4/iTK4Yxl0BtM/s400/snapshot_d54dcb3d_77340c42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343573934996006722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidCqDtPkEI/AAAAAAAAWPQ/ecgE7OaNScc/s1600-h/snapshot_754b15d4_954b15d5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidCqDtPkEI/AAAAAAAAWPQ/ecgE7OaNScc/s400/snapshot_754b15d4_954b15d5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343312773215391810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidCdJApZzI/AAAAAAAAWPI/2ipyPwXJzWY/s1600-h/snapshot_554e8d1e_554e8d1f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SidCdJApZzI/AAAAAAAAWPI/2ipyPwXJzWY/s400/snapshot_554e8d1e_554e8d1f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343312551300654898" border="0" /></a><br />Being able to design the house and interiors offers a great opportunity for individual expression. There are a <a href="http://www.modthesims.info/index.php?">huge amount</a> of furnishings, accessories, wallpaper, and flooring available to the <span style="font-style: italic;">Sims 2</span> player. Being involved in not just planning of the setting but also the actors--the best kind, ones who don't talk back and do basically what you want them to do--allows for creation of relationships and drama.<br /><br />Characters and costumes can be fairly standard or highly outlandish. Fantasy characters, such as the mermaid, pirates, knights, satyrs, are available.<span style="font-style: italic;"> Sims 2</span> also is nonjudgmental in terms of the scenarios one can create. Most characters can be gay if desired.<br /><br />The game revolves around individual households which can consist of one or numerous characters with relationships such as roommates, lovers or family.</span> I've played the basic <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Sims 2</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Seasons</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, which I've enjoyed.</span></p><p style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So now, just when I get ready to check out </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Sims 2: Apartment Life </span><span style="font-size:100%;">this summer, comes the announcement of a new </span><a href="http://games.bestbuy.com/store/bbygames/DisplayProductDetailsPage/productID.126903700"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Sims 3</span></a><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span></p><p><br /><object width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4Lbu1bWJB8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4Lbu1bWJB8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425"></embed></object></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-2932503748464900798?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-14759228972094637742009-05-31T11:19:00.001-05:002009-05-31T11:21:03.819-05:00Sunday Morning Starbucks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SiKuXZOtlII/AAAAAAAAWK4/JV9W8xTbDF8/s1600-h/sunday_starbucks.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SiKuXZOtlII/AAAAAAAAWK4/JV9W8xTbDF8/s400/sunday_starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342023824947647618" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-1475922897209463774?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-60029485555910100462009-05-31T10:49:00.007-05:002009-05-31T23:20:11.164-05:00GLEE is for all of us who want something more.I love teaching. And as an extension of that, I love films about teaching and kids discovering who they are. So one of the delights of a couple of weeks ago was watching the debut of <span style="font-weight:bold;">Glee<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>. You can watch the entire episode here on <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/73740/glee-pilot">Hulu.com</a>. <br /><br />The show has wit, great musical numbers, edgy humor, and characters I can learn to care about.<br /><br />Here's the finale of the show. The set-up is that the new glee club coach has decided to quit teaching so he can make more money to support his growing family, leaving the one thing he feels passionately about. As he leaves, he sees a number the club prepared on their own ...<br /><object width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Fq-gwzQizV6MdAgIlglF1Q/2279/2598"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Fq-gwzQizV6MdAgIlglF1Q/2279/2598" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I enjoyed every aspect of this show.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-6002948555591010046?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-46422993180951159042009-05-30T22:10:00.004-05:002009-05-30T22:21:34.639-05:00I Just Wanna Dance Re-EditOne of the musical numbers from <span style="font-style:italic;">Jerry Springer: the Opera</span>, performed by Alison Jiear, says it all.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQs316I1awE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QQs316I1awE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I was raised on 1950s MGM musicals--glorious technicolor and energy. No matter how many times I see these clips, I just wanna dance along.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-4642299318095115904?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-24858158582568431362009-05-29T18:34:00.004-05:002009-05-29T18:50:03.693-05:00Opposing Gay Marriage<span style="font-family:georgia;">In Los Angeles, Brenda Lee [not the singer but a journalist who claims to write for the <span style="font-style: italic;">Georgia Informer</span>, lives in California, and identifies herself as a "Roman Catholic priestess"] wanted to personally give a letter to President Obama urging him to support traditional marriage. She had to forceably be removed from the Air Force One press area. </span><br /><br /><object style="font-family: georgia;" id="flashObj" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" width="400" height="346"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10032373001?isVid=1&publisherID=1612833736"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=24616871001&linkBaseURL=http://video.aol.com/aolvideo/AOL%20News/writer-forcibly-removed-from-near-air-force-one/24616871001&playerID=10032373001&domain=embed&"><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10032373001?isVid=1&publisherID=1612833736" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=24616871001&linkBaseURL=http://video.aol.com/aolvideo/AOL%20News/writer-forcibly-removed-from-near-air-force-one/24616871001&playerID=10032373001&domain=embed&" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="400" height="346"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Frank Lloyd Wright is quoted as saying, "Tip the world on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-2485815858256843136?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-8078078432619067802009-05-28T15:53:00.004-05:002009-05-29T14:16:47.207-05:00Lt. Dan Choi and the Three Words That Changed His Life<div><iframe src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/30632035#30632035" scrolling="no" width="425" frameborder="0" height="339"></iframe><p style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); margin-top: 5px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center; width: 425px;"></p></div><br />As a former sponsor of my school's GSA, I have to say-- in the vernacular of my kids-- "This sucks."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-807807843261906780?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-82683375081622017352009-05-28T10:45:00.016-05:002009-05-29T14:15:46.553-05:00Little Ashes<span style="font-family:georgia;">For many </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">Twilight</i><span style="font-family:georgia;"> afficiandos, the R-rated bioflick </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">Little Ashes</i><span style="font-family:georgia;"> will be remembered as the film in which Robert Pattinson plays Salvador Dali, soulfully kisses another man, and shows his pubes. In fact, the film has much more to offer as it tells the complicated romantic relationship between Spanish dramatist and poet Federico Garcia Lorca and excentric artist, prompter, and self-styled genius Salvador Dali.</span><p></p><p>According to the bioflick <i>Little Ashes</i>, Luis Buñuel, Dali and Lorca were all college students living together in 1929 pre-civil war Spain. These bougeoise young men’s lives together consisted of producing art, discussing art, drinking, and dancing.</p><p><br /><i>Lorca and Dali discuss art in Little Ashes</i><br /><embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2103357/little_ashes_clip_dali_pattinson_and_lorca_talk.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"></embed><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2103357/little_ashes_clip_dali_pattinson_and_lorca_talk/">Little Ashes - Clip - Dali (Pattinson) and Lorca Talk</a></span></p><p><br />Above all, the goal of Lorca and Dali’s group was to thumb their noses at the establishment--rebel and revolt by using shock. Going to a dinner party in the film, for example, the brash and egomanical Dali announces to the hostess that he has just come from serving a prison sentence and then he continues to play off that fiction for the rest of the meal.</p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZfHaXew_wM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZfHaXew_wM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><p>During their “romantic period,” the real Lorca writes an <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://www.artofeurope.com/lorca/lor2.htm%E2%80%9D">ode</a> to his lover:<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;">A rose in the high garden you desire.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The grays watching over the last balustrades.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The modern painters in their white ateliers</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">clip the square root's sterilized flower.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">In the waters of the Seine a marble iceberg</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">chills the windows and scatters the ivy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Man treads firmly on the cobbled streets.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Crystals hide from the magic of reflections.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The Government has closed the perfume stores.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The machine perpetuates its binary beat.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">An absence of forests and screens and brows</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">roams across the roofs of the old houses.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The air polishes its prism on the sea</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and the horizon rises like a great aqueduct.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Soldiers who know no wine and no penumbra</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">behead the sirens on the seas of lead.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Night, black statue of prudence, holds</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">the moon's round mirror in her hand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A desire for forms and limits overwhelms us.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Here comes the man who sees with a yellow ruler.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Venus is a white still life</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and the butterfly collectors run away.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Cadaqués, at the fulcrum of water and hill,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">lifts flights of stairs and hides seashells.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Wooden flutes pacify the air.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">An ancient woodland god gives the children fruit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Her fishermen sleep dreamless on the sand.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">On the high sea a rose is their compass.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The horizon, virgin of wounded handkerchiefs,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">links the great crystals of fish and moon.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A hard diadem of white brigantines</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">encircles bitter foreheads and hair of sand.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The sirens convince, but they don't beguile,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and they come if we show a glass of fresh water.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Oh Salvador Dali, of the olive-colored voice!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I do not praise your halting adolescent brush</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">or your pigments that flirt with the pigment of your times,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">but I laud your longing for eternity with limits.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sanitary soul, you live upon new marble.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You run from the dark jungle of improbable forms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Your fancy reaches only as far as your hands,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and you enjoy the sonnet of the sea in your window.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The world is dull penumbra and disorder</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">in the foreground where man is found.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But now the stars, concealing landscapes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">reveal the perfect schema of their courses.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The current of time pools and gains order</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">in the numbered forms of century after century.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And conquered Death takes refuge trembling</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">in the tight circle of the present instant.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">When you take up your palette, a bullet hole in its wing,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">you call on the light that brings the olive tree to life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The broad light of Minerva, builder of scaffolds,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">where there is no room for dream or its hazy flower.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You call on the old light that stays on the brow,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">not descending to the mouth or the heart of man.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A light feared by the loving vines of Bacchus</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and the chaotic force of curving water.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You do well when you post warning flags</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">along the dark limit that shines in the night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">As a painter, you refuse to have your forms softened</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">by the shifting cotton of an unexpected cloud.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The fish in the fishbowl and the bird in the cage.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You refuse to invent them in the sea or the air.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You stylize or copy once you have seen</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">their small, agile bodies with your honest eyes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You love a matter definite and exact,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">where the toadstool cannot pitch its camp.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">You love the architecture that builds on the absent</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and admit the flag simply as a joke. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The steel compass tells its short, elastic verse.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Unknown clouds rise to deny the sphere exists.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The straight line tells of its upward struggle</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and the learned crystals sing their geometries.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But also the rose of the garden where you live.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Always the rose, always, our north and south!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Calm and ingathered like an eyeless statue,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">not knowing the buried struggle it provokes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Pure rose, clean of artifice and rough sketches,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">opening for us the slender wings of the smile.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Pinned butterfly that ponders its flight.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Rose of balance, with no self-inflicted pains. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Always the rose!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Oh Salvador Dali, of the olive-colored voice!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I speak of what your person and your paintings tell me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I do not praise your halting adolescent brush,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">but I sing the steady aim of your arrows.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I sing your fair struggle of Catalan lights,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your love of what might be made clear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I sing your astronomical and tender heart,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">a never-wounded deck of French cards.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I sing your restless longing for the statue,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">your fear of the feelings that await you in the street.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I sing the small sea siren who sings to you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">riding her bicycle of corals and conches.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But above all I sing a common thought</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">that joins us in the dark and golden hours.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The light that blinds our eyes is not art.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Not the picture you patiently trace,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">but the breast of Theresa, she of sleepless skin,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">the tight-wound curls of Mathilde the ungrateful,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">our friendship, painted bright as a game board.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">May fingerprints of blood on gold</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">streak the heart of eternal Catalunya.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">May stars like falconless fists shine on you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">while your painting and your life break into flower.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Don't watch the water clock with its membraned wings</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">or the hard scythe of the allegory.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Always in the air, dress and undress your brush</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">before the sea peopled with sailors and ships.</span></blockquote></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Buñuel watches with growing intensity the flirting of Lorca and Dali. Buñuel’s homophobia and yet obvious attraction to his homosexual friend Lorca seems to prompt him to try to steal the sexually ambivalent Dali away from him and take him off to Paris, where the two later collaborate in making films and joining the Surrealist Movement.</span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Luis Buñuel once wrote that one of the difficult things for a surrealist in today’s world is that it was too difficult to shock the viewer. Certainly the surrealists tried. Buñuel and Dali in their film </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">un chien andalou</i><span style="font-family:georgia;"> have a man slice open the eyeball of a woman who stares directly at the camera. Buñuel in his autobiography describes how Dali was once thrown out of his house by his father when he scrawled on a painting, “I spit on the portrait of my mother.” Carrying on the outlandish childish performance art of the Dadaists, the surrealists attempted to bring together totally incongruent images intended to both confuse and shock the viewer.</span></p><p><br /><i style="font-family: georgia;"><a href="http://www.veoh.com/collection/indiechannel/watch/v14899855J9THgkZr">Watch un chien andalou here</a></i> Buñuel says the film began by his recounting to Dali a dream where a cloud, like a knife, slides across the moon. Dali in turn describes a dream where ants crawl out of a wound in his hand. The two then begin throwing out ideas, shocking images, incomprehensible phrases and situations. From that the film is born. While not part of the Surrealist movement when they made the film, they soon are asked to join.</p><p style="font-family:georgia;">Sexual repression in Spanish society appalled the Surrealists. Among the things they did was publish a sexual questionaire in their journal, asking such provocative [and scandalous] questions as "Where do you make love?", "With whom?", "Where do you masturbate?" Buñuel in his autobiography describes how liberating and how dangerous the questionaire felt (Buñuel, <span style="font-style: italic;">Vanity Fair</span> 110).</p><p>The film Lorca, who history shows was comfortable with his sexuality in spite of strong anti-gay sentiments, shows the torment of an ultimately unrequited physical relationship with Dali. One of Dali's <a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/tateetc/issue3/salvadordali2.htm">biographers</a> says he reviled all personal contact from anyone. In contrast, in a period when it is dangerous to be homosexual in provencial Spain, Lorca continues openly with others. [His openness about his sexuality and his importance as a Spanish poet and dramatist ultimately lead to his death.]</p><p>In the film, Lorca’s disappointment with Dali’s rejection of him spurs Lorca on to succumb to a female friend's advances. As the two make love, Dali voyeuristically watches in the corner. Lorca says later that this incident was used by Dali in <i>un chien andalau</i> to mock him.</p><p style="font-family: georgia;">After several years, the married Dali meets again with Lorca. After his wife Gala makes a play for Lorca, Dali proposes that they all move in together—including a lover if Lorca has one—and work on more projects.</p><p style="font-family: georgia;">The bizarre artist whose behavior far outshone his art can be see in the following clip.</p><p style="font-family: georgia;"></p><p><br /><i>Dali – The Spanish Painter and Self Styled Genius</i><br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=4534558119794068280&hl=en&fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></p><p><br /><i>Little Ashes</i> presents this story of thwarted love intelligently and often tenderly. While Pattinson gives a surprisingly nuanced performance, Javier Beltrán playing Lorca has true cinematic charisma. For me, he dominated all of his scenes. I highly recommend the film for an adult audience.</p><br /><object width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9rblqy8_ZI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9rblqy8_ZI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400"></embed></object><br /><p></p><p><i style="font-family: georgia;">A clip about Luis Buñuel</i><br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-3044175528304993465&hl=en&fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></p><p>To read more about Buñuel and Dali with the Surrealists, read Luis Buñuel's <i>When Art Was Revolution</i>, a fascinating article based on his autobiography, <i>My Last Sigh</i>, in <i>Vanity Fair</i> (September 1983, 108+). For a later view of Dali, check out Diedrich Diederichsen's <i><a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/tateetc/issue3/salvadordali2.htm">Say Butterfly</a></i>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-8268337508162201735?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-42191929724914014882009-05-27T17:07:00.006-05:002009-05-27T17:19:08.278-05:00What Were They Thinking?<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">According to an article in the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/27/business/media/27idol.html?_r=2&scp=1&sq=idol&st=cse"><span style="font-style: italic;">New York Times</span></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">, AT&T, one of the biggest corporate sponsors of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">American Idol,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> gave out cellphones to Kris Allen fans attending two parties in Arkansas and showed them how to power text up to 10 votes in one call. Perhaps that's why a state that only has about 2 million residents ended up with over 10 million votes. Why does this all suggest "hanging chads"? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My reaction, having cast my one vote with my one phone, is that </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">American Idol</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> may well have lost me as a viewer next year. The outcome for me was clear and corporate machinery once again showed a real lack of respect for the customers it supposedly serves.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As far as I'm concerned </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">American Idol</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> and AT&T are now in my past news basket.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-4219192972491401488?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-84245738204945429202009-05-22T16:49:00.005-05:002009-05-22T17:14:02.057-05:00Truman Capote's Fruitcake Aunt<span style="font-family: georgia;">When teaching <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.davidclaudon.com/Mockingbird/mockingbird2.html">To Kill a Mockingbird</a></span>, my kids were always surprised to learn that Dill was actually Truman Capote. Spending time with his aunts in Monroeville, Alabama, Capote was a childhood friend of Nelle Harper Lee. <br /><br />The grown up Capote became a popular talk show guest becoming more and more outlandish with his comments.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXgFZunM6_g&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXgFZunM6_g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Capote captures his aunts in his short stories, <span style="font-style: italic;">A Christmas Memory</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Thanksgiving Visitor</span>. One aunt, Edna Marie Rudisill, wrote a book on Fruitcakes and gained fame as an outspoken advice personality on Jay Leno's show. Rudisill died in November 2008, but it's interesting visualizing a young Capote/Dill reacting to this flamboyant aunt.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-1ehDZv6JQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o-1ehDZv6JQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-8424573820494542920?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-80697970339017586022009-05-22T13:00:00.021-05:002009-05-22T15:05:16.497-05:00The Fall (2006)<span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >In Magic Realism, anything can happen. In stories told by a great storyteller, the real only disguises truth. Director Tarsem Singh shows the magic of cinema and storytelling in his 2006 film, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Fall</span>. [Note: Some spoilers follow.]<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iO0LYcCoeJY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iO0LYcCoeJY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Fall</span> opens with a montage of a 1920s movie company filming on train tressle bridge, pulling up from a river a horse that has died in a stunt gone wrong. We later learn that Roy (played with subtly by Lee Pace), the main character and a stunt man in the movie, has been paralyzed in the fall.<br /><br /><object width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gyhTgorecAI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gyhTgorecAI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Switch to a hospital in Los Angeles “once upon a time.” Alexandria (played by charming Rumanian child-actress Catina Untaru), an unaffected 5 year old, has written a note to her nurse which she throws down to her. It ends up in Roy’s room. Alexandria, a Rumanian refugee, had fallen while picking oranges and broken her arm which is set in a rigid cast. As she sets out in the hospital, she sees an X-Ray technician in his lead protective garb [who frightens Alexandria and </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >becomes the prototype of Odious’s henchmen dogs]. Searching for her note, she sees Roy reading it [we recognize it because it is decorated by cut out diamonds]. Alexandria goes in to retrieve her note from him. While talking with Roy, she stands looking toward a door. Through the keyhole (like through a camera lens) an image of a horse appears. When a nurse opens the door, Alexandria is transfixed with an image of man and horse. Roy begins telling her a story about her namesake, Alexander the Great, and she immediately imagines him on a horse in Roman ruins.<br /><br />Breaking into the story, Alexandria joins Roy. He looks at the contents of her treasure box, which include an elephant trinket and a photograph of her family (with her father and her horse). Roy asks her if she has stolen these things. She replies that she has found them.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >As the story resumes, Roy tells Alexandria that he was wrong, that Alexander the Great had no horse and was lost in a desert with his men and no water. We see then, in glorious vista, a group of men in a vast desert. One of Alexander’s men returns on horseback. He gives him a note to read (the note has diamond shapes cut out). The man gives Alexander a helmet with water saying that it is all the water that could be found. Alexander pours it onto the sand.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8H3gXg2Gng&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8H3gXg2Gng&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />“Why?” asks Alexandria. “What would you do better?” asks Roy. “I would give every soldier just a little bit.” In this their first story, some of the ground rules for the film are set up: Roy will be the storyteller, but Alexandria imagines the story based on her experiences and suggests changes in the narrative. At any point, the narrative can be intruded upon, reminding us it is only a story. Roy asks her to return when he will tell her a great epic adventure of love and revenge. [Later in the film Roy says the only the reason he is telling her the story is to get her to steal his medicine for him.]<br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >When the doctor comes and ends the interview, Alexandria meets an old man who offers her an orange. Then he takes out his false teeth and tries to entertain her with them. Later in bed, Alexandria is studying a picture of the itinerant workers in the orange grown, including an Indian in a turban. Only five, she goes to the head nurse, Nurse Evelyn her mother substitute, to be held and comforted.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >At this point, we are introduced to other characters in the hospital story, including a compassionate doctor, an African-American iceman, and Roy’s film colleagues—the man with one leg (who tells Roy that losing his leg opened up new acting opportunities—especially playing one legged pirates), the leading man who has stolen Roy’s love from him (who becomes Odious), and the leading lady who has jilted him.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/teMnhdyN9ZY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/teMnhdyN9ZY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Symbols of the film include Alexandria’s box of treasures, oranges, the horse, false teeth, the man with the gap teeth. Everywhere Alexandria goes she carries her cigar box of treasures—an elephant figurine she found, a picture of her father [a man with gap teeth] and family with their horse. Her box later becomes Darwin's treasure box also. The symbol of the orange is obvious. It is how Alexandria’s immigrant family sustain themselves. The horse is a little more subtle. The first image of the horse is the dead horse being lifted up from the water. For Roy, therefore, the horse represents the fall which left him paralized. When Alexandria waits to talk with Roy, Alexandria faces a door and sees a horse reflected through a keyhole onto the wall. Later in the film, Alexandria’s imagination shows us how her father was killed by men burning their house and stealing their horse. For both, therefore, it might be the tangible symbol of what they have loss… a loss which bonds them.<br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Roy finally begins his “epic tale of love and revenge.” Five bandits—changed from pirates because Alexandria doesn’t like pirates—exist on Butterfly Island, sent there by their nemesis, Governor Odious. The five men have all been hurt by Odious. The first is an African who has been a slave to Odious The second is an Indian who strokes his eyebrow when he thinks (seen by Alexandria as her turbaned friend from India, even though Roy talks about his “squaw”). Odious has kidnapped his wife who dies escaping him. The third, an explosives expert, has been banished by Odious. The fourth, the scientist Charles Darwin who is trying to find the goal of his life--a butterfly (interjects Alexandria), the Americanus Exoticus. Finally there is the blue bandit, who Roy makes her father, complete with his gap teeth. The men are trapped on the island because the blue bandit can’t swim. Darwin’s pet monkey tells him of an elephant swimming—and the blue bandit rides to land on the elphant’s back.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LzblaPVgoI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LzblaPVgoI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br />When they reach the barren land, they find a tree with a mystic who has been trapped inside. Darwin says he has birds in his stomach. The mystic leads the men to Odious’ castle. At one point, he eats their map and that map eventually reappears on his body as magical tattoos.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >In the hospital story, Alexandria eventually steals some hosts from the hospital priest and offers one to Roy. “Are you trying to save my soul?” he jokes. She doesn’t understand his question. At this point, Roy has the idea that perhaps she can steal for him the “medicine” he needs to commit suicide. He asks her to steal “m-o-r-p-h-i-n-3” and when she does, she brings him 3 pills instead of the whole bottle.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >In Roy’s story the Blue Bandit eventually becomes Roy as Alexandria’s love for him grows. Eventually Nurse Evelyn enters as the Blue Bandit’s love interest, Sister Evelyn, and Alexandria becomes the Blue Bandit’s daughter, who saves him from Odious’ henchmen—and ultimately from killing himself.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgYZA72XWOE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgYZA72XWOE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The film gets very dark in the last third as Roy’s depression and desire to kill himself appears in the story. One by one he kills off the characters with whom we have come to identify. Ultimately, Alexandria begs him to live. “I don’t want you to die,” she tearfully tells him, "Make him live." And in a powerful existential moment, he rejects suicide and chooses life for his character--and himself.<br /><br /><object width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HW8SF7gECQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HW8SF7gECQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The film ends with the hospital and filmmaker characters watching the moving picture that Roy was in. On the screen we see a feathered headdressed Native American Indian who strokes his eyebrow when he thinks, a one legged man who has arrows stuck in his leg, and a masked bandit. At the moment that the masked bandit jumps from the train tressle, he lands on his horse and rides off. Roy’s near-tragic jump has been removed by the magic of cinema. And the film within-a-film ends with the lovers reunited. Alexandria, who has never seen a moving picture, is enthralled.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Jump forward to Alexandria well and out of the hospital, picking oranges with her family. Her turbaned friend is there. She even finds a butterfly. And she tells us that Roy has recovered and gone back to being a stunt-man. We see him do stunts and Alexandria tells us she knows it is him—doing fantastical stunts that other people can’t do. In a glorious montage, we see all these surprising stunts. He has indeed chosen life.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The film sings the power of cinema and storytelling. Gene Siskel once said that great films take us to worlds we’ve never known. Tarsem Singh, the director, filmed in over 18 countries in exotic locales which create a fantastic vision. He allows us to see the subtle love growing between his two main characters while powering our imaginations with impossible actions. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lee Pace discusses his role:</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUSd2ci2NXA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUSd2ci2NXA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><table><br /><tbody><tr><br /><td><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't miss it! </span><br /></span></td><br /><td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Shb9oZfhRXI/AAAAAAAAVu4/wIqROJb6ugU/s1600-h/the_fall.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Shb9oZfhRXI/AAAAAAAAVu4/wIqROJb6ugU/s400/the_fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338733278773986674" border="0" /></a></td><br /></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-8069797033901758602?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-47285804205596662882009-05-18T19:29:00.003-05:002009-05-18T19:31:21.974-05:00The Staring Contest<object width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Btor75RnWK4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Btor75RnWK4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-4728580420559666288?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-78767891867856689532009-05-16T16:34:00.021-05:002009-05-17T16:55:28.008-05:00"Wings of Desire"<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg8_TeC7FPI/AAAAAAAAVVQ/UO1C-6Ce58Y/s1600-h/IMG_2135a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg8_TeC7FPI/AAAAAAAAVVQ/UO1C-6Ce58Y/s400/IMG_2135a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336553687172715762" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >"There are angels walking among us . . ."<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I collect angel artwork. I'm fascinated by how many cultures have angels images and how those images both vary and are similar. For example, I took the picture above from a bowl in t</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >he Greek/Roman collection at New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art in last month. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg9T17jknKI/AAAAAAAAVWA/Wi-WCWDHt3I/s1600-h/angels01a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg9T17jknKI/AAAAAAAAVWA/Wi-WCWDHt3I/s400/angels01a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576269442391202" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg9VQnvByfI/AAAAAAAAVWI/q6rBx_Ha4jk/s1600-h/angels02a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg9VQnvByfI/AAAAAAAAVWI/q6rBx_Ha4jk/s400/angels02a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336577827489827314" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A few years ago, I bought some angel items </span><span style="font-size:100%;">that were in a collection of a young woman's estate, which included a large wooden folk art angel, a ceramic plaque with two musical angels and a modern ceramic wall flower holder. The angel with trumpet ornament is a Christmas decoration.</span><br /></p><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Other figures in my collection include a large folk art angel at top, a realistic Spanish statue of S. Raphael, a beautifully painted small hanging Russian angel, a silver/gold candle holder, plate with angel and three kings, and a modern folk angel. Above all is a framed Christmas card.</span><p span="" style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">There are several movies with angels, including <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's a Wonderful Life</span> </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >and</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;">Heaven Can Wait</span>. </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >In<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The Bishop's Wife</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> (1947), angel Cary Grant falls in love with mortal Loretta Young.</span><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;">A similar theme is developed in one of my favorite films, </p></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.wim-wenders.com/movies/movies_spec/wingsofdesire/wingsofdesire.htm"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >The Wings of Desire</span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> (1987). [The film was remade in 1998 as </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >City of A</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >ngels</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> with Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan.]</span><br /></span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioGGQAkNKow&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ioGGQAkNKow&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Wings of Desire</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >, the main character Damiel is an angel who wants to become human and experience love. My favorite scene of the film is when Damiel and the angel Cassiel walk into the public library and observes the readers sitting with their guardian angels whispering to them. I began thinking of libraries in a totally different way. </span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wi8sYY0pCdE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wi8sYY0pCdE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span></p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In literature, there's Elizabeth Knox's </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/books/first/k/knox-luck.html">The Vintner's Luck</a> </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >which develops</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > a similar theme as the above. in 1809 Frenchman Sobran Jodeau encounters an angel named Xas who Sobran determines is his guardian angel. For the rest of Sobran's life, the two develop a homo-erotic earthly relationship that goes way beyond the relationship Sobran and the reader expect.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two graphic novels about angels come to mind.</span><br /></span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg97o3JWtyI/AAAAAAAAVYE/bFTRCK5fdkM/s1600-h/cloud99.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg97o3JWtyI/AAAAAAAAVYE/bFTRCK5fdkM/s400/cloud99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336620025385498402" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The first, in two parts, is Yslaire's <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cloud-99-Memories/dp/1930652003">From Cloud 99: Memories Part One</a> </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Memories Part Two</span>. In Yslaire's work, 99-year-old psychologist Eva Stern gets a series of emails from an anonymou</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >s sender with pictures documenting events in her life and the world of the 20th century and showing an angel in space who looks like her lost brother. With an assistant, she tries to decipher the messages, which seem to say that her brother is an angel--and eternal.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg98AqyPemI/AAAAAAAAVYM/gdWtSXv5FQI/s1600-h/gaiman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sg98AqyPemI/AAAAAAAAVYM/gdWtSXv5FQI/s400/gaiman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336620434384190050" border="0" /></a></p><p face="trebuchet ms"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Th</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e second graphic novel, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.scifidimensions.com/Feb03/murdermysteries.htm">Murder Mysteries</a>,</span> is by writer Neil Gaiman and artist P. Craig Russell. A bum joins a stranger on a bench and begins telling him a story of how he is actually the angel of vengeance and how he solved the first murder of an angel. Why he is telling the story is another mystery.<br /></span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShCHEMeEFII/AAAAAAAAVbg/VKMXjeQRKa4/s1600-h/2009_angel_cp.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShCHEMeEFII/AAAAAAAAVbg/VKMXjeQRKa4/s200/2009_angel_cp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336914064570586242" border="0" /></a></p><p>Above is the angel from my Everyman paper doll set, done in the style of Albrecht Durer.<br /></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Below are more of my angel collection: first is a Balinese angel which I acquired at a garage sale. At right is a modern wooden folk African angel.<br /></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB_H5YW6PI/AAAAAAAAVbQ/0o4QTGBVp3E/s1600-h/indonesian.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB_H5YW6PI/AAAAAAAAVbQ/0o4QTGBVp3E/s200/indonesian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905332072835314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB-_Yg-FzI/AAAAAAAAVbA/ZvHxgsfWfFo/s1600-h/black_angel.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB-_Yg-FzI/AAAAAAAAVbA/ZvHxgsfWfFo/s200/black_angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905185811633970" border="0" /></a></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB-8D1saRI/AAAAAAAAVa4/-gLKWYeEtsA/s1600-h/angel-ornament.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB-8D1saRI/AAAAAAAAVa4/-gLKWYeEtsA/s200/angel-ornament.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905128721803538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB-48H5QiI/AAAAAAAAVaw/j_fow9nTsRQ/s1600-h/1997.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB-48H5QiI/AAAAAAAAVaw/j_fow9nTsRQ/s200/1997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905075111051810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB_hmUB_0I/AAAAAAAAVbY/f2IjFPUqa28/s1600-h/fontanini01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB_hmUB_0I/AAAAAAAAVbY/f2IjFPUqa28/s200/fontanini01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336905773631012674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB-YkXVV9I/AAAAAAAAVao/3mMK4Z9ZVQM/s1600-h/IMG_2368.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/ShB-YkXVV9I/AAAAAAAAVao/3mMK4Z9ZVQM/s200/IMG_2368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336904518977542098" border="0" /></a></p><p>First is a 1980 Hallmark Christmas angel with lute, designed by Donna Lee; a 1997 Hallmark African-American angel with goblet; a Fontanini standing angel; large Fontanini wall angel with lute.<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-7876789186785668953?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-1209787346533358792009-05-09T22:38:00.000-05:002009-05-09T22:39:45.429-05:00Brightman and Banderas - "Phantom of the Opera"<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S88rkpPu8_g&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S88rkpPu8_g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-120978734653335879?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-2219251797501917222009-05-09T22:22:00.001-05:002009-05-09T22:23:53.058-05:00Susan Boyle at 25 - "I Don't Know How to Love Him"<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PopDMYLWzVI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PopDMYLWzVI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-221925179750191722?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-25413128112527847192009-05-09T20:33:00.011-05:002009-05-09T22:41:25.543-05:00Star Trek: The Beginning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SgYvizypPfI/AAAAAAAAUwg/8kz1cuTR5CA/s1600-h/bridge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/SgYvizypPfI/AAAAAAAAUwg/8kz1cuTR5CA/s400/bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334003083731615218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">A 1995 Hallmark ornament of Captain James T. Kirk sits in front of the backdrop of the new "Star Trek" movie's bridge. Picture C. David Claudon.</span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><p><span style="">Earlier this week I watched an episode of <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Star Trek</span> that I had never seen, and having been a loyal viewer of the show, I was surprised. It starred Jeffrey Hunter as the captain of the <span>U.S.S. Enterprise</span>. I knew Hunter from his 1950s work in such movies as <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Searchers</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">King of Kings</span> (mocked by many as Jesus for having shaven armpits at his crucifixion). Hunter starred in the 1965 NBC pilot of <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Star Trek</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>as Captain Christopher Pike, in an episode called "The Cage."<br /><br />When the series was picked up, William Shatner took over as Captain James T. Kirk. That first season began in 1966, the year I began teaching, and continued until 1969, when I moved to my second job in Park Forest.<br /><br />As was probably intended, after seeing the episode, I was primed to see the prequel.<br /><br />Today I went to see the film and was delighted. The film had great special effects, the wit of the original, and great action sequences. The new crew pay enthusiastic homage to their predecessors. Chris Pine as Kirk and Zachary Quinto as Spock make a fun duo. I found myself laughing with the recognition of the new crew: </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="">Nyota Uhura (Zoe Saldana), the cynical Dr. </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Bones" McCoy (Karl Urban), Mr. Hikaru Sulu (John Cho) who does great action sequences, Pavel Chekov (Anton Yelchin), and the comedy relief of "Beam me up, Scotty" (Simon Pegg). Eric Bana makes a good villain. And there too is Capt. Christopher Pike (Bruce Greenwood) as Kirk's mentor and father-figure.</span></span></span></p></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">I saw the film on large-screen with a top-notch sound system and can urge you to run out and see it while it's still in the theatres.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you need inspiration, check out the movie website, </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.startrekmovie.com/">here</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> and watch the trailer. The movie is as good as the trailer.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you want to know more about the Starships, check </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.utopiaplanitia.info/index.html">here</a><span style="font-family:verdana;">.</span></p><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgYwt8Cat7s&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgYwt8Cat7s&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-2541312811252784719?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-21407893812761936402009-05-05T08:53:00.007-05:002009-05-05T12:28:51.861-05:00Joseph Campbell and the MonomythWe all want a life of adventure, a life filled with drama and challenges forcing us to prove our worth. David, in John Connolly’s <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Book of Lost Things</span> lives a life of magical thinking. He has grown up loving fairy tales and, after the death of his mother, begins having blackouts where he is able to see a world with a castle and his dead mother calling him on a quest to save her and bring her back home.<br /><br />The real world is often mundane; people live unheroic lives of boredom, monotony, and (according to Thoreau) quiet desperation. In the world of fairy tales, however, like David’s world, ivy can grown into our room trying to reach us, crooked little men can turn into magpies and appear to threaten our family, and wolves can walk upright and speak – and we can do the impossible of bringing someone back from the world of death.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The importance of the quest.</span> Joseph Campbell describes the pattern for all hero quest stories as “the <span style="font-size:130%;">monomyth</span>.” He summarizes the pattern in <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Hero of a Thousand Faces</span>:<br /><blockquote>A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.</blockquote><br />Campbell then expands this pattern into various parts:<br /><ul><li>Separation from the Present<br /></li><li>The call to adventure. The hero is sometimes thrust, sometimes enticed, into a new world.</li><li>Refusal of the call. Often the hero’s reponse is to refusal the call. Bilbo Baggins in The Hobbit is ultimately forced to go on the journey much against his will.</li><li>Meeting with the Mentor – the hero is helped by someone older and wiser.</li><li>Often also the hero has a companion who acts as a confidant.<br /></li><li>Crossing the threshold OR</li><li>Entering the Belly of the Beast – some times a death and birth incident gets the hero into the new world</li><li>Initiation</li><li>Road of trials – the hero must go through a series of tests and trials</li><li>Mother as Goddess – often the hero must encounter a goddess figure OR</li><li>Woman as Temptress - the hero must resist the temptations of a woman</li><li>Reconcilliation with the father – the hero sometimes has to reconcile with the father-figure</li><li>Apotheosis – through his trials, the hero ultimately changes his viewpoint</li><li>The Ultimate Test or Ordeal </li><li>Receiving The Boon</li><li>The Road Back </li><li>Refusal of the return</li><li>The Chase Sequence</li><li>Rescue </li><li>Resurrection</li><li>Crossing the Return Threshold – Bringing Back the Elixir</li><li>Master of Two Worlds</li><li>Freedom to Live<br /></li></ul>To see how the makers of <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Matrix</span> used this, check out this video:<br /><br /><object width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AG4rlGkCRU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AG4rlGkCRU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400"></embed></object><br /><br />Here’s a <a href="http://monomythic.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/monomyth1.jpg">visual map</a> of the journey<br /><br />Assignment: Trace how these elements are used in <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Wizard of Oz</span> or another favorite film.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-2140789381276193640?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-33222777104548788662009-05-04T20:48:00.002-05:002009-05-04T20:49:05.939-05:00Vincent at Starbucks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sf-a96WC2pI/AAAAAAAAUcs/irnM8VKhyXg/s1600-h/vincent%40starbucks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sf-a96WC2pI/AAAAAAAAUcs/irnM8VKhyXg/s400/vincent%40starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332150872254372498" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-3322277710454878866?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-41254155942753661652009-05-04T19:51:00.006-05:002009-05-04T20:28:13.957-05:00The Van Gogh Cover-up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sf-WHZuk1bI/AAAAAAAAUb4/iVc43W5X-7M/s1600-h/vangogh.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C4aSk1DJAeM/Sf-WHZuk1bI/AAAAAAAAUb4/iVc43W5X-7M/s320/vangogh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145537739445682" /></a><br />A researcher claims that Vincent Van Gogh has been maligned regarding the loss of his ear. <br /><br />Art history tells us that Van Gogh, in a fit of madness, cut off his ear and gave it to a prostitute. According to a <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1177205/Van-Gogh-didnt-cut-ear--chopped-Gauguin-row-woman-outside-brothel.html">new theory</a>, Van Gogh and his friend Paul Gauguin were outside a brothel, having an argument about Gauguin's staying in the south of France. Gauguin, wielding a sword, waved it toward Van Gogh and somehow Van Gogh's ear ended up on the ground. Gauguin ran off and Van Gogh threw the sword in the river (says the researcher, to protect his friend from persecution). After presenting the ear to a prostitute, Van Gogh went home to bed. He refused to discuss the incident. Our knowledge of the incident came only from Gauguin who said Van Gogh cut off his own ear. <br /><br />The friendship of the two fell apart, and seven months later, Van Gogh committed suicide.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-4125415594275366165?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-46351368740843642722009-05-04T18:11:00.003-05:002009-05-04T18:17:35.287-05:00Tsunami Hit New York?Scientists believe that a huge wave, similar to the Christmas Indian Ocean tsunami of 2004, hit the present day area of New York City around 300 BCE. Studying more than 20 earth cores, they believe that a large storm or rare Atlantic Ocean tsunami or some space impactor could have created the findings. <br /><br />Read the fascinating story <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/8028949.stm">here</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-4635136874084364272?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-86325694288984853552009-05-03T21:20:00.003-05:002009-05-03T21:22:16.044-05:00Britain Indeed Has TalentEveryone, including me, was blown away by Susan Boyle's rendering of a song from "Les Miz." Now comes Jamie Pugh to sing "Bring Him Home" from "Les Miz." Amazing.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1KHRf02ups&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1KHRf02ups&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-8632569428898485355?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15058238.post-71434137159799317412009-05-03T14:12:00.001-05:002009-05-03T14:12:47.354-05:00What's Hiding in Your Cellphone?<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-7XwboOx98&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-7XwboOx98&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This explains it all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15058238-7143413715979931741?l=gallimauphry.blogspot.com'/></div>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332426096609930376noreply@blogger.com1