Missy | February 23, 2007


It’s hip to be square.

My shoulders are tense. My sleep has been restless. It’s not stress, per se, it’s just that work seems to be commandeering my time and energy. Yesterday afternoon I blocked out time to go to the gym and, there, I ran and ran and ran. For once, running felt really good. Toward the end of today’s work day I started debugging code, which is a mistake because I can completely lose track of time that way. Though I admit I sometimes enjoy debugging code, a code-time vortex is not something I want to get lost in on a Friday at 5pm. Luckily, the person who sits next to me stopped by to talk about rats, so that snapped me out of my reverie.

I still haven’t decided if I have it in me for S

Missy | February 14, 2007


Wonder Wheel in winter, Coney Island

Starting today, the Film Comment Selects series begins. Think of this as the best of the not-yet-if-ever distributed films making the recent festival circuit. My favorite, of course, is Colossal Youth, which I may be, perhaps unjustifiably, liking more and more in hindsight. Ventura’s bent angles against the Lisbon slums that, photographically, somehow look ravishing stick out in my memory. (Black Book and Summer ‘04 are also worth checking out.) I wanna see me some Kaurism

Missy | February 11, 2007


I’d rather be outside.

Dear Winter,
A month or so ago I complained that you weren’t giving us anything, that I was grumpy from my inability to hiberate properly. As it turns out, I wasn’t careful about what I was wishing for, because I am now tired of waking up to single digits. I am tired of my hair alternating between clinging to my head, like iron filings to magnets, and resisting gravity like I’d been rubbing a balloon against my head while licking an outlet. I’m also tired of my itchy, chafed skin–the worst being my bottom, presumably from the fabric touching it, particularly when I stand up and sit down numerous times during a typical day. I mean jesus, Winter, can’t I stand up and sit down in peace? Furthermore, I had to go and buy some special lotion at CVS, wherein every aisle was obstructed by elephantitis of the stroller. Aren’t New Yorkers, as a rule, supposed to be space-conscious?

Knock it off.
Missy

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In anticipation for warmer weather, I stopped in Old Navy yesterday when I was in Chelsea for a dance performance. And I picked up these hotsy totsy slingback espadrilles for $16.50. (They may also be found in red and in black.) Here’s to hoping that, for such a bargain, the elastic holding the whole thing together and onto one’s foot does not give way upon first wearing. (Or any wearing, for that matter. Shoelessness in New York City is, to put it mildly, ill-advised. Could you imagine? Ick. One of my biggest, ongoing fears about this city is that I’ll be wearing flats or other slip-ons when I’m getting onto or off of a subway car and one will fall off and into the gap between car & platform. And my tetanus is not up-to-date.)

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Finally, I recommend checking out the results of the Skandie poll, voted on by professional and dilettante film nerds alike, published publicly at Mike D’Angelo’s blog. Start at #20 and scroll up. What sets this poll apart from any other, you may be asking? Why, it’s the Best Scene category! And Mike has been doing his best to provide clips of said scenes. Once he has finished revealing the results, I’ll try to remember to post my ballot on this page.

UPDATE: Here is my ballot [PDF].

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