Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Micro New York Pictures.

I was in New York for a few quick days and I took some grainy pictures on my phone. It seems to me like New York is always portrayed on the macro level, in HUGE pictures. Below are some very small pictures. Please enjoy my (more or less chronological) photo gallery of micro NYC miscellanea!

The Jet Blue departures board.



The mast of The Ventura, a ship that sailed us around Lower Manhattan and The Statue of Liberty.


Awesome cupcakes at Grand Central.



Flowers for sale at a vendor in Midtown.



So do you?



The highly recommended half & half pizza at Totino’s on the Lower East Side.



The legendary $12 Sangria at the rooftop sculpture garden at The Met.



This funny little guy at The Met wants a hug!



A black & white cookie from my favorite little bakery in Grand Central (black & white cookies are just better in New York, I know how that makes me sound, but it is true).



Getting on the subway at Grand Central.



A terrible pic of the full size Ferris Wheel inside the Toys R Us in Times Square.



One of the weird things about walking around in New York is that you will turn a corner and all the sudden, the fricken’ Empire State Building is there.



Some colorful leggings in a store at Penn Station.



A picture of New Jersey, taken from a moving train.



Central Park.



One of the tunnels out of the city.



Most of the cabs have a live map in the back seat now. That little green dot below the S in QUEENS, that’s the cab I was in when I took this.


A rare photo of your humble author, taken in a bathroom at JFK.


A Jack and Coke in the bar at the new Jet Blue Terminal.

New Haiku! For You!


Get this shirt here.


So it seems that I am becoming so super awesome at scratching out shit haiku on my lunch break, here is some poetry I wrote last week (which was an especially bad work week).


Oh work, why must you
demand so much from me and
from my little life?

Sometimes I try to
tunnel out, below my desk;
with little success.

Today I hid up
above the ceiling tiles,
but I got hungry.

At lunch I tried to
flee, but my conscience stopped me;
also, I am broke.

So back I slunk to
my desk and my sad spreadsheets.
I drank cold coffee.

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Red Hot Love.

Since it has been awhile, here is a picture of Scarlett Johansson, who loves me and is sad I have not been blogging as much.



And here is a picture that my awesome roommate Azalea (still test driving blog names for her) sent to my phone when she was in Laughlin.




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Lavish!

BLOG! I have missed you!

It has been super busy lately, but I am back to lavish attention on you.

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Place I Would Like to Go.

You know how I like the internet because it is a repository of the strange, right?

Well here is some strange for you: Crosby Beach, England.



The beach is host to an art instillation by Antony Gormley called Another Place, which apparently consists of 100 six-foot tall cast iron human figures facing out to sea.

That's odd, don't you think?

God as my witness, I will see this fucking bizarre place before I die.






Weird. Awesome.
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WORST MOVIE EVER MADE BY MANKIND!

OOOOOOOH! The film The Guardian is on TV right now! This is – far and away – the worst movie ever made by man.

If you asked someone, “What is the worst movie ever made?” most people would say Battlefield Earth or Plan 9 from Outerspace, but the truth is, the worst movie ever made by mankind is this little gem The Guardian.

Let me break it down for you.

Start with: it stars Kevin Costner AND Ashton Kutcher.

Yeah, that’s right.

And! It is a movie about US Coast Guard Rescue Divers (the guys that jump out of helicopters to save your dumb ass after you somehow manage to sink your yacht). And I would like to take a moment here to say: I mean no disrespect to those of you readers who actually are US Coast Guard Rescue Divers - may the lord bless and keep you – you do good work and you deserved a movie better than this one.

So beyond the problem of the casting, this is a movie with a whole lot of “acting” in it. What Hollywood commentators sometimes call “Capital A Acting”. What does that mean? Go watch any movie where Leonardo DiCaprio plays a character whose wife is dead (this is basically every movie that has made since Catch Me if You Can [with the exception of The Departed, but that still counts, see below]) and at some point he will have a “breakdown” and squint his eyes closed tightly and raise one (or both) of his clenched fists to his face (mouth or forehead) and as you are watching this moment unfold, part of your brain will go, “Wow! This MUST be good acting because I can totally SEE how much work and practice Leo put into this.” When you are watching an actor and all you can see is the actor rehearsing the scene in front of the mirror in his Malibu beach house because of how important a scene it is for the character, THAT is Capital A Acting. Also see: Keanu Reeves’ entire filmograpgy (“I AM AN F-B-I AGENT!!!”), everything Ethan Hawke has ever touched.

Basically the problem here is self-important earnestness. That is the problem with Capital A Acting and it is also the problem with this movie The Guardian. This movie is SO self important! In the opening scene, as Kevin Costner is rescuing a stranded boater who is clinging to debris, he actually yells at the man (as they are in the water and the waves are attacking then) “Stay with your flotation!”

After this movie came out (yeah, I saw it in the theater), I spent a month saying to people, “Stay with your flotation!” No one ever seemed to heed my advice, though my advice was never actually applicable.

What The Guardian is, is an entirely Republican movie. It makes a big deal about honoring these people who serve their country and others, but in the process of doing so, it boils their commitment and sacrifice down to some kind of un-nuanced cartoon. It self-righteously applauds the quality of its actors’ performances despite the fact that the quality is simply not there, and it doesn’t ask us to care about any of it, it simply expects us to. I don’t tear up when I watch this movie, even when the score tells me that I am supposed to.

It is simply awful. It is an awful, awful film of the first magnitude.

It is terrible.

It is … the worst film ever made by mankind.

You should totally watch it next time it is on!

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Keep on Dancing (monkey!).

One step forward, two steps back.

If life is a dance contest, I seem to be losing.

(Or, also, if happiness in life is measured in terms of steps forward vs. steps back, I am still – also – losing.)


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