Bringing the random to you this morning:
I figured out why I’m so irritated with Lindsay Lohan. Aside from her parents, who seem to be opportunistic leeches, the fact that (according to what I read, and feel free to correct me if this isn’t accurate) she received a ridiculous 84 minutes in jail for her last offense, and that her excuse for missing her court date was just lame, here’s why – I like her as an actress. I liked “Mean Girls”, and I even liked “Georgia Rule.” I think she is squandering her opportunities, and her parents should be ashamed for not being more aggressive with keeping her in line. Of course, I know one of the main issues here is that no one tells her “No, Lindsay;” and since everyone has been satisfying her whims for too long now, it is going to be difficult to reverse that trend, but shouldn’t someone who knows her at least try? If not her soul-sucking parents, then maybe the California justice system can do the right thing, and make her see that her actions have consequences. I might be asking for the moon, but it is aggravating to see someone that has such potential just toss it away, and that no one in her circle seems to be doing anything about it.
It’s rare these days that a movie that I see stays with me a week later; unfortunately for me these days, most movies don’t last as long as the time it takes for me to escape from the theater. City Island is an exceptional gem of a film, with Andy Garcia as a father of a loud, loving Italian family with lots of secrets. Juliana Margulies plays his wife; if you like well-written movies with note-perfect performances, go see this movie. “City Island” is too good to get lost in the crowd of overheated summer blockbusters that all feel like they’ve been on the screen one too many times. An added pleasure in seeing this movie is rediscovering the great Staple Singers. I had to download “Heavy Makes You Happy” as soon as I could, and I still remembered every word from when I bought the 45 at Dooley’s for 89 cents. ( In trying to find that song to play here, I found this song, also by the Staple Singers; it’s indescribably delicious.) Don’t let this one get by, it’s worth a few hours for a lovely movie experience.
A fellow knitter reintroduced me to Ravelry, which is a website for knitters, crocheters, and designers. As I mentioned, I have about six different knitting projects going right now, but I tend to do this knitting thing in a bubble, and never really get an opportunity to interact with other knitters. It was fun to talk to Carol about knitting, since it has been a while since we have seen each other – she is much more advanced than I am (she’s working on a great pair of socks right now, which I aspire to do this year for the first time), and she gave me some good tips. We live too far apart to get together for knitting, but it was a treat to talk to someone who shares the yarn love – and I now have a couple of new yarn stores to try, which is always an adventure. Even though half of the office at home is already full of yarn, a new yarn store with untouched yarn is like a new country to explore – all of you yarnheads are nodding in agreement, you know who you are.
I think I mentioned that most of our family is located in the Midwest, in Iowa, Michigan, and I think my mother has a couple of cousins that live in Illinois. When I was growing up, I had one uncle who lived fairly close to us, and who would come over for dinner and for holidays. He loved old movies, and I think he would be happy to know that he handed down that love of old movies to me – I don’t know if he ever had a chance to watch Turner Classic Movies, but it would have been his favorite channel, hands down. Whenever I watch TCM, it always makes me think of Uncle Paul; we would have a blast throwing the old-school gangster lines back and forth – “Dead End” with Humphrey Bogart and the Dead End Kids is one of my absolute favorite movies, full of dames and mugs and coppers. As for Humphrey Bogart – for me, no one can touch him. Watch “Dark Passage”; not one of his more well-known movies, but also one of my favorites. And the chemistry between Bogart and Bacall? Never lets me down…
I’m going for a bike ride, and tonight is “Measure for Pleasure” at the Garage Theatre on 7th Street in Long Beach (threw out my back, and missed opening night, so I’m pretty jazzed about going tonight!). I will try to refrain my injuring myself before tonight – all of you do the same…So long for now, all youse dames and mugs!