Monday, December 13, 2010

So I saw this play on Saturday, The Break of Noon, by Neil LaBute. You know him—he directed the movies In the Company of Men, The Shape of Things, Nurse Betty, Possession, The Wicker Man, Death at a Funeral, among others. What a weird mix, right? Anyway, this play, I don't know how I feel about this play. It had some interesting ideas, I guess. It was about a regular guy, John Smith (David Duchovny) who is the lone survivor of an office shooting, surviving because, he says, he heard God speak to him, saving him. He then becomes a celebrity evangelist, and the play is basically a satire. I just enjoyed the novelty of going to a real play. I had only been to two others in New York. The theater was a small downtown theater, the Lucille Lortel, not a big Broadway one. So we were only about 50 or 60 feet away from the actors, I would guess.

It's weird, the difference between watching actors on TV and watching those same actors on stage. (Amanda Peet was also in this.) When you watch actors on screen, you take the acting for granted. You don't think about it. You imagine you're watching people talking and doing stuff, not people pretending to be people talking and doing stuff. You think, acting looks easy. Anybody could do that. I could do that. But then when you see those same actors on stage, you're suddenly aware, somehow, of how much hard work it must be. On screen, it looks easy. On stage, it looks hard! Duchovny was great, by the way. Not bad for a former English Ph.D. student and Ashbery scholar!
I was listening to John Adams's (Adams'? I never know) The Chairman Dances this morning, and it reminded me that I saw this movie, I Am Love, a while ago and thought it was really good. I was reminded of the movie because that music is the main theme music for this movie. Listening to the piece always makes me feel like something somewhere is about to happen. I think the director of this movie must have felt a similar feeling. (You'll better understand what I mean by that when you see the movie.) Tilda Swinton is so great in this. ("Tilda Swinton is so great in this" being the movie review equivalent of "Dog bites man.") You should so see it.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Happy Birthday James Thurber


The Ghost Hunters investigate James Thurber's childhood home:

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Watched Altman's 3 Women for the first time. Pretty weird and cool.

Friday, December 3, 2010

How much self-control does one person really need?

Ron Santo 1940 - 2010


Some of the times I remember being happiest were times I was sitting in my house listening to Pat and Ron call Cubs games on the radio. The last one I listened to must have been no later than 2006, when I moved. He'd already had both legs amputated and his number 10 had been retired at Wrigley. He played his entire career with diabetes. And like countless other Cubs fans, he lived his entire life without ever seeing them win the World Series. So long, Ron. Maybe next year.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

I keep wanting to buy a notebook to start a journal. I used to keep one, but it was so boring. It's hard to get enthusiastic about writing something that's not meant for an audience. The idea is that you'll read it years later and remember things, but I don't know, I've read over some of my old journals and they're just not that entertaining. The writing is boring because writing it was boring. But there's just not that much interesting to write about. You end up with a lot of "did laundry today" stuff. My favorite part of keeping a journal was just writing the date and time. I love keeping track of things. Keeping track is more fun than the stuff I'm keeping track of. Anything really interesting I want to save for telling people, or for literary stuff. I thought about keeping a journal, but then copying some entries to my blog... but I'd hate to have to do all that typing. Really what I want to do is save everything for poems, so keeping it to myself feels like a waste, you know?

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Deciding to just be [redacted] my entire life without [redacted]—is that feasible?

Saturday, November 27, 2010



So, yeah. Got an awesome hat. I believe it's what they call a trilby. The best part is that even though I bought it on "Black Friday", it was not on sale. That feels good. I also went to Housing Works Bookstore, where you never feel guilty about spending money, since it all goes to fighting AIDS and homelessness. What did I find there yesterday? I found Love Invents Us by Amy Bloom, Under the Small Lights by John Cotter, Walks with Men by Ann Beattie, and The Frequencies by Noah Eli Gordon. The last is signed and inscribed, "For Sasha, whom I know in the New Yorker & the blog world—thanx for all the music tips! Best, Noah". At the top of the page he drew a boombox and the date, 8/17/04.

Housing Works is great like that—it's relatively small, and if you go in looking for a specific book, especially an obscure "indie lit" book, you probably won't find it, but if you browse without looking for anything, you'll often find the most unexpected who-knows-whats.

I'm going bowling in three hours and one minute. Really, really, really hoping I impress a lot of cool people with my awesome hat. I'll let you know later how that turns out.

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Friday, November 26, 2010

Bold, foolish, unselfconscious gestures seem necessary to me. If you're wise you might not commit such gestures, but I'm not sure you'll be happier. It's often a letdown when after contemplating some release of emotion I "think better of it" and keep my mouth shut. Then again, opening your mouth can indeed cause greater problems than you had to begin with. There are just some situations in which neither action nor inaction will bring comfort. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that's the way things are.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

A friend of mine made these graphs of my two most recent poems. The bottom one is a pH scale, if you can't tell. Scroll down to read the poems. Pay special attention to the graph of the last line of the second poem. Pretty neat, eh? I want to do some myself now!


Let me ask you this...


What are your thoughts on open relationships/marriages? I asked this on Twitter a few days ago but no one seems to have noticed. I come from the Whatever Works school of relationship philosophy, so yeah, open marriage? I'm all for it, if it works for you. I'm just curious about what some of you might think. Are you in an open relationship? Do you know anyone who is? Do you think they're seen as "abnormal"? Do you, or would you, see them that way? I mean, how much of a taboo is it in the year 2010? Do you think people in open marriages are looked at with the same kind of fascination/judgment with which people view polygamy?

From the Department of Non-rhetorical Questions (DNQ)


Who should pay on a first date? I'm particularly interested to hear from women on this.

Monday, November 22, 2010

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've been getting reacquainted with Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, still the most underrated Star Trek series, I think. I love watching the actors most of all. No matter how popular their shows were, Star Trek actors' careers never seem to take off into "bigger and better" things after the shows end. (With the exception of Patrick Stewart, of course.) They all just seem to end up doing B-movies and minor guest roles on Law & Order. Terry Farrell was on Becker. (Remember? Didn't think so.) The rest ended up on Boston Legal, which was a great show, but gone now. But hey, maybe they don't want bigger and better things. I'm sure a lot of them are doing smaller things that they enjoy, like theatre. Anyway, I just love the endearing B-list charm of your typical Star Trek cast member. Nana Visitor (Major Kira on DS9) is particularly fun to watch. (Did you know she's Cyd Charisse's niece? I didn't, but I do now. Thanks, IMDb.) As a kid, I think I found her kind of annoying. But, you know, that's her character. I realize that now.

It's also great to see Avery Brooks (Commander (later Captain) Sisko) again. He's from Indiana, I learned about an hour ago. Apparently his relationship with the show behind the scenes was sort of contentious at times—he wanted to quit halfway through its run—but you would never know from his performance. A great actor playing a great character.

Did you know that Cirroc Lofton (Jake Sisko, Captain Sisko's son) is former major-leaguer Kenny Lofton's nephew? (I doff my hat and bow at your altar, IMDb.)

Oh, and Rene Auberjonois (Constable Odo on DS9, Paul Lewiston on Boston Legal)—his mother was a princess. Princess Laure Louise Napoléone Eugénie Caroline Murat. "On his mother's side, Rene is descended from Joachim [Napoléon] Murat, King of Naples and King of Sicily, formerly Grand-Duke of Berg and Kleve, and his wife (Marie Annonciade) Caroline Bonaparte, sister of the famous Napoleon."

Damn.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Went out with a married woman last night. (Open marriage.) This is going to be fun. We're going bowling!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The internet is really boring lately. Twitter is the only site where clicking refresh makes it more interesting. Facebook could work that way too if I had more interesting friends. Just kidding, friends.

The windows I have open right now are:

Grooveshark
Gmail
StatCounter
Twitter
Facebook
Goodreads
OkCupid
Salon (Nerve) Personals
this Blogger window
Google Reader

I would also have Flickr open but it's sort of the off-season for street photography. Sure, you can take pictures in the cold, but that means you'd have to be in the cold. Not unthinkable, but it sure affects your motivation.

Still trying to think of a book to review.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Sometimes they're into you and you're not into them, and other times you're into them but they're not into you. Hard to feel sorry for yourself about the latter when the former is fresh in your mind.

Monday, November 15, 2010


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"I have not written a short story for many years. It seems to me a young writer's form, made for discoveries and nuances and epiphanies and superbly adapted for trial syntheses." —Wallace Stegner

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I can't find a single book that I want to write about. Or that I would be qualified to write about, rather.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Do you take notes while reading? I've never done this, and I'm not sure how it would work, logistically. It seems to me that you would need three hands—one to hold the book open, one to hold the notebook you're writing in, and one to hold your writing utensil. (This is assuming your notebook isn't the kind that can lie flat and stay open by itself. I use Moleskines or their generic equivalents.)

Thursday, November 11, 2010


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Happy Veterans Day, Miranda!

Apparently white bread is made from wheat. Am I the only one who didn't know this? If all bread is wheat bread, why is some bread labeled "wheat bread", implying that all other breads are not wheat? What about rye bread? I love rye but I don't like wheat, or "wheat", I guess I should say. Why don't these other breads taste like wheat if they're made from wheat?

Thursday, November 4, 2010

I'm genuinely curious as to how someone in a (happy) relationship could ever experience loneliness. I'm not expressing skepticism that this is possible. I believe it when people say it, but I really am curious.
Jealousy isn't much fun when the people you're jealous of are good people and have done nothing wrong. This causes frustration. Frustration is the worst aspect of any situation in which it occurs. I think frustration always has something to do with proximity. Two things that "should" be together but are separated by a thin sheet of tempered glass. Or whatever it is computer screens are made of.

Monday, November 1, 2010

The reason I can start November fresh with a new book is because yesterday I finished this one, Look at Me, by Jennifer Egan. It was so good I dropped almost everything else I was reading and managed to finish it in under four months. It goes back and forth between two intersecting storylines, one in New York and one in Rockford, Illinois. It's very cinematic. Highly recommended.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

And the not-being-invited-to-any-Halloween-parties streak continues for the [I've lost track]th year.

Friday, October 29, 2010

I want to be honest and open, but that's not always a good idea. Maybe honest and open are different things. You can be open and dishonest, so can you be honest and not open? Maybe not. Maybe it doesn't matter. I guess I'm being partially open with all this, so what does that mean?

Thursday, October 28, 2010

I know I'm being so foolish today. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be saying these things.
The worst part is having to keep it secret. I've been keeping it secret for months, but how long can this last?
I know it's pointless. I know nothing is ever going to happen. I have no choice but to get over it. I know that, but that doesn't make it easier.
I want someone I can't have, that's all there is to it.

Monday, October 25, 2010

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Does publishing this picture on my blog make me a paparazzo? Only if I get paid, I think. Of course, since it's my blog I will have to pay myself. What should I charge myself for the use of this photo of Spike Lee, everyone? I'm thinking of a figure somewhere around one billion dollars. I shouldn't have any trouble raising the money, due to the fact that money is an abstraction, and the fact that I will be both buyer and seller. For example, I just charged myself nine million dollars to take a sip of the decaf coffee I've been drinking for the past hour. And I just charged myself an additional $79 trillion to hit the space bar between the previous sentence and this one. See how it all works out?
This morning I woke up in the middle of the night and found that the underwear I'd been wearing was now on the floor, three feet away from the bed. It really freaked me out. I didn't know I was a sleepwalker.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Forgot to mention it here, but all month long my photos are appearing alongside poems and stories on Everyday Genius.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Hypothesis: If you don't mind being called a nerd, you're not a nerd. If you do mind, if you don't want to be thought of as a nerd because you have bad memories of people calling you a nerd, which made you feel bad about yourself for years, then you're a nerd. Or used to be, and would rather not be referred to as one from now on.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

So I got home from doing laundry tonight and turned on the TV. A TJ Maxx commercial came on, featuring Marie Claire editor Zoe Glassner. And I realized, oh, hey, I went on a date with her once. We had dinner. It was only my second date in New York, so I was kind of awkward. She was nice.

The end.