Archive for October 23, 2007

Radio Appearance for Halloween

On October 31, at 4pm Eastern time (1 pm Pacific, I was totally confused about that), I will appear for one full hour on the “Amazing Women” show with Marlene Siersema on Voice America Women.

It’ll be just me and Marlene discussing Wicca and life for the entire hour. Very nice!

If you want to call in, the number is: 1-866-472-5788.

The show will be archived at www.AmazingWomenBBS.com and at Voice America Women.

There will be a couple of more radio appearances in the next few days, so watch this space.

Tuesday Trivia: Nothing but quotes

1. “Don’t you believe what you read in all them newspapers. That’s the law talking there. They want us to look big so they gonna look big when they catch us.”
Solved by Melville (comment #1).

2. “I can’t stand for a person I respect to behave like a small, cruel boy. ”
Hint: Film adaptation of the work of a famous playwright,featuring three major stars–all now dead.
Solved by Melville (comment #15).

3. “What sharp little eyes you’ve got.”
Hint: The next line is “Wait ’til you get to my teeth.”
Solved by Proteus (comment #11).

4. “Oh, no, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I could never answer to a whistle. Whistles are for dogs and cats and other animals.”
Solved by maurinsky (comment #2) and Evn (comment #3) at the same moment!

5. “The War Department promised me 180 men. They sent me eighteen. You are the eighteen… so each of you will have to do the work of ten men.”
Solved by Melanie (comment #8).

6. “Love, desire, ambition, faith… without them life is so much simpler.”
Hint: A science fiction classic.
Solved by Evn (comment #6).

7. “I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk.”
Solved by Melville (comment #1).

Hindu “fables”

The New York Times has a magnificent slide show of Durga Puja (which they inexplicably spell “pujo” throughout).

However, I draw your attention to the text of slide #6, in which Durga’s slaying of Mahisha (the bull-demon) is referred to as a “fable.” One wonders, does the Times refer to Jesus’s distribution of the loaves and fishes as a fable? Or to Moses’s receiving of the ten commandments? Somehow, I don’t think so.

Monday Movie Review: The Good Shepherd

The Good Shepherd (2006) 7/10
Edward Wilson (Matt Damon) is recruited to head Counter-intelligence in the newly-formed OSS, and then to do the same in the newly formed CIA. In what amounts to a roman à clef, Philip Allen (William Hurt) is Allen Dulles, Bill Sullivan (Robert DeNiro) is “Wild Bill” Donovan, and many historic incidents are fictionalized. Directed by Robert DeNiro.

I wanted to like this movie more than I did. In fact, it does a lot of things right, it’s intelligent, thoughtful, and shows the paranoia, devotion, and destructiveness at the heart of a life of secrecy. It also has a lot to say about the hidden elite running the U.S., perhaps moreso in years gone than now, but the Bush family are members of the very same Skull & Bones Society so crucial to the film. It’s easy to say, oh racism, oh anti-Semitism, or whatever, but this movie examines the consolidation of power, and the obsessive kind of secrecy that makes distrust (especially distrust of the “other”) fundamental. So gays must be violently removed from the inner circle. Catholics can get in, but they must be limited. Women are there to wear pretty dresses and produce children.

Unfortunately, this sort of stifling tight-lipped quality can feel as oppressive to the audience as it must to the people living it. The movie often achieves a kind of bird’s eye view of paranoia, but just as often it’s just dull. Kind of, O my GODS they’re still telling this story they’re still fighting World War II IT’S STILL THE FIFTIES! (Made painful because the movie opens in 1961 and then flashes back.)

There’s an underlying theme of silence. Crucial news is delivered off-screen. Two key people in Wilson’s life are deaf. The idea seems to be that we try to listen, but are often isolated instead. Like I said, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.

The cast is almost overwhelming, there are so many notable actors of real quality, but few of them are used to good end, as Damon carries most of the show single-handedly. Angelina Jolie has almost nothing to do, and Billy Crudup is little more than a cameo. Tammy Blanchard as Wilson’s first love is wonderful, and Damon, in addition to doing a great job, is an actor particularly suitable to a decades-spanning role. His boyish looks let him pull of the extended sequence of his college years, which for most actors would make me snort through my nose.

In terms of spying, The Good Shepherd is marvelous at delivering the minutia of uncovering the truth, of planting falsehood, and of the shifting sands of who is on whose side.

Mad Men Mad

My sister and I have started a blog about the AMC show Mad Men. I’ve posted about this show before, and in fact, I have a half-written post about the feminism of the show sitting in my Drafts folder.

It was Roberta’s idea (the blog) and I hope it’s going to be fun. My plan is, I guess, to cross-post here if it’s about feminism or something else I like to talk about here, but mostly Mad Men stuff will be over there.

So please come visit.

Sunday Meditation: Samhain is coming

I have begun the process of remembering my dead.

Now, I remember my dead all the time. I think of my Nana, maybe not daily, but several times a week. I think of all of our dead, from Iraq soldiers to 9/11 victims to the collective beloved dead in public life. I honor Robert Altman and Ella Fitzgerald and Ray Walston and Thomas Jefferson.

But at Samhain, we gather our dead close to us and raise a toast to them, or share a meal with them, or break bread with them.

So now, in the days leading up to our most holy festival, is a time to meditate on your beloved dead. Who do you remember and what do you remember about them? How can you best enjoy your time with them when the veil is thinnest? Will you tell a story about them, or will you tell them a story about you? What foods might you prepare that were favorites of your departed? What drinks might you serve? What mementos might you gather for your ancestor altar.

A friend just sent me photographs of Gerald Gardner’s grave in Tunisia. These will certainly be a part of my ancestor altar. And some pictures I always bring out once a year; a picture of John and I together just days before he died, a lovely card that Scott Cunningham sent me, a picture of my grandfather I’ve treasured since I was a little girl. But now is a time to meditate on that altar, and think, what is meaningful to me now, today? What is my relationship with these people? Who belongs on that altar?

May these meditations be productive, and may your Samhain be blessed.

Sneaking in

When I was a girl, my older brother would come into my room early in the morning, while I was still asleep, and go through my shit. He’d steal stuff, read my diary, all that. Often it would wake me.

Last night, Arthur plugged his MP3 player into the computer to charge. This morning, early, he came quietly into my room to get it, and I rolled over and said

“Jay?”

Freaky. I mean, then I screamed and told him to never do that again, but weird that something from over thirty years ago is the first thing that rises to the level of language.

Friday Catblogging: My Mornings

Here is Mighty Mingo, waiting for me to come out of the shower so he can get in my face. Or lick up the shower water. Whatever.

Bathroom patrol

» Read more..

Smooshy fun with language

Don’t smoosh muffins on your mother’s face.

I don’t even remember this (although the visual is clear enough). I found it in my notes. But, well, visual.

Sex Trivia: All Solved!

This was a tough one, but you managed it with only one hint.

» Read more..