1. i saw beasts of the southern wild at the sydney film festival and it left me with an odd feeling. it was sort of an, 'eh', combined with a kind of lowered mood. like i'd seen something that had upset me, but i couldn't identify why. then i read
this review by bell hooks and i suddenly understood exactly why i didn't like film. It is a major mystery that moviegoers adore this film and find it deeply moving and entertaining.
2. october is the month of renewing season passes for the australian ballet, and this year i've decided not to. the 2012-13 season just doesn't look interesting to me. there's only one ballet out of the four that i want to see. the other three are classic story ballets and over the past couple of years i've discovered that i don't really like story ballets. so that's a bit sad, because it means i have to give up my seat. poop.
3. members of the ballet did a photoshoot with vogue to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the australian ballet, and when i watched
the behind the scenes snippet i realised that one of the things i really like about ballet is watching the effort. i know that the point is for it to look effortless on stage, and i do appreciate that level of artistry in a performance, but i also love watching rehearsals, watching the dancers struggle to master the steps, watching them sweat, out of makeup, out of costume.
4.
holy crap the atwood is 72!. also there is maybe going to be a tv adaptation of her serial novel, positron. i am excite. please let it be better than the film version of the handmaid's tale. and, on the future of the book: Every prediction-radio would kill books, it didn’t; television would kill movies, it didn’t; e-reading will kill books, it hasn’t-these predictions have all been wrong. You’re never going to kill storytelling, because it’s built into the human plan. We come with it.
5. speaking of futures, i predict that this will be mine:
other titbits:
gillian anderson coins the word 'ludicracy', unsurprisingly, tree likes it. |
your vagina is not a car. (or a lock, or a house, or any other object for that matter.) |
a cat has adopted baby hedgehogs whose mother died and is nursing them along with her own kitten. BEWARE HEAD EXPLODING CUTENESS.
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