August 11th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Perfect Sunday afternoon
I loved the show “The West Wing”, but somewhere around the 3rd or 4th season stopped watching for some reason. After I read “Stories I only tell my friends” by Rob Lowe (enjoyable book by the way), it reminded me about The West Wing and never did see the end of it. So, I decided, it was time start again add watch CJ, Josh, Sam, Toby, Leo, Charlie and POTUS do their fast-talking-while-fast-walking routines. I have to start at the beginning so I remember what happened. After all, the show started, well, it must have been at least 5 years ago.
According to IMBD, it was 1999. Wait, is that right? 1999? How could that be? It was only a couple of years ago – not 13.
What is happening to me? If I find a book that published in 2003, for example, I still think it is quite recent – god help me if it is about the internet or cell phones or something. I still think I graduated from high school relatively recently – forgetting that I missed my 20th high school reunion a while ago. And somehow it is already May 16th – my brain didn’t notice my fingers typing one digit higher each day in this blog.
It’s a strange thing, time. Our brains seem incapable to of keeping accurate track of it – it’s always speeding up or slowing down. Things that happened 10 years ago seem at recent as things that happened 5 years ago. And if I go home to my childhood house, the past seems even closer yet.
May 16th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Enjoying the reruns of The West Wing because it was a good show (who doesn’t want Jed Bartlet running the country?) even if I can’t remember when it was on TV.
Maintenance May Day 16:
Volunteered for Saturday registration at Spin The Lakes Bike Race. (soul, thankfully not body)
I love bad books and bad movies. Those that make you laugh at the wrong time and likely find tremendously satisfying because in some fantasy world somewhere, things just work out no matter how far-fetched. Also, bad is black and white – there is no deeper depth to the villain – they are bad through and through and when they get what is coming to them you want to cheer. But not really bad movies and books. What is the difference between bad and really bad? It has to do with levels of believability; level of gratuitous nudity, gore or violence; and how you feel when you watch it. Some examples of bad movies: Burlesque (romance-drama-musical-Stanley Tucci-ridiculous-evil villian), The Holiday (Christmas sappiness-stupid men-Kate Winslet-english accents-two happy relationships), and Triple X (Vin Diesel-unbelievable stunts exceeding the limits of human strength-awful dialogue). Bad books: Early Shopoholic Series (english charm-stupid spunky girl-rich charming fellow saves the day), and Hotel Vendôme (classic Steel-rarified world-“complicated” problems of prestigious and rich-beautiful and classy heroine).
Now, I may be insulting the authors and directors here, but I think they know what they are making. We want it, but don’t try to tell me for a minute that it is high cinema or academic writing. It’s not. It’s like eating a plate of whole wheat pasta. You know it is better for you than white pasta, but really? You should be eating lean protein, whole grains and a whole swack of vegetables instead. But spaghetti is what you want. You’ve skipped the garlic bread, you worked out this morning. You’re doing pretty good, right? Totally healthy will be done another day.
Today I was a bit tired, and restless, and bored. I was crabby, and generally Emile was trying to stay well away from me. I don’t blame him. I needed my literary/cinematic gorging. I downloaded a new e-book on my reader. I sat down and read it cover to cover until 1 in the morning. Ahhhhh. Goodbye shades of gray, hello black and white, ridiculous storylines and – yes, really – a “Stop this wedding” scene.
April 15th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Consuming exactly what you want when you want.