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The Ice Diva

Yes, I am an Olympics freak. Every two years, I watch sports; that’s how often I can stand them, but when I watch, I watch with focus and devotion.

I don’t normally take to ice dancing, but the reporting on all the falls got me pruriently interested, so I tuned in last night. The focus of all the buzz was the Italian couple.

(I’m going to tell you the truth, which is that I watched uncritically, and only started thinking about the coverage afterwards. Any comments I make were absent from my brain while zombied in front of the TV.)

On Wednesday night, Maurizio Margaglio dropped Barbara Fusar-Poli during a lift. They’d been in first place but this destroyed their chances for a medal. The real buzz, though, was the dirty look she gave him. While she glared at him for 31 seconds (yes, they clocked it!) the commentators called her “ice diva,” the “dominant partner” in their team, and joked they were afraid of her. This went on, at length, on the Olympic Ice wrap-up.

(There’s a video of “the glare” on the right side of this page.)

So here’s where I want to point out that he dropped her. She’s the bitch, he’s the victim? He. Dropped. Her. The Canadian woman also fell from a lift on Sunday (this time she was the one who lost her grip) and had to withdraw from competition because she was in too much pain to skate on Monday. When interviewed, she said she was just grateful she hadn’t broken her hip. So I’m thinking, not a trivial thing, such a drop. I’m thinking, I’d be mad too.

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Kitty Pryde is Jewish and Orson Scott Card is a Mormon

Jason at Wild Hunt has these terrific links that give the religions of various science fiction writers as well as various comic book characters. Cool.

Monday Movie Review: Brokeback Mountain

Brokeback Mountain (2005) 10/10

In 1963, ranch hand Ennis Del Mar (Heath Ledger) and rodeo rider Jack Twist (Jake Gyllenhaal) spend a summer sheepherding on Brokeback Mountain. There they begin a romance that endures for almost twenty years.

In the movies, love stories are generally either romantic comedies or tragedies. In a romantic comedy, what keeps the lovers apart is trivial and amusing. In a tragedy, what keeps the lovers apart is profoundly important. In fact, it is the whole point.

The reason I say this is because so many people are saying things like ‘Brokeback Mountain is a universal love story,’ or ‘It’s not that it’s gay, it’s that it’s love.’ Yeah right sure. This is called apologetics.

Brokeback Mountain is the story of star-crossed lovers. The fate that crosses them is that they are both men, without a place in the world to be who they are. Stories of impossible loves are not generic, in fact, their particularity is their entire reason for being. Whether it’s the Capulets and the Montagues or the Jets and the Sharks, lovers divided by society exist to tell us something about society.

Love itself is universal, and so we all relate to it as we watch a good story (and Brokeback is excellent) unfold. Thus we see the cultural, social, racial, or interpersonal issue that divides the lovers in a new light. That’s the power of fiction.

So make no mistake; Brokeback Mountain is a gay movie. It’s also one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long, long time. Ennis and Jack each struggles differently with the closet he is in. Jack wants to find a way out; he dreams of a world where he and Ennis can ranch together, in a word, he longs to be gay. Ennis despises who and what he is; he longs to be straight. The tragedy of the story is that neither man can fulfill his longing, they have only each other, only their “fishing trips,” the lives they live are empty.

The performances are stunning, particularly Heath Ledger, who holds his body tighter and tighter, closing himself up until you wonder that he can walk. Yet he seems about to burst. But Gyllenhaal’s BAFTA last night was well-deserved too.

Setting and scene are remarkable. Everything in the movie looks like a prison, except when the men are together in the mountains. Every home is too small, every hall too narrow, every angle too sharp. Then, when they’re together, the sky is huge, the world is open, and you can feel your own shoulders un-tense as at last there’s some space.

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Welcome Pandagonians!

Hi. If you’re visiting via the link on Nerd Art, thanks. Hang in there. Monday Movie Reviews are about to go up, and some other stuff as well.

(Ah…Monday.)

Domesticating Women

Guys and Dolls was on TCM last night. I’m a freak for musicals, and it’s one of my favorites. It’s also one of the most sexist things ever written, and it’s all about the war between the sexes (hence the title). I’ve been thinking about this musical and its implications, on and off since I was twelve years old.

One of the themes of the musical is that women tame men. Men are wild and adventurous, and women are domestic. Women will steal men’s wildness, and this threatens men. The “wild men” in this story are outlaws; gamblers one step ahead of the cops. Women seek marriage; and marriage, being of society, will reinforce social bonds. Women want “wallpaper and bookends;” if their man strays:

Slowly introduce him to domestic life
And if he ever tries to stray from you
Have a headache
Have a pot roast
Have a baby
Have two!

This story is seven thousand years old.

It starts in Mesopatamia, with Enkidu. In one of the oldest pieces of writing yet discovered, we are told of Enkidu, the wild man of the forest. He is destructive to grazing and hunting grounds, so a hunter seeks out Gilgamesh for advise:

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Plus, there’s the math angle


Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher


Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.
And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.

Hot Singin’ Babes

Jane Monheit is an up-and-coming voice in the world of American standards. Joss Stone has one of the best set of pipes I’ve ever heard applied to soul music, and strong interpretive skills. Fiona Apple is a kickass songwriter with a jazzy sensibility and a rich voice. Sheryl Crow is an uneven singer, but a creative, quirky, and fascinating songwriter with a unique style. What do they all have in common?

They are all gorgeous. They are babes. They have clean, even, symmetrical features, gorgeous smiles, bitchen bods, and shampoo-commercial hair.

This disturbs me.
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Friday Kittenblogging

First Fanty was in my lap. Fanty hates being held, but loves being petted. So she comes into my lap and leeeeeeeeeeans into my hand, and finally settles down.

Then Mingo joined her.
Cuddling

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Big Bond News! Cast Announced

Damn, I’ve been holding my breath so long I think I popped blood vessels in my eyes.

CBn has the story.

Following yesterday’s announcement about Mads Mikkelsen cast as Casino Royale‘s Bond villain Le Chiffre, today brings more casting news. This afternoon Eon, MGM and Sony Pictures announced that French actress Eva Green has been cast to play opposite Daniel Craig (James Bond) as the enticing Vesper Lynd. Eva Green starred with Orlando Bloom in 2005’s Kingdom of Heaven and was introduced in 2003’s The Dreamers.

It was also announced that Jeffrey Wright has joined the cast and will play the part of Felix Leiter. Jeffery Wright played Winston opposite Bill Murray in 2005’s Broken Flowers as well as appearing in 2005’s Syriana. Not only do we now know who will be portraying the main characters in Casino Royale, the 21st James Bond film, but along with today’s press release came a list of the rest of the cast as well.

Casino Royale’s Cast List

Daniel Craig as James Bond
Eva Green as Vesper Lynd
Mads Mikkelsen as Le Chiffre
Jeffrey Wright as Felix Leiter
Giancarlo Giannini as Mathis
Caterina Murino as Solonge
Simon Abkarian as Dimitrios
Tobias Menzies as Villiers
Ivana Milicevic as Valenka
Clemens Schick as Kratt
Ludger Pistor as Mendel
Claudio Santamaria as Carlos

I have to say that Giannini and Wright as allies are thrilling.

Updated: I have managed to find pictures of everyone! Enjoy.

Verbing in Yiddish

There’s a word in Yiddish, kvatch, which means junk or crap or stuff, something like that. It is used in my family in a specific way.

My great-grandmother used to refer to the inside of a roll as kvatch. She would remove the bready insides before making a sandwich. She was my mother’s favorite grandmother and something like her lifeline, and so her tradition was sustained with much affection.

This is actually a cool trick. If you have a nice round roll, like a Kaiser roll or an onion roll (my favorite), and you’re making a sandwich, the hollow area you make on top by removing the kvatch is a convenient place to put the cole slaw or lettuce so that it doesn’t flop out of the sides. Tuna stays within its bready confines. Pickle slices don’t shoot across the room.

Anyway. One time we’re all at Mom’s house, all adults. Meaning my kid brother, Dan, is also an adult and we’re visiting for whatever reason, and I’m making sandwiches for some of us including kid brother and Dan says “Could you kvatch the bread?”

Perfect.

There’s another Yiddish word, spotsir (or shpotsir or shpotsirn) which means stroll or walk. My old boss used to say “I’m going for a spotsir.” (It’s not a word I ever heard my mother say, although she knows it.) One day I said I was spotsing, which was a pretty good one as well.

So evil of me, to complain about Gumbel’s mangled English but applaud my mangled Yiddish. Consistency is not a hobgoblin that plagues me!