“Somebody Take My Picture…”

Rather than leave things on a low note, I’d rather get things started. Let’s not let that elevator break us down.

This will be brief – there’s nothing I can write that someone else hasn’t already written, and far more eloquently.

Super Bowl XLI: Pepsi Halftime Show

MIAMI GARDENS, FL – FEBRUARY 04: Musician Prince performs during the “Pepsi Halftime Show” at Super Bowl XLI between the Indianapolis Colts and the Chicago Bears on February 4, 2007 at Dolphin Stadium in Miami Gardens, Florida. (Photo by Doug Pensinger/Getty Images)

Deadspin has posted the entire 2007 Superbowl Halftime show, in which His Royal Badness says “Somebody take my picture with all this rain.” During a driving Miami rainstorm, he didn’t miss a beat. He displayed his legendary professionalism and dedication to performance and hit every note, brought everything to the table and held nothing back. My heart swelled when everyone ran out onto the field, and then again when that giant sheet went up.

He was a legend, one of the titans of modern pop music.

Rather than leave things on a low note, I’d rather get things started. Let’s not let that elevator break us down.

Not Dead, Just Resting*

When the news gets too bleak I make a point to visit things like The Good News Network, so I can see that there are still good things happening in the world.

Just been busy writing and doing stuff. I’ve been watching Daredevil and  I’m on episode… 9? I would describe but SPOILERS.

The terrible news from Belgium has been on my mind, and on top of that I have friends struggling with health problems, so I’ve not been in the mood to blog much. I’ve been watching things, just not thinking too much about them, and writing a lot.

When the  news gets too bleak I make a point to visit things like The Good News Network, so I can see that there are still good things happening in the world.

Prince William Gets 40 Transport Companies to Fight Poachers

Muslims Take Stand Against Extremism

58 Celebrities Give 14 Million Dollars To Teachers in Their Hometowns – Samuel L. Jackson donated millions to classrooms in Chattanooga! Stephen Colbert paid for stuff in South Carolina!

Got a little entry coming up tomorrow about Pee-Wee’s Big Holiday! Stay tuned!

 

*But NOT in my house at R’lyeh. I’m too busy to sit around waiting for the folly of man to rouse me from my slumber. This little shoggoth has THINGS to DO.

Another Kind of Christopher Lee Memory

It’s been a hell of a week, folks.

I had a crazy busy weekend, and then was down with food poisoning Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday I discovered my leave doesn’t accrue the way I thought and I’d have to burn two floating holidays to make up for the 48 hrs I spent on the bathroom floor.

I’ve done the sad thing for Christopher Lee, but the man made himself 5 lifetimes out of one and made it last nearly a century.

So let’s raise a glass (or a carafe, or a tumbler, or hell a bucket) and remember a man that grabbed life by the short hairs and didn’t let go for a long, long time!

Steven Glassman, I know you’ll remember this one! 😀

And because everyone else is posting it, here’s Sir Christopher’s version of My Way. I wish it was mastered differently, or maybe it’s my shitty speakers but his glorious voice isn’t given the attention it deserves. You could butter noodles with that magical bass!

Shine On, You Beautiful Diamond

We Will Not See His Like Again
We Will Not See His Like Again

“Do sit down, Sergeant. Shocks are so much better absorbed with the knees bent.” ~ Lord Summerisle, The Wicker Man

Mr. Christopher Lee passed in the hospital, of respiratory problems. He was 93.

I’ve known who he was since I was 5. I’ve never met him, never wrote him a fan letter or anything, but he was as constant and dominant on the cinematic landscape as a distant mountain range- and just as majestic.

He was Dracula, he was Francisco Scaramanga, he was Saruman, he was Count Dooku, he was Henry Baskerville and several  hundred other roles. He was the world’s tallest leading actor, and a direct descendant of Charlemagne. He was with British Intelligence during World War 2, a personal friend of J.R.R. Tolkien, and sang in a heavy metal band.

And now he is no more.

Reading the News Lately Entry: HBO’s The Corner

Look, I’m not going to pretend I’m anything other than a white woman who watches a lot of TV and movies. But as an American, Baltimore’s strife kills me for a lot of reasons; I know that I live in a different America than a lot of people, I know that I am privileged. I am also struggling to understand both sides of a conflict that has made a lot of bodies and broken a lot of lives. In thinking about it, I remembered I had watched this amazing show and wondered how many other people were aware of it.

Watching a television show won’t make someone understand what’s going on in Baltimore, but The Corner introduced me to a conversation going on in this country that I wasn’t previously aware of, and helped me find an orientation to that conversation. Hopefully it can do the same for others.

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I love The Wire. It was one of the most important shows on American television and yet all it garnered was critical acclaim, and a few awards. You always know when someone has seen it, because we can’t stop ourselves from talking about it. David Simon, the creator, has talked about what’s going on in Baltimore because as a resident of the city he has long been privy to its inner workings.

A lot of people are probably looking to The Wire or recommending it to others who don’t understand what’s going on in Baltimore right now. And rightfully so, as it is one of the few television shows of the last twenty years that addressed some of those very problems. But The Wire was still required to be a commercial property, and so the stories were sometimes hampered by the need for some kind of cohesive narrative to draw the (white, middle/upperclass) audience in. It was thought-provoking, it was hard-hitting, but at the end of the day it still had to be entertainment.

The Corner paints a much more interesting picture, of the city in particular and America in general, and was made by many of the same people. Short of going to Baltimore and living there for a few years, it’s the closest some of us watching the news can get to understanding what’s going on.

Directed by Charles S. Dutton, The Corner is a dramatization of the nonfiction book The Corner: A Year In the Life of An Inner City Neighborhood. Many of its actors are recognizable from The Wire and elsewhere, and all of them give knockout performances.

As the title indicates, the six-episode miniseries shows a year in the life of a neighborhood that has fallen apart for a variety of reasons. Drugs, economic disparity, civic corruption, it’s all there on display. No punches are pulled by Dutton’s direction or the writing of the show- the grim realities are all exhibited without agenda other than ‘this really happened.’

For example: Francine, a drug addict and mother to one of the main characters, decides to get clean. She goes to a nearby center where she’s been told she can do so. However, the program has a limited number of beds, and sees people eager to turn over new leaves every day slide right back into addiction. She’s told to come back and apply again for four Tuesdays in a row so that they know she’s serious about getting clean. Basically, another month on the street.

It seems simple enough to us, who are reading this article or watching the show in our comfortable living rooms, with smartphones we can program to remind us where to be on certain days at certain times. Or even if we’ve been trained by parents or school programs about time management and basic organizational skills, being somewhere four times in a row sounds easy! We have cars we can use to get around, or means to check the bus schedule fare to get us there.

Francine has none of that. Her ‘normal’ doesn’t require her to know what day it is, or be anywhere at a certain time. As an addict, her internal clock is timed to her next fix, not “Humpday Happy Hour” or “Casual Friday” or anything that might help her get to the center at the right time on the right day. And a month in Bunchie’s neighborhood is a very, VERY long time frame in which a lot of things can happen. The show does not belabor the point, just makes it and steps back.

Another powerful thing about the series was getting to see so many actors I recognize from other shows display such range. Many of the people from the Wire play characters diametrically opposed to their characters in The Corner. Maria Broom, known as Lt. Daniels’ politically-savvy wife Marla in the Wire, is totally torn down as Bunchie, an unemployed addict who sits on her stoop all day. Likewise Clarke Peters, who played natty and understated badass Lester Freamon plays Fat Curt, so named because of the grotesque swelling in his hands and feet that years of drug use have caused. Seeing people of color displaying their range in such a way was a huge eye-opener; I started really thinking about how few roles there are for people of color in American entertainment, and how limited those roles usually are.

Look, I’m not going to pretend I’m anything other than a white woman who watches a lot of TV and movies. But as an American, Baltimore’s strife kills me for a lot of reasons; I know that I live in a different America than a lot of people, I know that I am privileged. I am also struggling to understand both sides of a conflict that has made a lot of bodies and broken a lot of lives. In thinking about it, I remembered I had watched this amazing show and wondered how many other people were aware of it.

Watching a television show won’t make someone understand what’s going on in Baltimore, but The Corner introduced me to a conversation going on in this country that I wasn’t previously aware of, and helped me find an orientation to that conversation. Hopefully it can do the same for others.

The Corner is not available on Instant Watch, but is available through Netflix Disc service and HBO GO or NOW.