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1) This morning, [livejournal.com profile] dsmoen posted a link to the Travelers' Century Club, the only qualification for which is that one has visited 100 countries. Oh dear. I'm only at 18 13 (I miscounted somewhere along the way), not counting my own country. I have a lot of work to do. I have visited: Canada, Mexico, Japan, Israel, Egypt, Kenya, England, Wales, Scotland, France, Germany, Lithuania, and the Netherlands so far. There will be more!

2) Saw Gravity with a group of friends last Friday night and thought it was extraordinary.

3) Saw Captain Philips on Wednesday, by the good offices of my friend SA. Good--not great--movie based on a remarkable true story. Tom Hanks is in fine form as a freighter captain whose ship is hijacked by Somali pirates. At the core of the film are Philips and Muse (say "moo-seh"), the pirate captain. They give two terrific performances in a film that, when it gets to the meat of its story, is very good indeed, but is a little superficial around the edges. (The captain's wife's character is barely there, and the military characters later in the film are stock soldiers Doing Their Jobs.) Despite its weaknesses around the edges, I was on the edge of my seat in the last third of the film and in the end actually cried a bit so, yeah, I was fully engaged.

4) You never know who you're sitting next to in a movie theater. When we went to see Captain Philips, a fellow about 10 years older than myself sat down next to me. SA greeted him by his first name. We chatted pleasantly for a bit before the theater went dark. The next day, SA sent me email telling me that I had been sitting next to and chatting with Conservative commentator and film reviewer Michael Medved. Good thing we talked about movies rather than politics. This continues my string of chance encounters with well-known people of whose identity I was oblivious until later.

5) I haven't yet found the charm in Agents of Shield (except for Agent Coulson, owing entirely to Clark Gregg, whose charm is undeniable). I'm entertained but not compelled by Sleepy Hollow. I've enjoyed Project Runway this season and am pulling for Dom to win. I keep missing The Amazing Race and really want to catch up. I'm enjoying, as usual, The Big Bang Theory and Castle though, man, I wish it were on an hour earlier. Staying up that late to watch a show is just murder on me.
scarlettina: (SIFF 2012)
For many of us who grew up in the 1970s, Paul Williams was a constant presence, whether he was on TV or on the radio. He wrote the themes for "Love Boat" and "The Muppet Show," among others. At the time, I think everyone identified with one or another of his songs. For my mom, it was "You and Me Against the World." For me, it was "Rainbow Connection," which I learned to play on my guitar and which I suspect I still can if I fiddle about with it first. He was one of the people in the media who defined the era for me. When I saw the trailer for the documentary about him, Paul Williams Still Alive, I went back and forth about seeing it, and then I decided that my awareness of his presence in that era had been too important for me to miss this film. I felt compelled by that experience, so I went. [livejournal.com profile] shelly_rae joined me for the movie.

Stephen Kessler, the director, approaches the story as a fan would: I thought Williams was dead; turns out he's very much alive and well; what's he up to? Williams is not an especially willing or cooperative subject for a documentary. He comes across as baffled by Kessler's interest and a little cantankerous about the project. But once he proposes that Kessler step in front of the camera with him, that they just talk about stuff, things begin to change as does the nature of the project. The film goes from being a documentary about Williams' rise, fall, and recovery to a sort of road movie/buddy flick about the filmmaker and the musician getting to know each other, with Kessler's almost Woody Allen-esque voice-over telling the story. The film, of course, is rich with archival footage of Williams in movies and on television, live performances, and contemporary footage of him, his wife, his longtime music director, and Kessler on the road traveling from gig to gig and talking about Williams' life and career. The movie doesn't dwell overmuch on Williams' addiction and recovery, though pretty revealing moments in the interviews show just how much that experience has colored and changed Williams as a person (he's now a certified recovery counselor and speaks on the subject). But he's also still very much active as a composer and performer, and is the current president of ASCAP about which he is quite passionate. Overall, the documentary isn't anything usual--it's funny and poignant and, in embracing the serendipity of Williams' proposal to step into the frame, Kessler has created a very personal story about two guys--who just happen to be idol and fan--getting to know each other in a unique way. I definitely recommend it.

Kessler and Williams were at the theater for Q&A after the movie, and I stayed to listen. Williams talked with conviction about his work as the president of ASCAP defending the rights of artists. He talked about how "Rainbow Connection," "Evergreeen," and "With One More Look at You" (from A Star is Born) were all written. He talked about working with Brian de Palma on Phantom of the Paradise. He was funny and generous with the audience. Kessler pretty much ceded the stage to Williams though he'd had his moment before the film began, and was very sweet about the whole project.

After they finished their Q&A, Williams and Kessler came down to the side of the theater and talked to audience members. And that's when I realized why I was really there. Sure, I'd been a fan of Williams' work, but I was also there for my mom, to whom "You and Me Against the World" had meant so much. So I went up to him, and I told him I didn't want an autograph or a picture, just to thank him for that song and told him why. He asked me my name, and told me that that's the sort of feedback that meant the most to him, that the song touched someone or made a difference to them. He said that, having been mostly a weekend dad, the song meant a lot to him too. He asked if my mom was still with us; I told him no, but that I was there for her. He was gracious and kind, and held my hand the whole time we talked. I thanked him for his time and then took off, since others were waiting to speak with him. I was really very impressed with him, and I'm glad we got to talk.
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I've been wanting to post about the NY trip since I returned. With my health being what it's been, that's been nearly impossible. I've had no focus and significant trouble breathing. I decided that tonight, regardless of health, I wanted to post at least about the highlights.

I've already posted about my days with my brother and sister-in-law, the grand day out with my niece, my brother's special holiday gift, and my arrival in Riverdale.

Here's a picture from Christmas morning with my brother. He and my sister-in-law gave me both the book we're looking at and that gorgeous pashmina draped around my shoulders. The book is a collection of photographs by the remarkable and previously unknown Vivian Maier, whose work you should become familiar with if you have any interest in photography whatsoever. Her story is compelling and her work is beautiful.



After settling at [livejournal.com profile] suricattus's place, I met Betsy Mitchell to stroll through Central Park and to have tea one afternoon. That was delightful; I just love her to bits.

[livejournal.com profile] setsyoustraight joined me in town for two days, and we took the town by storm, hitting the American Museum of Natural History for what was ultimately a rather disappointing visit (though I ran into Ann Crispin, Michael Capobianco, and Victoria Strauss while we were there, a lovely surprise). We made up for it by doing some thrift shopping, having a terrific dinner, and seeing Alan Rickman and Jerry O'Connell in "Seminar," which [livejournal.com profile] kradical has rather effectively reviewed. We then stayed after the show to meet-and-greet with the actors. I got my playbill signed by every member of the cast. And here's a picture:



Friday evening, I met [livejournal.com profile] kradical, [livejournal.com profile] girasole and [livejournal.com profile] wrenn for dinner at Mario's on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx and some of the most delicious Italian food I've ever had. What a wonderful evening out we had together. It was a delight to see them all; I just wish our visit could have lasted longer.

On New Year's Eve I spent some blissful time at the New York Public Library doing genealogical research. I swear, someday I'm going to do a trip back east specifically for research purposes and no other reason so I can just ensconce myself with the microfilm readers and dig away. I enjoyed my time there so much, and got just enough information to be satisfied.

Then I wended my way downtown to meet a couple of girlfriends for New Year's celebrations at a Cuban restaurant. The food was delicious, a menu of dishes I'd never had before, and we had a wonderful time together.

Then I got food poisoning.

I worked hard to get well over the next day and a half, and though I had to cancel my next couple of meal engagements (among them my meeting with [livejournal.com profile] herself_nyc, regrettably), I was well enough to have dinner with my friend Edward Marchese, another wonderful Italian meal, this time at Il Corallo in the south Village. Ed and I haven't seen each other in about 12 years, and he's just as delightful as I remember him being in person. It was a great way to wrap up the trip.

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When I attend Norwescon, I usually don't arrive until mid-Friday. This year, however, being unemployed, I decided that I'd try arriving earlier and see just how much trouble I could get into during a longer weekend.

I had the good fortune of benefiting from [livejournal.com profile] dreamline and [livejournal.com profile] inevitableguy's kindness; they allowed me to crash in their room for the duration. I could not have afforded to attend the show otherwise.

Cut for long post with much name-dropping and pix )I honestly don't think I could have enjoyed myself much more this weekend. With only one regrettable incident, the weekend was otherwise a success, and I left feeling bouyed and inspired.
scarlettina: (Whale of a state quarter)
Tonight, as recorded only a couple of hours ago, I attended a reception at MOHAI for the opening of a new exhibit there, Essential Seattle, which follows the history of the city from its Native American heritage through the WTO riots and more. Some of the city's great and good were in attendance; the crowd seemed well-informed and enthuastic. The exhibit is really good, with new artifacts on display: the first American flag ever to fly in the city, a blanket woven by one of the city mothers, album covers by NIrvana and Sound Garden (they're history, too!). Also, part of the creation of this exhibit included beefing up other exhibits in the museum, too, which was a long time coming IMNSHO.

My favorite exhibits included those about the earliest settlers, World War II (including some unflinching coverage of the Japanese internment), the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific Exhibition, and the 1962 World's Fair. It struck me, especially looking at the pictures of the Borens, the Yeslers, the Dennys—Seattle's early and most prominent citizens, for whom some of our main streets are named—and reading about them, that these guys really did come out here to make a buck in the fastest way possible. Certainly, the most popular history of the city, Sons of the Profits, makes no bones about that. But crass as they were, they were also determined and admirable in their way. The World's Fair exhibit for some reason really choked me up; I still haven't figured out why—maybe it was a little civic pride.

During the brief speechifying, the museum's president listed the organizations he wanted to thank, which included big corporations, law firms . . . and Dick's Drive-in, a Seattle stalwart since, like, 1954. I remarked, "Oh, that's funny." A blond, impeccably and expensively dressed woman standing next to me said, "Oh, but they've been pillars of the community for years." "Oh yes, I know" I told her, "I just think it's great that in the middle of this list of big, serious firms is . . . well, Dick's Drive-in." She chuckled and nodded. We exchanged quiet remarks throughout the talk, and then the president mentioned that some of the city's leaders were present. He wanted to acknowledge them. Turned out this lovely woman was Jan Drago, one of the members of the Seattle city council! (Turns out she's the chair of the Transportation Committee, which means she has quite a bit to answer for, but that's a subject for another time.) She was polite and pleasant with me, and it was a kick to discover she was who I chatted with.

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