Year in Review

Posted in Whatever Else on December 29th, 2007 by bill

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Using his mysterious meme powers, the redoubtable C.T.S. Crumlish has compelled me to publish here the first line of my first blog entry from every month in 2007. I am nothing if not compliant, so here they are, with comments.

January
“I don’t necessarily want to take credit for the miraculous resurrection of Jackie Earle Haley.”
(Actually, I did.)
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The Victory of Light

Posted in A few words from Lao Tzu (or someone like him) on December 22nd, 2007 by bill

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(Transcribed from The I Ching or Book of Changes, the Richard Wilhelm translation, rendered into English by Cary F. Baynes.)

Hexagram 24: Fu/Return (The Turning Point)

above K’UN (The Receptive, Earth)
below CHÉN (The Arousing, Thunder)

The idea of a turning point arises from the fact that after the dark lines have pushed all of the light lines upward and out of the hexagram, another light line enters the hexagram from below. The time of darkness is past. The winter solstice brings the victory of light. This hexagram is linked with the eleventh month, the month of the solstice (December-January).
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Right in the lumber yard

Posted in Moving pictures on December 21st, 2007 by bill

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That’s Michael O’Keefe, a/k/a Danny Noonan, on the left—barely visible here as in the movie.

Actually, one more thing about Michael Clayton. This film was full of revelations, but the most shocking came during the closing credits, when I learned that the character of Barry—Clayton’s in-house rival—had been played by none other than Michael O’Keefe. I never would have recognized little Danny Noonan in this smug, button-down jerkface, which means either that O’Keefe is a superb actor or that much too much time has gone by since Caddyshack.

I think I’ll go with the former—after all, he was nominated for an OscarRRR for The Great Santini. The latter leads down the path of the Dark Musings, which are not at all appropriate for this festive season. Although that doesn’t explain why he had such a small part. Never mind—it’s time for bed anyway.

Noonan!

My One-Word Review of “Michael Clayton” (with apologies to Cecil Vortex)

Posted in Moving pictures on December 19th, 2007 by bill

Gripping.

An approximately real piece of dialogue

Posted in Moving pictures on December 18th, 2007 by bill

(A soon-to-be-released movie is under discussion.)

“That actor is in it.”

“Which actor?”

“That guy who was in Being John Malkovich.”

“Which one?”

“You know…that guy.”

(Pause) “You mean John Malkovich?”

“Yeah.”

Yet Another Way That the Mundane World of the 21st Century Falls Short of the Fondly Remembered Days of Yore

Posted in Whatever Else on December 13th, 2007 by bill

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“Dr. Mumbai” just doesn’t have that same ring to it.

Half Asleep on the Big Island

Posted in Whatever Else on December 1st, 2007 by bill

In our thirteenth day on the big island of Hawai’i, we seem to have fallen into a tropical stupor. Ambitious sightseeing plans have been abandoned. Leisure activities seem less and less important. Even to stand up and go inside for a beverage has become a great effort. As I type these few words on the lanai at McLelland Estates near Kea’au, the gentle breeze wafting through is threatening to topple me back into a horizontal position. But I will resist, for the moment at least.

Some readers may find this news surprising. I didn’t talk much about this trip in advance, out of some superstitious fear that if I did it wouldn’t happen. Now that it’s almost over, I feel free to discuss it openly, but I’m not sure what to tell you. It’s all a blur of hard black lava rocks and sea turtles and warm rain and pastel skies. (There was one sort of near-death experience, but the less said about that the better.) There are pictures I could show you, but that would involve downloading and uploading and all those things I just can’t be bothered with right now. Instead I think I’ll return to my twilight consciousness and watch the grass stalks flutter in the wind. There’s plenty of time for the rest of that stuff later.