Enrico Colantoni makes me smile

I'm watching the latest episode of Bones "The Doctor in the Photo". Bones is having a bit of an identity crisis because the victim was a successful surgeon - very similar to Bones. Bones sees the victim's photo ID as herself. And in the evidence is a bunch of cds of the doctor's notes to be transcribe. Bones listens to them and hears her own voice - even has conversations with the victim. Enrico Colantoni (Veronica Mars' dad) guest stars as a night watchman at the Jeffersonian who took the job not for the hours and the benefits but for the free lectures. He imparts wisdom to Bones "ergo, ipso facto, Columbo, Oreo...." I want to give the guy a hug.

The fried egg that changed my life

This is the first week of my latest stint of unemployment. I've been thinking a lot about slowing down and simplifying. Starting to read about gardening. Signed up for a Master Gardener class in February. Trying to attend more yoga classes. For some reason I decided to look up how to fry an egg. For years I've been frying the hell out of my eggs and pans and although I like my eggs I figured I was doing it wrong. I did a quick Google search on how to fry and egg and the article I found suggested that you keep the pan on very low heat and break the eggs into a bowl then transfer them in the pan and let it sit, covered on as low heat as possible for 5 minutes adding salt and pepper at the end. Now, that slows down my process almost threefold. But the egg turned out solid, smooth and frankly, very tasty. I took it as a sign that this slowing down thing is important and beneficial. Yoga has been trying to teach me this for over two years. These lessons slowly sink in, eventually. What's an extra 3 or 4 minutes in the morning to fry a tastier egg and remember this lesson? Preserves my pan, gives me time to make a new discovery or meditate a bit without frantically scraping my pan and egg and risking burning down my building. Now I need to transfer this philosophy to other aspects of my life.

This could change me

A new friend pointed me to this story.

Starlee Kine's "The Rundown" might prove to be an amazing tool for my dating life. The pertinent story starts at the 7 minute mark, Act One.

Inception: missed conception?

I wrote the following to a fellow movie lover friend when I got back from the theater on Saturday. I'm posting it here for posterity.


Nathan, Wendy and I saw "Inception" at the Air & Space Museum last night. It was an experience. Neither good nor bad. I kept thinking about Memento and how when watching that I was on the edge of my season trying to figure everything out - and, if I recall correctly, ultimately it was a neatly incapsulated small world. With Inception I felt that it was a much bigger and complicated, messier issue of how multiple subconsciouses building worlds within each other. There a sort of time travel element that wasn't fleshed out nearly enough. I think the IMAX screen helped it a little. Overall, it was biting off more than it could chew. For what it was it should have been shorter. The ski bound shootout was overkill. That 20 minutes or so should have been used to better explain why there needed to be so many layers of dreaming or better fleshing out the role of the architect. Or just cut out. Ellen Page's "training" was too short.  For me, that mindbending sequence was the most interesting part of the concept visually and intellectually. I was much more interested in learning each team member's role in the process than I was the violence and chase that was forced by Fischer's subconscious. That violence, etc...felt like a cop out. Christopher Nolan injected that tension which forced the team to abandon what was apparently a meticulously detail plan and it became more or less an action movie when I think it would have been more interesting to continue exploring the "heist" within the dreams on an intellectual level.

In trying to hold myself accountable, I saw "Inception" tonight. I will write about it. And I will start writing about tv again too. But not at this hour. Posting this to the ether is supposed to force me to really sit and write soon. Dear Reader, you might enjoy the evolution.

The video I made a few months ago

I was surprised to learn that "If You Like Pina Colada" is not Jimmy Buffett. It's actually "Escape (The Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes.

It just goes to show....you learn something new every day.

So it appears I haven't logged on to this blog since November 2008. Not a touch or a look or a thought in all of 2009 and over half of 2010. But it's recently come to my attention that I write a blog. So I probably should use that as incentive to actually do it.

My big thoughts for today, August 12, 2010.

The yoga studio where I work is amazing. The owner is the most generous person I know. Some of the most beautiful people I know are students and staff there. I am extremely grateful to have Past Tense in my life. I hope someday I get off my lazy butt and move to Mt. Pleasant so that I can be closer to the studio and be more of a presence there.

I woke up to an amazing thunderstorm this morning. It had little effect on my day until 4:15pm when the power went out at work and we were all sent home an hour early. I took a nap and a shower before going to the pizza dinner at the studio.

My cat is insane. And awesome.

YES WE DID!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/us_elections_2008/7710040.stm