I don’t have very good images, but when I was watching Lars and the Real Girl yesterday with my sister, I noticed that Bianca
looks an awful lot like Drew Barrymore in one scene of Fever Pitch.
She looks really lively here, so it’s hard to explain, but in the scene, Drew is sitting on a bench staring placidly into space while Jimmy Fallon moons on about something or other. And the full outfit really DOES look like Bianca’s. Same vacant expression.
1. Criterion posted my top 20 in a recent article on The Current. I feel famous-adjacent. (That article is longer and took me longer to write than almost anything else I’ve done for film.com, and I am really proud of it.)
1a. Someone referenced me in this wikipedia article.
2. It makes me crazy that I can tell from Twitter that Rich Sommer has a Facebook account and that I won’t even bother friending him because he won’t accept it.
3. Went to brunch in Whittier, Dinner in Escondido, and midnight party in North Hollywood. Stayed much later than I thought I would at each event,
4. I’m really into Paul Schneider and Tunde Adebimpe right now.
I asked the doorman for directions as I entered the huge casino, I still don’t know where exactly I was going, but I was pregnant. I put my hand on my stomach as I walked up the slight spiral staircase to the elevator landing. On the walls were beautiful works of art and around the area were many people observing them carefully and a man sitting in a chair facing the elevators. “Oh. She’s pregnant.” A man standing behind him said, continuing to look at the painting, which was pastoral in nature, classical in execution. I went towards the elevators and noticed a lot of blood and many terrified people laying on the ground. I realized in an instant that the man behind me was holding these people hostage or I had walked up in a supremely inopportune moment, in any case, the baby was keeping me alive and so I walked to the elevator, and got on. A woman tried to get on, and I pushed her hand out of the door, telling her I would go get help. She looked terrified.
As I got off on the main casino floor I ran around to each desk telling them there was a man with a gun and hostages on floor 53. They went into high-panic mode and took care of the sitaution. I put my hand on my stomach again, as I seemed to be in some kind of pain.
He and I were visiting a huge art museum, much like the Nelson-Atkins, and we saw many works of art. He still couldn’t drive, so I did.
It was nice to see him after these past few years, and I kept holding his hand, something we never did in real life. He let me.
The New Yorker Fiction podcast.
Half an hour long, the current fiction editor at the New Yorker discusses a short story from the archives with a current writer who has also been published in the New Yorker. Against all logic, it’s only pretentious about one in five times. The rest of the time, it’s informative, interesting and points the way to great writers you may have heard about but not had the time to get into. And the best part? It’s free.
Go to: iTunes store, search New Yorker and then download all of them, for free.
Alela Diane
Guitar, sweet vocals, reminds me so strongly of another time and place.
If you have Spotify, then she’s on there.
Click here to go to Hype Machine and hear a selection of her songs.
The Innocence Mission
Back in high-school I used to love this Innocence Mission tape someone made for me, and I played it a great deal and then lost it and forgot about it until I went to Amoeba four years ago and found a bunch of their albums in the dollar bin. Imagine Rosie Thomas finally married Denison Witmer and Innocence Mission is what happened. Although I think they came before. Think Sarah McLachlan and Natalie Merchant, but in a GOOD WAY.
If you have Spotify, then there’s a few albums on there.
Click here to go to Hype M and listen to them.
Salting Ice cream and Watermelon.
Kottke has a good post on this week’s episode of Mad Men wherein a character salts some ice cream before eating it. Try salting some watermelon as well, it brings out the flavour marvelously. Thank you, Aunt Barbara.
