each town looks the same to me
I was in bed last night by 10 pm, and I slept through the night! I mean, I woke up at 3, 4, 5, and 6, before being up for good at 7:20 (just before my alarm went off), but I don't think it took too long to get back to sleep any of those times, and I feel like a whole new person! I mean, today is going to be busy, too, but at least I feel like I can manage it. Yesterday, I almost fell asleep on the subway going home, and could barely keep my eyes open through Chuck. About which I mostly have to say, John Casey, you are my favoritest. But also, I guess, I like this show so much better when Chuck and Sarah are together, not because I necessarily ship them (I don't care one way or the other), but because we don't get any of the wah wah wah angst about how they can't be together, with long lingering glances and emo, and creepy Shaw is gone). Also, General Beckman ships them! Hee!
Thank goodness both BBT and Castle were repeats. Though I will share with you this ADORKABLE Michael Trucco quote from this brief EW interview:
It's cool because Nathan and I kind of come from the same roots. We've got that interstellar rivalry going. He's got the Firefly thing, I've got the Battlestar thing. I'm like, "My spaceship can beat up your spaceship."
♥♥♥♥♥
I am also amused that their idea of onset hazing is a joy buzzer pen. Dorks.
I also watched Sunday's episode of Treme. So they've made Sonny an even bigger douchebag so I can sort of find Davis irritating and amusing at the same time, huh? I did enjoy Cray making Davis uncomfortable about the piano lesson. I don't know what Janette sees in him.
There was an interesting discussion of the last scene (the Katrina Tour bus) in the AV Club comments (I know! But I can't help reading them!), and I honestly have to say that people who don't think David Simon knew exactly how that would come off haven't been paying attention. Yes, we're all outsiders come to gawk (and in his case, make money off of) a tragedy, but also to bear witness and document what happened. And the fact that the bus driver got it and drove off works for me on numerous levels - that Simon understands what he's doing, that we the audience also understand (in the New Yorker review of the show, Nancy Franklin says, "The series virtually prohibits you from loving it, while asking you to value it.") that we're outsiders, we can't know what it's like to have been there, but we can still bear witness to the tragedy and its aftermath. I don't know, maybe that's glib and rationalizing, but it feels right to me.
I mean, I can't speak to New Orleans, but I know that in New York, we both love and hate our tourists - we love them because they bring in tons of money, and we hate them because they clutter the streets, they don't know how to maneuver in traffic (both pedestrian and car) or ride the subway, and they'd rather go to the Disneyfied Times Square and eat at ESPN Zone than do something they could only do in New York, except that you still can only go to Times Square in New York, and having the "authentic" New York experience is impossible, because which New York is that? a visit to the Stock Exchange? Ground Zero? The Met and the AMNH? A concert at the Garden? The Yankees at the Stadium? No tourist is going to the Bronx or to Queens unless it's for a sporting event, right? I mean, is anyone sending tourists to shop on Steinway Street or to eat at the Georgia Diner*? I don't think so.
There's the city you live in and the city you visit, and sometimes it's the same city, if you do something you don't normally do, and no, tourists don't get the 'authenticity' of living in a city when they visit, but they do get to experience some of it - hopefully some of the interesting parts of it.
Anyway. I felt terrible for Antoine when he got arrested, but I loved the scene where Desiree calls him on his cheating. And Chief Lambreaux was awesome again last night. Clarke Peters is amazing. But I think right now, LaDonna is my favorite. Khandi Alexander, we love you!
Wow, that was longer than I expected.
today's poem:
You Are Here
They say I could travel in Africa
on four hundred milligrams of quinine
a day - two pills methodically aligned
between my plate and my water glass -
isosceles triangle, mathematics
equation, white chalk drawn on green reminds
me that in the process of divining
hope we have to make a diagram, map
of my body, pale secret continent
unnavigated before pain began -
hot rain, dry frost, whichever way you went
there was a bone crack you could not cross, sand
so deep you could not walk, one message sent
back: am alone now, cusp edge of God's hand.
~Anne Pierson Wiese
--
*I was going to say the Sage Diner, but apparently it's got a new name? But iirc, it was better than the Georgia.
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Thank goodness both BBT and Castle were repeats. Though I will share with you this ADORKABLE Michael Trucco quote from this brief EW interview:
It's cool because Nathan and I kind of come from the same roots. We've got that interstellar rivalry going. He's got the Firefly thing, I've got the Battlestar thing. I'm like, "My spaceship can beat up your spaceship."
♥♥♥♥♥
I am also amused that their idea of onset hazing is a joy buzzer pen. Dorks.
I also watched Sunday's episode of Treme. So they've made Sonny an even bigger douchebag so I can sort of find Davis irritating and amusing at the same time, huh? I did enjoy Cray making Davis uncomfortable about the piano lesson. I don't know what Janette sees in him.
There was an interesting discussion of the last scene (the Katrina Tour bus) in the AV Club comments (I know! But I can't help reading them!), and I honestly have to say that people who don't think David Simon knew exactly how that would come off haven't been paying attention. Yes, we're all outsiders come to gawk (and in his case, make money off of) a tragedy, but also to bear witness and document what happened. And the fact that the bus driver got it and drove off works for me on numerous levels - that Simon understands what he's doing, that we the audience also understand (in the New Yorker review of the show, Nancy Franklin says, "The series virtually prohibits you from loving it, while asking you to value it.") that we're outsiders, we can't know what it's like to have been there, but we can still bear witness to the tragedy and its aftermath. I don't know, maybe that's glib and rationalizing, but it feels right to me.
I mean, I can't speak to New Orleans, but I know that in New York, we both love and hate our tourists - we love them because they bring in tons of money, and we hate them because they clutter the streets, they don't know how to maneuver in traffic (both pedestrian and car) or ride the subway, and they'd rather go to the Disneyfied Times Square and eat at ESPN Zone than do something they could only do in New York, except that you still can only go to Times Square in New York, and having the "authentic" New York experience is impossible, because which New York is that? a visit to the Stock Exchange? Ground Zero? The Met and the AMNH? A concert at the Garden? The Yankees at the Stadium? No tourist is going to the Bronx or to Queens unless it's for a sporting event, right? I mean, is anyone sending tourists to shop on Steinway Street or to eat at the Georgia Diner*? I don't think so.
There's the city you live in and the city you visit, and sometimes it's the same city, if you do something you don't normally do, and no, tourists don't get the 'authenticity' of living in a city when they visit, but they do get to experience some of it - hopefully some of the interesting parts of it.
Anyway. I felt terrible for Antoine when he got arrested, but I loved the scene where Desiree calls him on his cheating. And Chief Lambreaux was awesome again last night. Clarke Peters is amazing. But I think right now, LaDonna is my favorite. Khandi Alexander, we love you!
Wow, that was longer than I expected.
today's poem:
You Are Here
They say I could travel in Africa
on four hundred milligrams of quinine
a day - two pills methodically aligned
between my plate and my water glass -
isosceles triangle, mathematics
equation, white chalk drawn on green reminds
me that in the process of divining
hope we have to make a diagram, map
of my body, pale secret continent
unnavigated before pain began -
hot rain, dry frost, whichever way you went
there was a bone crack you could not cross, sand
so deep you could not walk, one message sent
back: am alone now, cusp edge of God's hand.
~Anne Pierson Wiese
--
*I was going to say the Sage Diner, but apparently it's got a new name? But iirc, it was better than the Georgia.
***
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people have commented there.