I really liked the song My Manic and I by Laura Marling, so I looked up her website and found the video there, and now I really can’t stop playing it. The combination of the video and the song is so pretty and interesting, and almost reminds me of the tone I tried to strike the films I made for my experimental film class, although it succeeds far better. I love the look of the super 8 film.
On the site, I also read this:
"You’ll notice that this album doesn’t just appear in a ‘normal’ format - the music is part of a ‘Song Box’, designed by Laura, which contains postcards, trinkets and stories - plus a concert ticket to her shows in March. ‘The idea came of a conversation I had with a guy who owned the studio I was recording in,’ says Marling. ‘He said he was depressed with the way music’s going, because nobody buys records any more and people are listening to MP3s on bad headphones, using music for wallpaper.’ So, she designed the chart-ineligible, beautifully printed ‘Song Box’: ‘I want people to *love music,’ she says, ‘I want people to treasure it, not just my songs, but treasure music."
I think this is such a lovely, creative idea. I like when any artist tries to do something new and unique. I want a song box.
Over a year ago, I was introduced to a very independent movie called Four-Eyed Monsters that was posted on the website www.spout.com. It is a film about the relationship between the two filmmakers Arin Crumley and Susan Buice, created over time into an intricate work of art, that is narrative, yet reminiscent of a collage. It is honest and beautiful and one of the most realistic portrayals of a relationship I have ever seen.
Recently, I tried to watch it again, but found that it was no longer available online. However, the filmmakers have since created a series of 13 short addendum episodes, and the last 5 of them are available on youtube at www.youtube.com/foureyedmonsters. I watched those today (episode 9-13), and found them just as achingly real as I remember the film being. Each one is an exquisite snapshot of a moment in the evolution of a relationship.
Apparently, the feature film (which I think was about an hour long, but I’m not sure) is now available on DVD, along with the extra episodes. But it seems to only be available at Borders, and since they don’t have those here, I’ll have to wait until I go home to buy it. I definitely plan on buying it though.
Four Eyed Monsters is a film that speaks to me, as a person who over-examines her relationships to the point of navel-gazing madness. In documenting their partnership, these filmmakers have done something beautiful. I am inspired by them to draw from the love in my life, and to create something more than I am.
I went to see this movie last night at the independent theater, even though I had never heard of it and knew next to nothing about it. How could you pass on that title? It was surprisingly funny and entertaining. It wasn’t a great or moving film, but I thought it was pretty cute… if a movie that involves blowjobs, a strap-on, and a threesome can be cute. Although the plot is minimal, there’s plenty of interesting dialogue and with multiple storylines constantly interweaving, it’s nearly impossible to get bored. I’m not sure if it’s playing in the US, but if it is and you want to watch something light, but like me, you have no interest in The Incredible Hulk, Don’t Mess With the Zohan, The Love Guru, or Get Smart, go see this one. Wow, there are a lot of stupid movies out.
And for the record, when I asked for my ticket, I neglected to include the last word of the title. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Mix vodka, sprite, strawberry orange banana juice, freshly picked strawberries, and ice in a blender. Serve and enjoy with a side of Cheez-It Party Mix while watching a DVD of the best episodes of Friends. A tasty and satisfying evening.
When I’m in Canada, I rarely watch TV. We don’t get a lot of the channels that I normally flip through at home (MTV, VH1, Style, TLC) and during the school year, I don’t really have time anyway. The only one I ever consistently watch is America’s Next Top Model, and yes, I realize this kind of makes me a terrible person. While my housemates all watched House, Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, and a couple years ago, The OC, I’ve never been able to get interested in any of those. And while I know there are a lot of good shows that I could/should be watching (The Office, Friday Night Lights, Lost, and just about everything on HBO) I always feel like I wouldn’t know what was going on since I haven’t watched from the beginning.
We don’t even have TV this summer, so any watching I do has to be done online, and unfortunately, because of copyright issues, I can’t even access shows on hulu or lot of other sites like that. (alluc.org is the only one I’ve found and its offerings are pretty limited.) But it’s not a big deal to me because it’s so rare for me to really become interested in a show. At home, I usually just watch a lot of trashy reality stuff that I can watch while doing other things like cleaning my room or reading a magazine — love The Real World, What Not To Wear, The Real Housewives of Orange County/ New York City, and other silly shows like that.
Thinking back, the few shows I’ve really enjoyed (Friends excluded), I’ve watched on DVD — Sex and the City, Gilmore Girls, Freaks and Geeks. The trend follows for the most recent addition to my short list of favorites — How I Met Your Mother. For the past month or so I’ve been watching it on DVD, and the other day I finally finished the 3rd season. When I watched the first episode, I was prepared not to like the show very much, since sitcoms usually don’t have much pull for me. But I was pleasantly surprised to find myself laughing and being drawn in to the lives of the characters. I think the show succeeds because it gracefully walks the fine line between traditional contained, humor-based episodes, and serious, often romantic, continuing storylines. (Plus — Canadian jokes!) I’m glad I watched it on DVD rather than on TV because I would have hated to wait a week between each short episode.
Anyway, if you haven’t watched the show, you should give it a chance. And I’d suggest watching from the beginning if you can. I hope it makes you laugh.
This is something I think everyone should read. I understand if you don’t read the whole thing, but at least read the first couple paragraphs. The writer is Sarah Bunting, who writes for Television Without Pity, knows everything about baseball and grammar, and writes an incredible advice column — the only one I would ever seriously take advice from. She’s also a feminist. And if you support the equality of the sexes, so are you. Yes, you are.
One of my favorite musical artists, as well as the writer of a song whose lyrics inspired the title of this very blog, is Jenny Lewis. She is the lead singer of the amazing band Rilo Kiley, but since a lot of people know about them, I just wanted to use this space to encourage you to listen to her solo album — Rabbit Fur Coat by Jenny Lewis and The Watson Twins. At least listen to the clips of it on iTunes.
I’ve been listening to the songs for about a year now and they haven’t gotten old for me at all. I always look for music with interesting lyrics, and hers are so beautiful and unique. My favorite is “You Are What You Love,” but I also love “The Charging Sky,” “Rise Up With Fists!!” “Born Secular” and her cover of “Handle With Care.” My dad always used to play The Traveling Willburys version when I was young, and since I love covers, and I love female singer-songwriters, this one is perfect for me.
When I turn on the radio, I’m almost always so disappointed with what gets played. It makes me wish that every musician could be as intelligent and talented as Jenny.
So I had my first day of work on Saturday. It went surprisingly well. Apparently, it was an uncommonly slow night, so I mostly just talked to the other people working there. But on a usual day or night, I’ll be standing outside the restaurant (Brandee’s) in front of the patio seating, just smiling and greeting people who stop to check out the menu. I also seat people, clear tables, and take cover/check ids at night when bands play.
The cover part is what I’m most worried about. The problem is that I’m supposed to ask everyone for $4, but regulars don’t have to pay. And there are a LOT of regulars. Unfortunately, I don’t know who the regulars are, and the girl training me told me that some of them can get really angry if you ask them to pay cover. I’m cringing at the thought of my first night dealing with that. Why can’t people just be polite? Mostly, the regulars are men and women over 40. I’m so worried that I won’t remember who is a regular, even after a few shifts. Hopefully I’ll get the hang of it. I’m also supposed to let people in for free if they put up a fight about the cover charge. I feel like that’s going to be a weird situation. But we’ll see how it goes.
I won’t have to check IDs often, since most people who come to see the bands are well over 19, but I do have to check if they look fairly young, which happens now and then. I just have to remember to only let in people born in the first half of 1989 or earlier. The problem is that I would never ever recognize a fake ID since all Canadian IDs look kind of fake to me anyway. Maybe one of the bouncers (who stand with me while I take them) will give me some tips.
Overall, most people there seem quite nice and I think it’ll be a good job. If nothing else, it’s pleasant to stand outside and watch the people go by. There’s an ice cream shop on both sides of the restaurant, so there are constantly people walking by with ice cream, looking content. Also, I’m right by the water, and across from the visitor’s center, so there are lots of tourists and it’s a really pretty atmosphere.
So yesterday, I finally got ahold of my “boss” at Pizza Pizza and he asked me to meet him at the restaurant. After showing up half an hour late, he told me that business had been slow and he couldn’t give me a lot of hours but he’d put me on 1 or 2 days a week. But I know a girl who works there and she says they’ve been desperate for more employees and that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Anyway, he didn’t even put me on the schedule, but said he’d call me in a week. At that point, I gave up on the job and started frantically searching for another one.
I dropped off my resume to be a hostess at a nice restaurant near the water, and they gave me an interview later in the day. And today, I found out I got the job! I’m so pleased! It’s a much classier job than working the register at Pizza Pizza, and it will probably be full time. On the weekends, they have salsa music and jazz musicians there and I’ll be taking tickets at the door for that. So I’m finally really employed. I go in today to pick up some paperwork and such and hopefully find out when I start. It’s such a relief to have a job. I’m pretty nervous for some reason, though. Waitresses can get angry at the hostess when it gets really busy, so it can be a bit stressful. Anyway, for now I’m just going to be happy that I have the job, and hopeful that I’ll meet some nice girls there.