This evening is the first all-group meeting of my online sketch comedy effort. It will be the first time the writers, actors, and directors all meet each other. I’ve been gearing up for it for some time now, so I’m pleased to finally have it happen. I still have some handouts to finish preparing, but in general I’m pretty set.
You know what movie was pretty darn good? Bridge to Terabithia. It has been sitting unwatched on my desk for a couple weeks, as other Netflix movies have come and gone, and tonight I put it in for background noise, expecting Narnia lite.
The trailer for this movie was second in recent memory only to Pan’s Labyrinth in setting up false expectations. In both cases, we’re led to believe we will see a story of children entering a fantasy land of mysterious creatures, but in neither is that what the movie is ABOUT. Terabithia is a coming of age piece exploring themes of loss, imagination, and young love/friendship. Best child actors I’ve seen in a while. The movie captures the moment between child and teen in a way that few stories can.
If you’re at all given to family fare with adult appeal, it’s worth renting. I’m going to read the book.
Just experienced my first L.A. tremor. (My housemates said there was one a few weeks ago, but I didn’t feel it.)
This one was really minor, evidently a 4.5 centered 30 miles away. I’ve experienced much bigger, once in Las Vegas and once in Seattle. Still, there’s something really creepy about it every time, with the noise-like vibration much lower than regular sound, and the feeling of knowing there are things out there that are much, much more powerful than you.
May all my L.A. quakes be as manageable as tonight’s.
Tutoring is slow over the summer, but I do have a couple of students I’m working with. One of them is a teen doing something of a writing intensive. To reinforce varying sentence structure, over the weekend I had him write 20 sentences of several different types. One of the resulting efforts was this sentence:
“To be a lawyer, you must go to a lawyer school, like my dad, who is a lawyer.”
Clearly, my work is not yet done with this particular student.
Still, even if his diction isn’t up to snuff, he has a future in philosophy. This was another of his sentences:
Blessed be the filmmakers who actually honor their source material. After that atrocious poo-eating moment in the Alvin and the Chipmunks trailer I posted last week, I thought it would be a good idea to put up a trailer reminding us that CGI can also be a force for good, instead of evil.
I don’t mean the way theater always starts 5-10 minutes late, or the way sometimes your friend’s watch is running slow. We’re talking any time you try to get 3 or more people together, it’s guaranteed that one of those people will be at least a half an hour late.
The worst part is that it’s nobody’s fault. It’s L.A.’s fault. Traveling by car, it takes 45 minutes to get anywhere, even places that sometimes take 15 minutes. Beyond knowing that entering the 405 while its sunny will likely add an hour to your travels, there’s no real predicting when traffic might swell and engulf you. Sure, it’s mostly around rush hour, but then some times it happens at 1 p.m. for no reason. Or sometimes the whole town is empty (like during Sundance.) There’s no telling.
I wonder why we even have watches. Guessing is likely to be about as accurate.
I have always been the kind of person who was on time. Not early, just on time. But since I’ve moved here, I admit there have been a couple of times that I’ve been egregiously, egregiously late. I suspect, as well, that there are those who take advantage of the situation and show up late on a whim. If someone calls and tells you they’re late because traffic is bad, it’s more likely than not that they’re telling the truth.
Anyway, the whole thing makes it really hard to do what I’ve planned for later this afternoon. I’m trying to have coffee with people to join my online comedy group effort, for about an hour each, each hour. It’s doomed to fail. I’ve learned to bring a book.