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slipjig3I can hear the bated breath from here:
Another flippin' RaveTen
Books: When I was just entering junior high school, my mom and my sixth-grade teacher conspired to find books that would catch my interest. I don't remember a single title they came up with, except for Richard Adams' Watership Down. That one stuck like very few books have: I used to reread it every summer, and it thrilled me to sleeplessness and moved me to tears every time. It's still the finest storytelling I've ever encountered.
Movies: Question: Why would the opening credits of a major motion picture list actors who don't exist and don't appear on screen? Another question: How is it possible for a movie's entire cast to receive Oscar nominations all at once? Answer to both: Ask anyone who's seen Sleuth, with an experienced Laurence Olivier and a very young Michael Caine. Better yet, see it yourself, before you start asking. And remember to tell them: It was just a bloody game. [cue laughter]
Music: I saw singer-songwriter Katie Haverly on a local music show a year ago, and bought her debut CD. It was pretty good, but a bit shaky, like she hadn't quite found her voice yet. Then, just today, I received in the mail her hot-off-the-presses follow-up, The City. It looks like her voice has been found. Boy, has it ever. Wow.. For pity's sake, go to her Web site and check out the three entirely-too-short samples: "The City," "Immunity," and "Drugs and Tears." The PayPal button's right there. You will be clicking it.
TV: It's Guilty Pleasure time, so lock up the kids. I am sick to death of reality shows, especially the ones that require contestants to perform various "stunts" for not enough money to be worth the ink on the waiver. However, I do make an exception for "Dog Eat Dog," for one big reason: the contestants actually look like they're (gasp!) having fun. There's the usual trash talk, but it's unusually good-natured; this is the only reality show where I wouldn't be surprised to see the opponents grabing a beer together after the taping.
Web Sites: Here's the summary of what Star Links is all about: You type in the names of any two movie performers (e.g. Buster Keaton and Freddie Prinze Jr.) and Star Links connects them, Kevin-Bacon-game style (Keaton was in A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum with Michael Hordem, who was in The Trouble with Spies with Frank Welker, who was in Scooby-Doo with Mr. Prinze, a three-step journey). Pointless, and yet somehow, totally essential.
Food: Kristi wanted strawberry preserves. She craved strawberry preserves. Not jam, not jelly, but preserves. Preferrably, and I quote, "something from Vermont." Well, Vermont didn't pan out, so I settled for France: I grabbed Bonne Maman Strawberry Preserves because it had quaint packaging. It turned out to be an extraordinarily good call. This stuff's so good, it'll make you skip the bread and go straight for a spoon.
LiveJournals: I really like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sibylla, because sibylla is really likable. I'm glad beyond glad to have her as a friend. Go read her. Do it now. 'Nuff said.
Shopping: After about eight years out of the loop, I've finally gotten back onto the mailing list for Lark in the Morning, land of folk instruments you didn't know you could get by mail order. You need a bodhran? A bouzouki? A hurdy-gurdy, sanxian, muzzar, or crummhorn? Here's your source. It's a good thing that I can't afford them because I'd be blowing a huge wad of cash on them if I could. (Online presence here.)
Places: Yes, I'm sure that my fondness for the Inn at Manchester in Manchester, VT in heavily influenced by the fact that Kristi and I spent our honeymoon there, as well as our first anniversary. Be that as it may, the Inn has most definitely ruined me for other bed and breakfasts for life. I so want to go back. Check it out hither.
Whatever: How's this for a triple threat: (1) actor (favored by the likes of David Mamet and Paul Thomas Anderson); (2) historian (with a staggering knowledge of magic, vaudeville and the off-the-wall performing arts, and an enormous collection of memorabilia of the same); and (3) the absolute, undisputed best sleight-of-hand artist alive today (no parenthetical necessary). That's Ricky Jay. I would sacrifice internal organs just to hang out with him for a while. (And yes, he has a Web page, with very little on it at the moment.)
So, at what point do I get to start repeating myself?
Another flippin' RaveTen
Books: When I was just entering junior high school, my mom and my sixth-grade teacher conspired to find books that would catch my interest. I don't remember a single title they came up with, except for Richard Adams' Watership Down. That one stuck like very few books have: I used to reread it every summer, and it thrilled me to sleeplessness and moved me to tears every time. It's still the finest storytelling I've ever encountered.
Movies: Question: Why would the opening credits of a major motion picture list actors who don't exist and don't appear on screen? Another question: How is it possible for a movie's entire cast to receive Oscar nominations all at once? Answer to both: Ask anyone who's seen Sleuth, with an experienced Laurence Olivier and a very young Michael Caine. Better yet, see it yourself, before you start asking. And remember to tell them: It was just a bloody game. [cue laughter]
Music: I saw singer-songwriter Katie Haverly on a local music show a year ago, and bought her debut CD. It was pretty good, but a bit shaky, like she hadn't quite found her voice yet. Then, just today, I received in the mail her hot-off-the-presses follow-up, The City. It looks like her voice has been found. Boy, has it ever. Wow.. For pity's sake, go to her Web site and check out the three entirely-too-short samples: "The City," "Immunity," and "Drugs and Tears." The PayPal button's right there. You will be clicking it.
TV: It's Guilty Pleasure time, so lock up the kids. I am sick to death of reality shows, especially the ones that require contestants to perform various "stunts" for not enough money to be worth the ink on the waiver. However, I do make an exception for "Dog Eat Dog," for one big reason: the contestants actually look like they're (gasp!) having fun. There's the usual trash talk, but it's unusually good-natured; this is the only reality show where I wouldn't be surprised to see the opponents grabing a beer together after the taping.
Web Sites: Here's the summary of what Star Links is all about: You type in the names of any two movie performers (e.g. Buster Keaton and Freddie Prinze Jr.) and Star Links connects them, Kevin-Bacon-game style (Keaton was in A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum with Michael Hordem, who was in The Trouble with Spies with Frank Welker, who was in Scooby-Doo with Mr. Prinze, a three-step journey). Pointless, and yet somehow, totally essential.
Food: Kristi wanted strawberry preserves. She craved strawberry preserves. Not jam, not jelly, but preserves. Preferrably, and I quote, "something from Vermont." Well, Vermont didn't pan out, so I settled for France: I grabbed Bonne Maman Strawberry Preserves because it had quaint packaging. It turned out to be an extraordinarily good call. This stuff's so good, it'll make you skip the bread and go straight for a spoon.
LiveJournals: I really like
sibylla, because sibylla is really likable. I'm glad beyond glad to have her as a friend. Go read her. Do it now. 'Nuff said.Shopping: After about eight years out of the loop, I've finally gotten back onto the mailing list for Lark in the Morning, land of folk instruments you didn't know you could get by mail order. You need a bodhran? A bouzouki? A hurdy-gurdy, sanxian, muzzar, or crummhorn? Here's your source. It's a good thing that I can't afford them because I'd be blowing a huge wad of cash on them if I could. (Online presence here.)
Places: Yes, I'm sure that my fondness for the Inn at Manchester in Manchester, VT in heavily influenced by the fact that Kristi and I spent our honeymoon there, as well as our first anniversary. Be that as it may, the Inn has most definitely ruined me for other bed and breakfasts for life. I so want to go back. Check it out hither.
Whatever: How's this for a triple threat: (1) actor (favored by the likes of David Mamet and Paul Thomas Anderson); (2) historian (with a staggering knowledge of magic, vaudeville and the off-the-wall performing arts, and an enormous collection of memorabilia of the same); and (3) the absolute, undisputed best sleight-of-hand artist alive today (no parenthetical necessary). That's Ricky Jay. I would sacrifice internal organs just to hang out with him for a while. (And yes, he has a Web page, with very little on it at the moment.)
So, at what point do I get to start repeating myself?
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