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I should collect all my favorite series endings. Any recommendations?
29 Monday Mar 2010
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I should collect all my favorite series endings. Any recommendations?
28 Sunday Mar 2010
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In my dreams, I am lost. For months, there have been three different covers, but they are all the same. A community center, a school, and a road.
The community center (who dreams about community centers?) seems part funhouse – all weird dimensions, mostly large, empty rooms and searching for someone or someones. Random people sitting at office-style desks, scattered. In this dream, I’m confused, looking, looking, looking, but I don’t know for what.
The school is a mash-up of Longwood and my high school, but it is heavily ornamented like the Victorians. There are secret passageways and tight, enclosed spaces. There are usually other people with me, but I don’t know who, others still milling about as on any school day. In this dream, I am scared, something about the passageways speak to ghosts, to things I can’t see or understand, and I know this in the dream, but I don’t know why.
The road is like the Beltway but on a steep, winding mountain. The colors are bright like Mario Kart, and there are people in the car with me. I’m supposed to be going somewhere, but I don’t know where, and I can’t figure out which exit to take. People in the car are frustrated with me, as am I. Not unlike real life, I doubt my instincts and take the wrong exit, where I circle around again and again, always making the same mistake. Sometimes I stop for coffee.
I never find what I’m looking for, never conquer the fear, never figure out how to get where I should be. Just, always, I am lost.
21 Sunday Mar 2010
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Whew. It’s crunch time over here at One Size Fits All. We’re only a scant five weeks away from the end of the semester (we get out ridiculously early), a horrendous realization on my part this past week. I promised a certain thesis director a complete first draft of my thesis at the end of the semester, and, as of my horrendous realization, only had one hundred of the two hundred required pages.
I’ve been (obviously) just plinking along on this, not really doing much more than is required by workshop. Not because I don’t want to, but because I’ve found it tremendously hard to justify setting aside the time. I know that’s a ridiculous statement, but, you know, here’s the thing. I (duh) love writing. As hard as it sometimes is, it’s, at root, a complete joy. And it’s hard for me to put joy ahead of the daily drudgery of class work and job work and daily minutiae, which is turning out to be a horrible problem.
This past week, my high school government teacher spoke in one of the journalism classes here about his new book. We were talking beforehand about writing his first book, back when he was my teacher. Back then, we all knew he was working on something, but I didn’t really realize what that entailed until we were talking this time around. First of all, he was a fantastic teacher – you could tell how much work he put into this job – which means there goes probably a great deal of time outside of the school day. (He told me he often found himself at Kinkos at three in the morning, making copies for our class; school started at seven-thirty.) He also had kids still at home at this point. And still managed to write a book good enough for his publisher to fund his second book enough that he no longer had to teach.
So I called bullshit on myself. (How you know you’re growing up: you give yourself come to Jesus talks instead of waiting for someone else to give them to you.)
I know I could use my time better, more productively. Yes, I have many obligations, but they do only take up so much time during my week. (I think I lose more time panicking over how I’ll pay my rent than anything else.) Shit has to get done and that’s all there really is to it.
So I’ve shut myself up (more or less – I did leave for the grocery store and church and hung out for a bit with Rick and Jackie last night) and just got to writing. Since Friday night, I’ve written forty-three new drafty pages. Only three of them have been today, which is probably the result of congratulating myself too soon on being focused and disciplined. (Whoops.) I’m writing this in hopes that it clears my mind, a little writing sorbet if you will. According to the thesis diagram I made for myself a few weeks ago, I have four big essays to write as well as two other big essays that need a serious revision before I could consider turning them in. If I did my math right, which I probably didn’t, I’ll wind up well enough over the two-hundred-page requirement that it won’t be a stress to ditch a piece or two that just won’t work. Here’s hoping.
Mostly, my head feels like this:
I guess it’s back to writing. Here we go.
21 Sunday Mar 2010
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Clarissa Explains It All, Hey Dude, Nickelodeon, Salute Your Shorts, The Adventures of Pete and Pete, The Secret World of Alex Mack, TV
Writing an essay about our childhood Nickelodeon shows sent me to YouTube to watch and rewatch my favorite opening sequences. Join me in the fun:
20 Saturday Mar 2010
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Alexis Bledel, Amy Sherman-Palladino, Daniel Palladino, Edward Herrmann, Kelly Bishop, Lauren Graham, Matt Czuchry, Milo Ventimiglia, Scott Patterson, The Gilmore Girls, TV
We haven’t seen bad-boy Jess (Milo Ventimiglia) since season four, episode twenty-one, “Last Week Fights, This Week Tights.” He asked Rory (Alexis Bledel) to run away with him, though she is a freshman at Yale, and he has a penchant for running away without her, bailing on her high school graduation the season before. They had been dating for quite some time, especially by high school dating standards; Rory left good-boy Dean (her very first boyfriend) for Jess when she is all of sixteen.
The standard arguments for why The Gilmore Girls was an amazing series still apply. The smart writing, so many references to popular culture, history, and current events that the DVDs come with a guide in case you miss one; the quick, witty banter made livelier by all involved; the irreparable hotness that is Lauren Graham.
Now it’s season six, episode eight, “Let Me Hear Your Balalaikas Ringing Out.” Rory, who until recently spent her time being the solid point around which her flighty single mom Lorelai orbited, got into some trouble and chose to drop out of Yale. She’s living with her exorbitantly rich grandparents (Kelly Bishop and Edward Herrmann) and mostly helping plan events for the DAR at her grandmother’s behest. Her boyfriend, Logan (Matt Czuchry), is a sweater-and-collared-shirt wearing Yale senior, of even more wealth than Rory’s grandparents. He’s arrogant in the way of privileged white young alpha men and not exactly eager to grow up as his father wishes. He drinks to excess, jumps off of cliffs with The Life and Death Brigade (a group of Yale daredevils), and took a long time to put aside his playboy ways to commit to Rory. Logan is television proof that money can buy almost anything except freedom from those who supplied it to you in the first place.
Rory drops off Logan after a night of drinking with friends and arrives back at her grandparents’ to find Jess waiting in the driveway. He is as we left him, hair disheveled in an artistic way, jean jacket and messenger bag slung across his chest. He’s been living in New York with other artistic types. Rory fumbles through the start of the conversation until Jess hands her the novel he’s had published by a small press. That’s why he’s back, to try to get the book into independent bookstores. And then she’s back to her fast-talking, sure-fire self, full of encouragement and pride that high-school-drop-out Jess finally sat down and did what he always wanted to do. Which is exactly why he wanted her to see it.
The next night, Jess and Rory head out for dinner when Logan surprises them both, home early from an out-of-town job interview. The boys stare each other down across the table; Logan tries to use his wealth, education, and status to keep Jess surly eyed. When Logan crosses the line, Jess leaves, Rory running out after him. Rory tries to excuse Logan’s behavior – he’s tired from traveling, he’s been drinking, on and on.
“What the hell’s going on?” Jess asks. “I mean with you.”
And then we get it, we know how far this has come as a series, but Rory doesn’t know what he means. She can’t possibly explain all that’s happened recently in a way that will satisfy Jess – stealing a yacht on a dare, the court case and the community service that followed, the fight with her mom so massive that it forced her to live with her grandparents. It’s been episodes since mother and daughter spoke; they didn’t even get to spend Rory’s twenty-first birthday together the way they had been planning for years. This in a show that, for right or wrong, showed Lorelai and Rory not so much as mother and daughter but as best friends.
“This isn’t you,” Jess says, “going out with this jerk with a Porsche. We made fun of guys like that.”
Rory tries again to defend Logan.
“This isn’t about him. Screw him. It’s about you. What’s going on?”
She crosses her arms, looks shattered. “I don’t know.”
The change has been so slow, over the course of two-plus seasons. First to Yale, then with the school paper, where she meets Logan. Resisting him, then falling for him, a couple more times around with that, then getting in trouble with him. The tailored clothes that accompany carousing with the wealthy, especially when carousing turns into hosting DAR teas. It’s been so long since Rory graduated from the elite prep school her grandparents paid for that we’ve all but forgotten the girl in season one who didn’t think her small-town, middle-class, public-school upbringing would help her survive her first day at Chilton Academy.
There have been other changes for other characters distracting us as well. Most importantly, Lorelai finally couples up with diner-owner Luke (Scott Patterson). Luke, in his perpetual plaid shirt and backward baseball cap, and coffee-fused Lorelai have been flirting since episode one; this is the relationship we’ve been waiting for, occupied with. Logan and Rory are cute and all, but they’re absolutely nothing against Luke and Lorelai. And now the latter are engaged. The audience could hardly want more.
But here we remember the Rory who used to date Jess. The Rory whose mother worked at a Connecticut inn in a quirky little town. They didn’t have much money, but they did just fine for themselves, especially considering Lorelai was only sixteen when she had Rory and ran to Stars Hollow all those years before. We remember the Rory who went to Chilton and this boy she met named Tristan and just how much Rory hated him and, now we realize, he was nothing more than a high school version of Logan, looks, attitude, social standing, and all. We remember the Rory who, simply, had no idea how to navigate the world of the well-to-do. “I just want to see…something,” she tells the headmaster of Chilton on her first day of school when he asks for a detailed agenda of her future. And now, in this moment in the parking lot with Jess, we realize that she’s running a small part of the world that used to make her cower.
Writers Amy Sherman-Palladino and Daniel Palladino have taken us on a carefully crafted six-year journey to get us to this point. The trajectory of Rory is as finely written as any novel heroine with all the nuances and then some. Though the seventh and final season will suffer with the loss of both writers, the first six show what’s possible on television. The series initially aired on the WB beginning in the fall of 2000, finishing out its run after the WB was subsumed into the CW in the spring of 2007. Being off-network was its first advantage. This allowed for a slower initial pace, a chance to build chemistry among the characters. Shows on-network used to be afforded that with regularity (see, for example, how long Taxi takes to get in its groove), but television real estate seems to be more precious than ever, though there is more space than ever. Characters and storylines need to be, more often than not, instantly high-rating. The fifth, and highest rated, season of The Gilmore Girls got as far as #110 in the Nielsen ratings, though seasons two and three had the highest viewing audience (5.2 million each; the fifth season came in at 4.8 million). The end of the show ranks as the 124th most-watched series finale. And yet it was still ranked in Time’s “100 Best TV Shows of All-TIME” and has enough staying power for week-nightly reruns on ABC Family. The audience may be small compared to network shows, but it’s a loyal audience, the kind of audience who learned to match the quick-paced dialogue every time they quoted the show.
“Jess wrote a book. He wrote a book, and you mocked him,” Rory yells at Logan when she goes back inside the restaurant. “He’s doing something.”
“Good, fine, he’s doing something. Everybody in the world is doing something. More power to him.” Logan, though always a jerk, seems even more so in the moments after Jess says to Rory what Logan should have been saying all along.
“I’m not. I mean, what am I doing?” she says before listing all the ways her once-promising life has stagnated. And though it’s Logan that she says this to, a boy who has shared several of his advantages to get her where she is, it’s because of Jess that she can finally get to where she should be going.
15 Monday Mar 2010
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60 Minutes, American Idol, Cheers, CSI, Dallas, Dynasty, ER, Friends, Home Improvement, NCIS, Nielsen ratings, Roseanne, Seinfeld, Survivor, The Cosby Show, TV, Who Wants to Be a Millionaire
Nielsen ratings for the years of my life, collected by the fine folks at Wikipedia. It would be fitting that a) I, the news nerd, was born when 60 Minutes topped the airwaves; b) All of my formative family years involve The Cosby Show plus Roseanne right there at the end; and c) I totally missed the most popular years of ER as they aired, but love them in retrospect.
1982-1983 / 60 Minutes
1983-1984 / Dallas
1984-1985 / Dynasty
1985-1986 / The Cosby Show
1986-1987 / The Cosby Show
1987-1988 / The Cosby Show
1988-1989 / The Cosby Show
1989-1990 / The Cosby Show / Roseanne
1990-1991 / Cheers
1991-1992 / 60 Minutes
1992-1993 / 60 Minutes
1993-1994 / Home Improvement
1994-1995 / Seinfeld
1995-1996 / ER
1996-1997 / ER
1997-1998 / Seinfeld
1998-1999 / ER
1999-2000 / Who Wants to Be a Millionaire
2000-2001 / Survivor
2001-2002 / Friends
2002-2003 / CSI
2003-2004 / CSI
2004-2005 / American Idol
2005-2006 / American Idol
2006-2007 / American Idol
2007-2008 / American Idol
2008-2009 / American Idol
2009-2010 / NCIS
14 Sunday Mar 2010
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when it’s been exactly three years since you made the decision to move by yourself to a new city in hopes that your dreams would come true. (Spoiler: they did)
13 Saturday Mar 2010
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when you realize just how far you’ve come, all of you, since the four of you lived on the smelly eighth floor of a dorm, and that you can’t imagine a life without these wonderful women.
12 Friday Mar 2010
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A League of Their Own, Alice in Wonderland, Feminism, Fried Green Tomatoes, Girl Power, Johnny Depp, Julie & Julia, Steel Magnolias, Tim Burton
Here’s what you need to know about how I walked into Alice in Wonderland last Sunday:
You know what? That’s a great way to go into this movie. Fair warning: full spoilers because I need to go all out to talk about just how much I loved this movie.
In the latest incarnation of Alice in Wonderland, we first briefly meet Alice as a child in Victorian England, after her previous adventures down the rabbit hole. Her father tucks her back into bed and praises the imagination of her dreams. And then Alice is nineteen, her father since passed away, and she’s at a delightful garden party, about to be proposed to by a sniveling dork of a man. Alice runs from the proposal (which everyone at the party is watching). Back down the rabbit hole.
A word about 3-D. I had also never seen a movie in 3-D before. I have weird issues with motion sickness (like, I couldn’t sit through all of Traffic). Things were a little dicey, but I was able to make it the whole movie without hurling. That being said, I also have no expectations about the form. So some of the criticisms that the movie wasn’t tricked out enough were lost on me, though I might be inclined to agree about the other side of the argument that it was too much. (Again, for me, simplicity often strikes better.)
The rabbit has brought Alice back to Underland (Wonderland being her mishearing of the name) because she’s the only one who will be able to slay the Red Queen’s Jabberwocky. She must do this in order to restore power to the White Queen, younger sister of the former. And so her adventures take her toward this goal. She, of course, meets the Mad Hatter, which is whatever. I don’t need to swoon over Depp in this role. He’s really just not the point of this review. There’s the underlying question over whether or not this is the right Alice, as our Alice doesn’t remember her previous adventure as anything but shades of a dream.
While getting herself to the Red Queen and to the White Queen, Alice receives help from the Hatter among other creatures (the feisty girl mouse? Kind of loved her). But what really sells the movie is this: the big moment is all on Alice. She’s the one in armor; she has the sword. It is her place and mission in this world to save it.
And, dammit, she fucking does. Nails it. Off with the Jabberwocky’s head. Saves Underland.
That is righteous. There was so much girl power going on. In a movie so mainstream that it busted up the box office.
I was so, so afraid they’d screw it up at the last minute. Add in a love story. Make Alice sell out. Anything.
But no. Nothing. No love story in Underland. She does her job, and she returns back to her real life. And there she tells the sniveling dork to shove it; she tells her sister she can’t be like her; etc. And then she finds the man who took over her father’s company and they go off to talk about her joining the company, and the man believing in all of her wildly imaginative ideas about opening trade routes with China.
Seriously, the list of movies that make me feel all empowered are few and far between. (A League of Their Own, Fried Green Tomatoes, Julie and Julia, and Steel Magnolias pretty much make the list.)
There are all these reviews that keep saying the movie didn’t have a point. Uh, it had a great big point. An important point. And I found it absolutely delightful.
12 Friday Mar 2010
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when you realize that, yes, this is it, this is life, the one you get, so you hit the road because it’s still Spring Break and there are good friends to see and good times to be had.