The Griffin’s in Santa Monica; the exhibit opens on my birthday (sigh). Luckily, it runs until December 12th, which means I’ll get a chance to visit it when I go to see my sister in Orange for Thanksgiving. Squee!!
The State Fair runs from September 25-October 18 this year, which means I will soon get to sample some serious fair food. I, for one, believe fair food to be the ultimate in American cuisine. Nowhere else will you find the American virtues/sins of convenience, innovation, and utter disregard for health all wrapped up (and deep-fried and shoved on a stick) in one singular package. I hope to get a posse of friends to go with me, all the better to sample the myriad wares on offer without exploding from fried food overload.
They had deep-friend Snowballs last year. I mean…wow.
March 17-April 4, 2010 at Bass Concert Hall, WOOT! I don’t care how cheesy it is now, or how many times I’ve already seen it on stage (ummm, five). I am so going to see this next spring. Who’s with me?! I know there are some Phantom fans out there!
“Then who is this girl who owns me, whom I love? I refuse to ask or answer who she is. What is she? This is a thin-shouldered, thin-armed, big-breasted girl, a long-legged girl with feet larger than average, feet that tend to point out a bit when she walks…in her black basketball sneakers.”—
A description of character Lenore Beadsman, David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System.
I think I need a Lenore outfit: white dress, black Converse high-tops.
The Cove is a documentary about a yearly massacre of dolphins near Taiji, Japan. The meat is then fed to Japanese schoolchildren. (A friend of mine can corroborate this, as she worked at a Japanese school and brought her own lunch on whale meat days.) The film also covers the mistreatment of dolphins in marine parks.
I really want to see this, and I also really don’t. I already know that the footage of people killing dolphins is going to make me go beserk with crying.
Dhamma Siri is an invaluable resource for meditators in Central/North Texas. The retreat I attended there was both the hardest and the most rewarding 10 days I have ever spent in my life. What I love about the Center and the folks who run it is their pure dedication to providing a place to meditate seriously without distraction; they aren’t about promoting a religion or hard selling you into donating a bunch of money. Even if you can’t pay them a dime, they will still take you in. They wouldn’t even tell me a suggested donation amount at the end of the retreat, saying only, “That amount is entirely up to you.” After my disillusionment with Austin’s kundalini yoga scene and its bunk “prosperity meditations” and Scientology-like series of ever-more-expensive training classes, Dhamma Siri was a welcome draught of integrity. If you ever want to take a chance and see if you can truly live with yourself and your mind for 10 days, jump on this. You won’t regret it.
My experience on a 10 day silent vipassana meditation retreat was very similar to Wright’s; reading this opinion piece brought back a lot of memories. His moment with a lizard reminded me of my fascination with a garden spider that lived above a flowering bush on the retreat property. For days, I watched this spider grow fatter and fatter on the yellow butterflies that kept flying into his web whilst trying to drink nectar from the bush’s flowers. Yellow bits of wings littered the ground around the spider’s web. Checking in on the spider and its daily rhythms and activities was such a pleasant distraction from my own state of mind, that I soon grew very fond of it—I even wanted to gently pet it, with my finger, while it sat on its web. (I have never felt this way about a creepy-crawly before.) One night, a storm washed the spider and its web away, and I didn’t see it again. I missed it so much.
Nathan Rabin has been getting on my nerves lately. His My Year of Flops feature used to be one of the best things about the Onion A.V. Club until he a) let all the praise go to his head, b) started over-writing reviews, and c) over-promoted his memoir. But this entry for Boxing Helena isn’t bad, though the movie sounds pretty awful. I still want to see it; in fact, if I put together the film series featuring all-female movie directors, Boxing Helena is already on the list due to its notorious reputation.
“Both in the middle and on the fringe. The physical heart, and the cultural extremity. Corn, a steadily waning complex of heavy industry, and sports. What are we to say? We feed and stoke and supply a nation much of which doesn’t know we exist. A nation we tend to be decades behind, culturally and intellectually. What are we to say about it?
This area makes for truly bizarre people. Troubled people.
Memories: things that both are and aren’t. The Midwest: a place that both is and isn’t. A volatile mixture.”—David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System
“But there’s nothing inherently sexist about depicting nudity. It’s sexist when only women are deemed to signify the erotic; it’s sexist when eroticised images of women are so normalised and widespread that women stand to be viewed first and foremost as sex objects – their value inextricably linked to their sexual desirability. The sexism is in the inequality.”—
There’s a reason why I find the moment Frank Booth screams “DON’T FUCKING LOOK AT ME!!” to Dorothy Vallens in Blue Velvet so violent and disturbing. This article highlights that—men can look, but women can’t or “don’t want to.”
I now declare today Post Pictures of Hot Men Day. Time to turn on your female gaze, ladies! (And men who like looking at men!)