Movie List, Continued

My summer watching list is growing. As it currently stands, it's full of interesting stuff I haven't seen:

Fellini's 8 1/2 (Ian)
Kubrick's Paths to Glory (David)
Nichol's Who's Afraid of Virginia Wollf (Devin)
Bogdanovich's What's Up, Doc? (Jack--and bless you for letting me watch something fun!)
Smith's Dogma (Leslie--I've seen most of it, but fell asleep)
The Student Prince (Dad)
The Maltese Falcon (Dad)
From Here to Eternity (Mom)
Casablanca (Dad)

Still have at least two openings, still have at least two people who haven't answered--ironically, because I've talked about it with them! Slackers--command me :) I'm going to start ordering them on Netflix today. Will set up my movie blog this weekend. The blog can have multiple authors--anyone want to blog along, or are you just going to make snarky comments about my writings?

Summer Viewing and Reading

I've asked a few people to suggest movies that I should watch this summer, with the goal being to blog about each one and enlarge my cultural horizons (which means the same thing as get out my my video rut--that's not counting Buffy, of course; Buffy isn't a rut!)

I've got part of the viewing schedule lined up, in the order people told me. So far, here's the list
Fellini's 8 1/2 (Ian)
Kubrick's Paths to Glory (David)
Nichol's Who's Afraid of Virginia Wollf (Devin)
Bogdanovich's What's Up, Doc? (Jack--and bless you for letting me watch something fun!)
Smith's Dogma (Leslie)

I've still got a few people who haven't responded, and the people who have responded all offered to give me more recommendations too--but I've limited them to one each so far.

More recommendations are welcome, but I'm pacing myself--and planning on continuing my Buffy blog this summer too! I'm not starting to watch til school's out, so I've got some time to finalize my list.

AND--I'm reading Bleak House by Charles Dickens this summer. Anyone want to join me?

Everyday Rites

When I was young--even through college, but starting from late elementary--the rhythm of my life was set in large part by the ritual of concert and performance schedules. I miss that, the daily practice and rehearse, the pressure as the deadline loomed, the night of the concert--supper on the go, dressing up (argghgh--the white flowing dresses the orchestra girls wore my jr and sr year! I just remembered! Arghghgh.). Milling around backstage, tuning--then performing. If everything went right, the band, orchestra or choir was at their peak that night.

Being in plays is a similar dynamic, but not quite the same. And I miss that, too--but as I sat at Beth's concert tonight I realized that performances shaped the ebb and flow of my life far more than quarters or semesters or any other kind of season.

And I will happily argue that in concret, real terms, committing to excel in a musical group is akin to joining a highly disciplined, competitive sports team--and possibly with longer lasting effects. But I'm tired and need to chase Beth to bed, so that will wait for another night. Tootles!