Archive for January, 2012


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One of the many reasons 2012 will rock, my friends, is that the next Wes Anderson movie will be released. Enjoy!

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Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


– Mary Oliver

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The “nom nom nom” is because I am now always making this noise after I eat to try to encourage Archer to stop making such a look of disgust after every bite of his baby foods.

So! Media! I’m still trying to get back in the groove of things like reading, writing, using my brain and generally watching anything other than Frasier reruns, but I have been doing better recently.

Example A: Watching the new Sherlock Holmes movie with my handsome partner in crime.  I in no way agreed to do this to see these two cuties interact:

Nom nom nom.  As you were.  I actually very much enjoyed the new film, although I was quite sad that they killed of Rachel McAdams so quickly.  Where’s Ryan Gosling when you need him?

Example B: Finally finishing The Cat’s Table by my secret way-too-old-but-still-ridiculously-knee-weakeningly-hot literary crush, Michael Ondaatje.  Ever since the sad loss of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., there is no author I’d jump the bones of quicker than Ondaatje.  I made a fool of myself like a school girl when I met him two years ago at Telluride’s Film Festival, and don’t regret it for an instant.  I mean, look at these eyes:

Are you even kidding me?  And now look into those eyes and then read:

He did not go back up on deck for a last look, or to wave at his relatives who had brought him to the harbour. He could hear singing and imagined the slow and then eager parting of families taking place in the thrilling night air. I do not know, even now, why he chose this solitude. Had whoever brought him onto the Oronsay already left? In films people tear themselves away from one another weeping, and the ship separates from land while the departed hold on to those disappearing faces until all distinction is lost.

I try to imagine who the boy on the ship was. Perhaps a sense of self is not even there in his nervous stillness in the narrow bunk, in this green grasshopper or little cricket, as if he has been smuggled away accidentally, with no knowledge of the act, into the future. (Two-page exerpt)

Nom, right?
Example C: A recent re-watching with aforementioned partner of the wonderfully sexy/beautiful duo of Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake in Friends With Benefits.  Here’s the thing: it’s not a great movie, and I know this, but I still enjoy it a lot.
Example D: My big weekend plans to go see My Week With Marilyn with the lovely Michelle Williams, who I adore and would give anything to have coffee with.

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I am musing on buying a domain, to have my own space to write and post photos and links.  But I’m not sure whether to stick with “Questions & Anchors” or not.  Matthew says he thinks I may have outgrown it.  But the more I think and write, the more I feel like perhaps it does capture what I am thinking of in so many ways.  The questions that we ask ourselves, the questions that hold us back, and the ones that keep us moving forward; the anchors that ground us, the anchors that weigh us down, and those that threaten to drown us.

Thoughts? Bueller? Universe?

Also, apparently, I want to start writing more in the second person.  Let’s just go with it, shall we?

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It’s been so long since I’ve done a list here, and yet listing is one of the things I do best!

Things I have read that have stayed with me:

…. my friend Shari’s blog post on teaching and Zeitoun.

…. my friend Addie’s blog post on Last Tango in Paris and the lifelong damage it did to Maria Schneider.  I can’t stop thinking about Addie’s points.  How awful to have your most humiliating moment bring lifelong notoriety that dominates even your obituary.  How desperately sad.

…. the list of 2012 books to look forward to.

…. Ryan’s post on the difficulties of Christmas with a special needs child, and how important it is to be understanding.

….this story about Gilda Radner and Bill Murray, from the Old Love tumblr.

…. this quote has been rolling around in my head, especially the bolded part (my bold), even though I’m not sure I would agree with the quote in its entirety.  Found on the OnBeing Blog, which I love:

“Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book we are reading doesn’t shake us awake like a blow to the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we’d be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, also write ourselves. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe.”

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Oskar Pollak dated January 27, 1904.

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A New Year

Matthew received Bose noise-cancelling headphones for Christmas, which as anyone who has ever lived in a small home knows, is quite the gift.  This is especially amazing for me as I have a horrible inability to be able to concentrate on things if there is a TV on in the room- and there nearly always must be for Matthew’s work.  Yet, voila! Headphones! And I can listen to music and watch YouTube videos and procrastinate even here, in my writing.

2011 was in many ways the year of Archer.  The year of readying for a baby, the year of immersing myself in his sweet baby smell and getting to know him as a person and myself & Matt as parents, and the year without sleep.  Tomorrow he is 8 months old, and as always, it seems as though he has always been here, and still I cannot believe he is so big!  Maybe it’s not really that it seems that he was always here, but rather, in looking back, I see that he was always on his way.

I have been thinking on 2012 all day, today, day one of the New Year.  Andrea Scherer, of the Superhero Journal (one of my favorite blogs EVER) and co-founder of Mondo Beyondo, has a practice of picking a word for each year.  What is my word for 2012?  I’m not yet sure.

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