Bootcamp Diary: Day 2

So I got up today with no incident and went back out there. Miraculously, I did feel better today than I did yesterday - well, I take that back, it’s no miracle, really. I spent all day yesterday loafing and stretching, with my actually effective knee brace on, and so by this morning (and like, a million Advil later) I felt okay. Good, even. So I get out there, and we get going, and I’m okay until we have to do this crosswise crab-run biz in a squat position. I tried it, but my knee said, “Yes, we have better support today, but this side to side shit? Not so much sister.” So I did it more upright. (I’m trying to “listen” to it’s bitchy little voice so that I don’t mess it up.) On to windsprints on the tennis courts! Followed by pushups! For which I already had little arm strength! WOO! And, because the tennis court is hard, I cannot do modified pushups on that surface, because, hi there, my bitchy knee is not in favor. So that was embarassing, hard, hard, hard, and I could not do all of it. But I tried to keep up.
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Bootcamp Diary: Day 1

So this morning I got up at 4:45AM and managed to get out the door by 5AM. By 5:30 I was over at Fuller’s Park in Marietta (close to my office) and at 5:45 or so I was jogging along. By 6 I thought I might just fling myself down the embankment instead of going on, since it would be easier.

We started out with a jog, and then went into lunges - bad idea for me with my what-the-hell-happened-to-it knee. Then “power skips” - which, I don’t know, I might as well have saved myself the trouble and just fallen facedown since at this point my calves were seizing up (thanks years of desk job! also, laziness). Blah blah blah a bunch of torture later, and I was supposedly going to jog a mile.
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Wanted

So, this film is a few things. One of them it is not is an Oscar winner, but let’s be serious here - most films aren’t. However, it is smarter than it first appears. As we went into the film, Thomas mentioned that he’d read that it was a Greek tragedy dressed up as an action thriller. I’d read the New York Times review of the film and was wondering whether I was going to be bored - straight up action flicks like Die Hard, to name a crowd favorite, bore the shit out of me.

Nah.

I don’t know what Manhola Dargis was smoking when she went to the screening, or if she hates everything with guns and blood, or what, but seriously? The movie’s “. . . got nothing else going for your big Hollywood debut except Ms. Jolie and a couple of ideas recycled from “The Matrix” and “Fight Club.” ”

Uhh. No, not so much. Without giving away the whole thing I will say this -

  1. No, this movie does not have a lot to hide, but I have to say I didn’t really get the twist until the point where the director gave it to me. It might be obvious to others, I don’t know, maybe there is so much else going on that I missed some clue that a really savvy movie goer would catch.
  2. Yes, thar be’s some killin’s here. Duh. WANTED. The previews show’s some killin’s. Ultra-violent? OK, sure. But it’s the kind of violence/action people don’t try to imitate, unlike say, oh, I don’t know, “Jackass.” And, who cares? It’s properly rated. Don’t show it to your 8 year old. QED.
  3. Yes, this film owes something to Fight Club - arguably a lot of cinema does, since I think there is an argument to be made that the film changed the landscape in ways that we see everywhere. And, The Matrix basically set the bar for these kinds of effects. So yes, you see it here. You see it everywhere. In any sci-fi or comic book flick. Of course, there is also the fact that
  4. As much as the reviewer would have it otherwise, there are actually a finite number of stories and there is an infinite number of ways to tell those stories.

I liked James McAvoy, but then I usually do - I’ve been hooked on him since The Last King of Scotland. I like Angelina Jolie in this film - she’s kicking ass and taking names, it’s a strong character. Fox is awesome. The action is amazingly well-shot, the effects are breathtaking and frankly, for an action film the acting is more than top notch. Beats the shit out of Jumper, but then again, it’s not really fair to put James McAvoy and Angelina Jolie in the same thought as Hayden Christensen and Rachel Bilson, for fairly obvious reasons.

In many, many ways, whomever Thomas read saying that Wanted is a tragedy wearing tight pants and tattoos is correct. I’ll let you find out who’s got the trademark hubris and who’s the true believer. It’s a fun ride on the way to finding out - just bring your Classical Lit knowledge with you to be able to enjoy the finer points.

And be prepared to say “Oh, fuck” at least a few times. But I did say this wasn’t for kids.

Update: I was looking for this ridiculous review last night, but for some reason could not Google them up. This is possibly the silliest thing I’ve read in a while:

Why weavers? Why not potters, or pastry cooks? Until now, I never made the connection between haberdashery and homicide, but “Wanted” is determined to prove the link, and viewers will certainly think twice before joining their local knitting circle.

Uh, mythology much? Three fates? I thought it was mildly obvious that the weaving bit was about Greek mythology - Clotho, the spinner; Lachesis, the measurer; and Atropos, the cutter. You don’t even have to get that in-depth - you just have to know that the three fates weave destiny. I don’t know, I think that maybe to review films, even silly action films, you might need to have read something along the way, certainly something as basic as Greek mythology. Dislike the movie, fine, but don’t be obtuse.


Poor Guy

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Thomas found the corresponding photo on Yahoo!News (if the link gives you any lip, it’s the Iowa Flooding slideshow, and it’s slide 20). I really feel for this guy - and every one, obviously - but this guy, that could be ME. I would totally be doing that - leave all the other shit behind, got to save my cats. Godspeed, Brandon. I hope you, and Fry and Bender, are safe and dry.

Update: Because I now must know what happened to the cats, I find that one tried to escape but was re-saved and taken to safety by an even wetter dude.

Note: First pic from I Can Has Cheezburger? - for some reason after ~a week the photo disappeared from my page.


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You Can Trust the Communists . . .




You Can Trust the Communists (to be Communists)

Originally uploaded by Alenda Lux.

I’ve had this since Currer Bell did some prop-shopping for us for Midsummer. We needed a pocket sized book, and she returned with a couple options, this among them. This thing is hysterical. It reads like something you would hear on the Daily Show now. The best part, though, is the envelope that was stuffed in the pages. You have a variety of options available to you to fight Communism! Please check off this form.


I’m “it,” apparently

So I got tagged by Sara to do this seven songs meme . . .

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.

This is kind of hard for me because to some extent, I’m an ALBUM girl. I love albums I can listen to all the way through. So the first thing I think of is, “I’m loving Estelle’s Shine, and John Legend Live from Philadelphia, and I still can’t stop listening to the last Maroon 5 album . . . .” But this is about songs, so I’ll try to come up with just songs. These are in no particular order -

  1. “Slow Dance” - John Legend - Live from Philadelphia - I love this track particularly because of the way he’s talking to the crowd. To some extent this is my favorite John Legend song, anyway. Sort of. It’s hard to have one. On that note . . .
  2. “Alright” - John Legend - Get Lifted - I listen to this at the beginning of a project or first thing on the treadmill or whatever . . . gets me in the frame of mind to get shit done.
  3. “Clumsy” - Fergie - The Dutchess - I love the retro vibe here and the video is awesome. Generally I don’t like Fergie very well - “Fergalicious” and “London Bridge” mostly just make me want to be deaf rather than live through it - but I like this one a lot, and “Big Girls Don’t Cry.” Well, okay, “Big Girls” is not really a favorite by any means, but she does have Hot Peter Petrelli (Milo Ventimiglia) in the video, and that goes a long way.
  4. “No Substitute Love” - Estelle - Shine - I love the hollaback to George Michael.
  5. “Gimme More” (Oakenfold Remix, Japan Bonus Track) - Britney Spears - Blackout - It says Paul Oakenfold, and if you’re of a certain age and hung around certain people or a certain scene, probably you’re going to give a listen to any track that carries his name. Rich over at Four Four described Blackout as sounding so current it hurts, but the Oakenfold track reminds me of music I used to love.
  6. “Infatuation” - Maroon5 - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long - I love this whole album. This is this album’s equivalent to “Back at Your Door” in some ways. It’s kind of the album’s slow jam, and another version of it appears on the companion album The B-Side Collection.
  7. “Kiwi” - Maroon5 - It Won’t Be Soon Before Long - This song is dirty. That is all.

Also rans, because I had a hard time making up my mind:

Duffy, “Mercy”
Green Day, “She’s a Rebel”
Amy Winehouse, “You Know I’m No Good”
Maroon5, “If I Never See Your Face Again”
Christina Aguilera, “Still Dirrrty”

I tag whomever is left, or whomever wishes to be tagged.


Damn You NPR

So I woke up this morning at 8:10 or so to NPR doing a story about firefighters pulling people’s pets out of their houses. They don’t have the story listed on the site yet, but suffice to say the first thing I heard this morning was a guy breaking in a window and trying to coax out someone’s cat. After that they went to get someone’s dog that had been left in an attic when the house flooded.

I was in tears before 8:30 and I’m not in any way above admitting it. I don’t even know what to say - this is the second time within my memory that the midwest has flooded (Flood of ‘93). From what I can recall, the government response for the first one was fine - good even - there is nothing in the wikipedia article about the government fucking up (unlike for Katrina where there is an entire article) and neither Thomas nor I remember any huge backlash. But this time I’m pretty afraid for the people who are suffering now and about to be suffering more in Iowa - our government pretty much can’t get anything right. I can only hope that since Katrina FEMA has gotten its shit together.


Dreams

When I was a little girl, I used to think I was going to be a lawyer, and then I was going to be the President of the United States. Now, of course, I find that I am not a lawyer and I doubt I am going to be the PotUS. I’m sure I’m not the only woman who grew up with those kinds of dreams - they are probably more common now than they were even when I was a kid, and I’m sure they were more common in the 80’s than they were when Hillary Clinton was growing up.

She’s the same age as my mother. I don’t know why I think of that, but I do. I know what my mom has gone through - promotions received because she was a woman, other promotions or opportunities denied for the same reason. I remember when I was a kid, and I was sick, she couldn’t stay at home with me as much as she would have like to have done, because at that time she could have been fired for missing work to take care of her kid. So I have no illusions about what my mom and the women of her generation, including Hillary Clinton, went through so that I have the privilege of working for a female boss, of being respected by my co-workers, of being able to go to the exact school I chose. I know what feminism has done for me, and I do not now nor have I ever said that I am not a feminist.

So, it’s fairly obvious then to say that I, like a lot of women, have been in the position of having to justify our support for Obama when women like Hillary have worked all their lives to secure the opportunities and what even ground we have for those of us in the younger generation. It’s definetly tough to look at those women and say, no, I did not support Hillary Clinton, but it would be dishonest of me to do anything else.

In many ways, Tedra Osell’s piece Electing Hillary Would Be A Symbolic Victory For Women, But Obama Should Win covers the way I feel about it. I understand that she is qualified. I understand that women, especially a lot of older women, have a lot invested in her candidacy. I get it. But my gut tells me that Obama is the winner here. And my mind, while it knows everything Hillary Clinton and her generation has done for me and every other young woman in the US, cannot persuade my gut. And, honestly, I have a personal dislike for Hillary - I won’t lie about that - I do find her distasteful on a personal level, and a lot of it does go back to my very, very early impressions of her in 1992. I recognize that I was young, that these impressions were probably driven by an even more unfriendly media than we are dealing with now - I get it - and that’s why I never said I would sooner vote for McCain than vote for Hillary.

Also, frankly because I am not stupid. If someone wants to have Hillary run because it’s the feminist thing to do/have happen, fine, I get that, but please spare me the write-in campaign and the threats of voting for McCain. If you are actually a feminist, then you need to vote for the candidate that will best represent you in November, and I cannot think of any way, shape, form, or fashion in which John McCain better represents feminists or women in general than Barack. Voting for McCain or writing in Hillary’s name is like cutting off your nose to spite your face, except it’s your nose and the nation’s face. No, I’m not saying to women, “Put yourself last,” I’m saying, “Don’t be foolish.” Don’t let’s engage in some Custer’s Last Stand maneuver in order to make a point. Hillary played a good game, she played a tough game, and in the end, she lost the game. She was fine with the rules until she started losing. I realize and recognize that the media was not necesarily fair to her, but she knew that going in. Her candidacy accomplished a lot of things, but getting her nominated wasn’t one of them. Let’s not throw everything else away in a fit of pique. Let’s elect the right person for the job in November, and then in a little while a capable woman will have the chance to try again, on a playing field that’s a little more level due to Hillary Clinton’s effort this election season.


‘Cause I’m a Follower

Mosaic

1. Darling Nikki, 2. On the Lamb…, 3. (Old) Dawson County Courthouse, 4. Pink Pigeon, 5. John Legend, 6. Vanilla Porter, 7. Seycehelles (Playboy Beach), 8. Limoncello Dessert, 9. Released to Public: “First Lady Astronaut Trainee” Jerrie Cobb (NASA), 10. The Cats are Happy to See Thomas, 11. smart car parking 101, 12. Davidson College Campus - Chambers Building

via.

To do it yourself:

The concept:
1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
2. Using only the first page of results, and pick one image.
3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker to create a mosaic of the picture answers.

The questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food? right now?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. What is your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. What is one word that describes you?
12. What is your flickr name?

Yes, there is a photo there that is actually mine. It came up in the first page of results, so I used it. Kind of neat!