When All Else Fails, Slap up a Cat Picture

FinnTV.jpg I am feeling seriously uncreative today. Just can’t get motivated to work. Here is Finney, who loves our HDTV as much as me, but only because it makes a nice bed in the sunlight.

So yeah, la-la-la, sitting around, being unproductive … tap, tap, tap … isn’t it great to have American Idol back? Isn’t Finney gorgeous? Don’t you wish you could marry him? Well, you can’t.

Okay, so that took up five minutes. How can I not-work next?

Movie Catch-Up

veil.jpg Before I forget, I’m trying to find the version of “Hello Goodbye” that’s playing in the current Target commercial. Using google I was able to find out that it’s a cover by a singer named Sophia Shorai, but I haven’t found an MP3. If anyone finds it, let me know please.

Now I want to talk about movies. I haven’t been to the movies in a while and there’s a bunch I need to see before the Oscars. The Oscars are more fun if you’ve actually seen a movie or two. I used to go to the movies all the time when I was younger. Like three times a week. I saw everything, good or bad, I saw it all. Here are the movies I’d like to see before the Oscars. There’s one or two that don’t relate to Oscar-viewing, but I want to see them anyway.

The Departed
The Queen
Children of Men
Letters from Iwo Jima
Freedom Writers
Catch and Release
The Painted Veil

You Have to Cry

vwilliams.jpg My choir’s next concert is all Ralph Vaughan Williams (Ralph is pronounced Raiphe, our director reminds us). I go hot and cold with Vaughan Williams. Sometimes the music is so beautiful it’s hard to get through it without crying. Sometimes, I don’t get it. When one piece we’re doing didn’t immediately grab me, I got a little worried. Then at rehearsal last week I started warming up to it. Even better, the alto next me to me said one of the pieces we’re doing she can’t sing without crying. YAY. I don’t remember which one she said, but yesterday I started working on “Toward the Unknown Region,” and it made me cry!!!

I was so happy. I have to find the alto and ask her if that was the one she was talking about. I’m begging you, find this song and download it. The lyrics are from a poem by Walt Whitman titled Darest Thou Now O Soul.

I’m one of those people who almost never reads poetry unless I’m depressed, and I know the whole world already knows this and I am the last to find out, but Walt Whitman was one fucking great poet.

The words will destroy you. (A good destroy.) I wish I could look at death like this. (I was just thinking, would I have rather written these words or composed the music, and I think I wish I had the talent to have composed the music.)

Darest Thou Now O Soul

Darest thou now, O Soul,
Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region,
Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow,

No map, there, nor guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.

I know it not, O Soul;
Nor dost thou all is a blank before us;
All waits, undream’d of, in that region – that inaccessible land.

Till, when the ties loosen,
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds, bound us.

Then we burst forth we float,
In Time and Space, O Soul prepared for them;
Equal, equipt at last (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil, O Soul.

I’m so behind!

Met.jpg Still sick, but definitely on the mend today. God, I’m so behind in so many things. Plus, I still have to see all the main nominated movies before the Oscars. It’s not as fun to watch if you don’t have an opinion. I don’t think I’ve seen any, but for some reason cannot work up the energy to see Dreamgirls and at least ten others that I really should see in order to properly enjoy the show. That’s all kinda backwards, it just occurred to me.

I think I’d rather just wander around the Met. This picture is from a current show about American fashion. I love the dress on the right! I hate shopping, so I don’t have a lot of great clothes myself, but I love fashion. They’ve also got an exhibit titled “Glitter and Doom: German Portraits from the 1920’s.” Who can resist??

That reminds me, I watched an interesting show about mummies during my sick week of TV and books. It was about the history of deciding if a particular mummy was a royal mummy. After many decades they decided it was and the German guy who first proposed that it was and who had been shot down was still alive to be vindicated. That part was really nice, seeing him get the satisfaction of having been right all along. (I was so pleased for him, I had to wonder what I’m waiting to be vindicated about.)

I love mummies. Why isn’t there a mummy channel?? All mummies all the time.

I also watched a sad sad sad documentary about a failed British expedition to find the northwest passage. They got stuck in the ice and actually lived for years waiting to be rescued and trying to get out. They ran into a couple of Inuits here and there, but not one of the explorers made it out alive. It’s weird what you remember, but it reminded me of a comic book about pirates that I read when I must have been only 7 or 8. I will never forget the end of it. A woman was either ship wrecked, or left behind on purpose on an island, and I remember staring and staring at the final panel, horrified. She’s looking off to sea, hoping, but the text lets you know that there was no rescue. Was there a panel of her skeleton on the beach, or was that something I projected for her future? No, there was definitely a drawing of a skeleton. But now I’m not sure if she was alone. Maybe there was a couple. But I only remember her. (Not too hard to see the unconscious identification there.)

That just gave me an idea for a project. Make a list of the things I think I will think about on my death bed. What images, memories, I think will pass through my mind at the end of my life.

Pity me, I have a cold.

cold.jpg I didn’t leave the house at all yesterday, or do a bit of work. I still feel sick, so I’m going out for supplies, and then I’m coming back and curling up in this. Buddy is already there, warming it up. I’m considering doing work-related reading at least. But I’m also considering reading something escapist and watching TV. I wonder which will win?

The work-related reading is kinda fun. I’m reading about early UFO sightings in the 1940’s, when they still called them flying saucers.