I definitely have too much stuff in my house. Years ago I had a house fire and lost 95% of what I owned. Now there are some things that I miss dearly, but to be honest, there are some things that it was a relief to lose. Like my clarinet that I played in the fifth grade or the old fashion bonnet hair dryer or all my year books from seventh grade through high school and even some of my baby clothes. (more…)
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Will you be celebrating St. Patrick’s Day today? I don’t have any Irish ancestors but like so many people around the world, have long celebrated the day in one way or another. A dear friend has taught me that life is short, and it’s good to capture and celebrate as many moments, both big and small, as you can.
Last month Dabney talked about her resolution to go to one movie a month. I go in streaks with movies. I’ll go for months, sometimes years, without seeing any current films in the theater. And during those periods I’ll only catch the occasional movie on TV. Then, a movie will come out that reminds me how much I love movies and I’m back on track, watching at least one movie a week, or more, in the theaters.
Every Sunday morning, cup of coffee in hand, I rifle through the three papers we have delivered each weekend morn, and find the Modern Love column in the New York Times. I’ve read it regularly for the past twenty years. If you’ve never read it, the Modern Love columns are, as defined by their editors, “deeply personal essays about contemporary relationships, marriage, dating, parenthood…any subject that might reasonably fit under the heading “Modern Love”.” The columns are well-written, succinct snippets of the emotional lives of others. Some are funny, some are enlightening, many will break your heart. (more…)
One of my two New Year’s resolutions is to see more movies. I’ve spent the last few years reading rather than watching. It’s not just I don’t go to the movies–the only movie I saw in theaters in 2011 was the last Harry Potter. I have also stopped watching movies at home and, by the end of last year, I felt both culturally out of sorts and distressed I’d missed films others raved about. I’ve yet to make it to the theater this month–I’ve still got another week!–but I have been watching movies at home with my husband. Last weekend we watched Moneyball–I thought it was good, not great and that both Jonah Hill and Phillip Seymour Hoffman outshone Brad Pitt–and, a film I thought was stunning: Winter’s Bone. (more…)
This weekend, I watched A Walk on the Moon for what must be the fifth time. Not only do I think it has one of the sexiest scenes ever filmed; it’s a great lens on the culture shock felt by so many in the US in the late 1960’s. The acting is superb–the film showcases Diane Lane and Viggo Mortensen and is a great vehicle for Anna Pacquin, Liev Schreiber, and Tovah Feldshuh. (Listen closely–the PA announcer is voiced by the incomparable Julie Kavner.) (more…)
It all began because of Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior. See, this fall I sat down to watch it the same as usual and – it wasn’t there. Unbeknownst to me it had been quietly cancelled at the end of last year. This tiny, surprisingly unimportant event has changed how I watch television. Now I don’t just DVR and forget it. I have become obsessed with finding out just how each of my shows are doing and how in danger they are of being cancelled. No longer do I trust my Yahoo home page to thrust important information in my face first thing in the morning. Not when it comes to my “programs”. I cruise the web seeking it out.
Thrift stores are the land of magical things. On any given day you can luck into such finds as an antique leather pouf from Turkey, sporting fringe and little bells and embroidered all over with camels, or vintage blue and white mixing bowls, or collectible porcelain. I even found a grotesque wallet once, made from the entire skin of a large bullfrog with a zipper in it’s stomach.
A few months ago my husband gave me the wonderful and terrible gift of a twelve year old African Grey parrot. It belonged to a client that advised my tender-hearted honey that with a new baby in their house, the bird would have to be put down. When hubby approached me about adopting the bird, at first I was adamant – No birds in the house. No way. Never. They’re filthy. But he appealed to my pet-loving side and I finally, reluctantly, agreed to yet another animal in the house as long as it didn’t become my responsibility. It was not going to be my bird!