| Poem for Tuesday |
[Jan. 14th, 2003|10:00 am] |
( A study in translation of one of my favorite short poems by Sappho )
Last night an old friend in fandom found me here -- I'm still not sure how, but I am thrilled to see telesilla, who once as a birthday present wrote me a story in which my alter ego received proper discipline from Captain Janeway. Must remember to behave around her. Ironically, I stole my latest icon from a long-ago .sig of hers! Thank you love!
So I did watch G.I. Jane, which offered many happy surprises. Somehow I had no idea Anne Bancroft was in the movie, even though I've had the DVD in the house for several days -- how do I manage to miss these things? Had I known, I probably would have seen the movie in the theater. She's one of my oldest crushes, dating back to the first time I saw The Miracle Worker or perhaps The Turning Point. And she's wonderful, bitchy and convincingly Southern despite the fact that I always hear her voice in my head with a New York accent.
Demi is really something. I always think I don't like her on principle, but then I see her and she's generally quite good. Okay, it is hard to get over Indecent Proposal, but if I have managed to forgive Redford then I should forgive her too, right? She does a really nice job being tough without being so tough that I can't identify at all with her character, because I'd last about four minutes in SEAL training even if I knew every woman in the U.S. was depending on me for equal opportunity in the armed forces. And yeah, I got a big kick out of her telling Viggo to suck her dick.
As for Viggo...I swear that had I not known he was in the movie, I would have spent the first hour and a half going, "Who is that guy and where do I know him from?" I don't know if it's the awful mustache, the accent or the coldness of the character, but he was pretty unrecognizable and while I do think he's very good at sinking into roles, I never felt that way before. I couldn't warm up to Master Chief at all -- can't stand that type of officer or mentality and firmly believe a military full of people like that are a big reason the U.S. is so fucked up when it comes to the difference between defense and outrageous aggression -- but I guess that's a tribute to the performance too.
I owe lots of e-mails but am working at my kids' school this morning so will be a little late! Sorry! |
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| Because baseball contains the meaning of life... |
[Jan. 14th, 2003|04:53 pm] |
While reviewing Michael Chabon's Summerland, quite possibly my favorite novel ever -- imagine A Wrinkle In Time crossed with Field of Dreams, along with some animals from Narnia and starring Coyote as the Devil -- an important question sprang to mind:
If the nine members of the Fellowship of the Ring formed a baseball team, who would play which position?
Frodo's got to be the pitcher. Which means Sam's got to be the catcher. Pippin's got to be in thankless right field. I guess Aragorn, Legolas and Boromir should play first, second and third base (or go to first, second and third base...oops, distracted myself). That would leave Gandalf free to play shortstop. Leaving Gimli in center, and Merry in left field.
Though my friend Grey rightly points out that with his speed, Legolas would be wasted on the infield. Maybe he should play center and Gimli should play 2B. And Mia thinks it would be a waste of a perfectly good "shortstop" joke not to have a hobbit play SS.
XOXO The Gay Tenor Ringwraith Who needs to get out more...
P.S. gotham_syren points out AICN's Exclusive Rant from Sauron! Hee! |
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