One by One

I just attended a lecture by Professor Takami Hatano, visiting from the International Buddhist University in Osaka, Japan. He was speaking about climate change and pollution issues impacting Japan. Someone in the audience had a question about oil tankers leaking, crashing, dumping, and otherwise making a mess in the ocean surrounding the Japanese islands. He confirmed just such an incident and then shared an anecdote which, to him, was completely mundane; he did not anticipate the impact this story would have on his American audience. Speaking only for myself, I can say it filled me with reverence and gratitude.

When an oil tanker crashed in the Sea of Japan the current washed most of the crude oil ashore on Japan's beaches. Professor Hatano told us that after this happened, "Volunteers from all over the country came to the beaches. Everyone came to help. Everyone cleaned the rocks, one by one. Everyone polished the rocks, one by one. One by one we cleaned the oil away."

913,305 Strong

I've claimed, multiple times, to not be a Political Bogger; but what I'm about to do is comparable to the rabid habits of blogosphere junkies. I can't help myself. Not this time. I've posted about how many emails the Clinton and Obama camps send out each week and I've often thought about passing on bits and pieces of those emails to readers of this blog, but who has the time? Well, this afternoon, I'm making time for this message.

In a recent post I shared this news about the Obama strategy: The newest move by the campaign is to highlight the number of individual donors, rather than the number of dollars, and the goal is 500,000 donors by 04 March. Well, in an email that went out from the Obama camp this afternoon: "We're already more than 900,000 strong, including over half-a-million donating so far this year." Did the full weight of that sink in? There are already over 500,000 donors in 2008 and the goal was only to break even at 500,000 by 04 March, which is still about two weeks away! The momentum is absolutely intoxicating. Bored pundits are beginning to jab and jive on the "Cult of Hope" surrounding Obama. Not cool. There's nothing cultish about it. Read a history book. It's called democracy...of the people, by the people, and for the people. (read this Daisy Khan blog post...it's very short)

You may be a Barack fan, you may not be, but either way...read his message in his own words. In the name of democratic dialogue...

Friend --

We learned something extraordinary since I wrote to you last night.
We've crunched all the numbers and discovered that we are within striking distance of something historic: one million people donating to this campaign. Think about that ... nearly one million people taking ownership of this movement, five dollars or twenty-five dollars at a time.

We're already more than 900,000 strong, including over half-a-million donating so far this year. This unprecedented foundation of support has built a campaign that has shaken the status quo and proven that ordinary people can compete in a political process too often dominated by special interests.


Unlike Senator Clinton or Senator McCain, we haven't taken a dime from Washington lobbyists or special interest PACs. Our campaign is responsible to no one but the people.


One million donors would be a remarkable feat -- something that's never been done before in a presidential primary and something no one ever thought would be possible for us. And you still have the opportunity to be a part of it.


If you make a donation right now, one of those 900,000 donors has promised to give again in order to match your first gift. You can double the impact of your first donation -- and you can even choose to exchange a note about why you are part of this movement.

Be one of the million who will own a piece of this campaign before the potentially decisive March 4th contests. We started this improbable journey a little over a year ago in Springfield, Illinois. And because you've joined together to make your voices heard, this journey isn't looking as improbable anymore.


Since our victory on February 5th, we've won ten straight contests. But on March 4th, we face a huge challenge in Texas and Ohio, who will vote along with Rhode Island and Vermont. We are behind in the big states and need as many people involved as possible if we're going to win.


If we can reach our goal of one million donors by March 4th, we can send a powerful message that the Washington establishment and big-money interests cannot ignore.
As one million people with one voice, we can tell them that their days of dominating Washington are coming to an end -- the old politics are crumbling and a new voice is breaking through. Our voice.

I learned the power of ordinary people coming together as a community organizer on the South Side of Chicago. I worked side-by-side with people who had been laid off from steel plants that were moved overseas. These were people who needed new jobs to rebuild their lives, and their political leaders were ignoring them. But even though the odds were stacked against them, they discovered that by coming together with one voice, they could no longer be ignored.

When we launched this campaign, we knew we were up against similar odds. We knew we'd be running against a massive political machine with deep ties to the Washington establishment. We knew it wouldn't be easy.
But if we can do this, we're not just going to win an election. We're going to change our country.

Thank you so much,

Barack

https://donate.barackobama.com/match

A Beautiful Blessing

When I was with my Turkish friends this weekend they taught me a beautiful saying. When people get married it is tradition to offer this blessing:

Allah bir kastikta kocatsin

(May God let you grow older
together on the same pillow)

Turkish Tea Set

Red Lentil Fingers

In January it was baklava and this past Saturday it was red lentil fingers (I can't recall the Turkish name of the dish). The friends that I made through the Multicultural Arch Foundation are still hosting cooking gatherings and each month I look forward to our time together. The dish we made this weekend is a combination of red lentils, bulgar, and a slew of veggies and seasonings.

Once everything is all mashed up together, you form little rolls (or "fingers") with your hands. My Turkish friends were grabbing the mixture with two hands, forming a little roll in each hand in about half a second, and then putting them both on the plate. They were trash talking each other about how slow the other person was and how much faster "my mom can roll the fingers..." It was hysterical.

You eat the lentil fingers wrapped in lettuce and they are so good! As always, our gathering is a full on Turkish feast via potluck. I recognized the colorful potato dish from our last gathering, only now it was in little individual bites instead of one huge cake. The rolls were also served last time, but this time there was a from-scratch apple pie tart thing and from-scratch simits (Turkish bagels). Yum-my.

Of course the meal was closed with tea...beautiful, rich, dark Turkish tea.

One of the women just celebrated her first Valentine's Day and while admitting that she didn't understand all the candy and flowers, she liked the idea of "making a special time to express love to everyone in your life, not just to your darling." She gave us all a ceramic plaque, each with a different saying on it, and a card with a quotation about love written inside. She found sayings from religious leaders and secular scholars all over the world, everyone from Gandhi to Fethullah Gulen, Gordon Hinckley to the Pope, poetry, sonnets, and more. When she gave us each our card it was her way of "recognizing that everyone is similar and wants peace and love." Beautiful. This was the statement in my card:

Only those who overflow with love will build the happy and enlightened world of the future. Their lips smiling with love, their hearts brimming with love, their eyes radiating love and the most tender human feelings - such are the heroes of love who always receive messages of love from the rising and setting of the sun and from the flickering light of the stars.
(Fethullah Gulen)

Consumption is an ethical issue

I don't read email forwards. Most of the time I don't even open them. Every so often a rare occasion will warrant that I send a forward with a personal note as to why I'm imposing said message on everyone in my address book. Well, consider this blog post just such an email forward...but rather than spamming my friends and family, I'm spamming the entire internet. As to my personal note, I'll let artist Chris Jordan speak for himself.

Running the Numbers |
An American Self-Portrait
Artist's Statement: Chris Jordan

This series looks at contemporary American culture through the austere lens of statistics. Each image portrays a specific quantity of something: fifteen million sheets of office paper (five minutes of paper use); 106,000 aluminum cans (thirty seconds of can consumption) and so on. My hope is that images representing these quantities might have a different effect than the raw numbers alone, such as we find daily in articles and books. Statistics can feel abstract and anesthetizing, making it difficult to connect with and make meaning of 3.6 million SUV sales in one year, for example, or 2.3 million Americans in prison, or 410,000 paper cups used every fifteen minutes. This project visually examines these vast and bizarre measures of our society, in large intricately detailed prints assembled from thousands of smaller photographs. The underlying desire is to emphasize the role of the individual in a society that is increasingly enormous, incomprehensible, and overwhelming.

A teaser: a detail of his print depicting 38,000 shipping containers, the number of containers processed through American ports every twelve hours. Click on the photo to visit Chris Jordan's site.

ISBN ### Love Sex Ambition Intrigue

ISBN 0-7432-2744-1

So I'm sitting in a movie theatre about a month ago, only sort of paying attention to the previews, when suddenly Natalie Portman appears on screen. I'm immediately enthralled. Then Scarlett Johansson appears on screen with Natalie. Now I'm doubly enthralled. Then Eric Bana appears on screen with Natalie and Scarlett and I'm completely out of my mind. If this film dedicates two hours to watching water boil, so long as Eric, Natalie, and Scarlett are there to watch it boil with me, I'll see it. Probably multiple times. Like in the real theatre. Not even waiting until the $1 Cinemark.

I called my mother after the movie,
knowing she's an Eric Bana fan, to gush about this salacious preview. She informed me that not only is she way ahead of me, but even my grandmother is way ahead of me. Apparently "The Other Boleyn Girl" is an historical fiction novel by Phillipa Gregory, a novel read by my grandmother a year ago and my mother's book club six months ago. News to me. I wanted to read the book before seeing the movie and so I picked up my own copy...and then read it in one week flat. One week. 661 pages. I actually called in sick and took a day off work to finish the book. I Could Not Put It Down.

The historical framework of Gregory's novel is entirely accurate and the story itself is nothing new. I assume most people are familiar with Henry VIII, Katharine of Aragon, the Boleyn daughters each taking their turn vying for power via the king's bed, English Reformation, all the sex and scandal, Anne's beheading, et.al. What Gregory does, and where the fiction comes in, is weave dialogue and pedestrian details into the story we all know (
ie: she researched the nuances of the English Court and you get a very visceral sense of daily life). Well done.

With regard to the film adaptation, Peter Morgan wrote the screenplay and he's best known for The Queen and The Last King of Scotland. Fan-tas-tic! I'm stoked. The film opens Friday, 29 February. Two weeks. More than enough time for you to read this page-turner!


A More Humane Approach

I often post about the incongruity of LDS doctrine and liberal Christian theology versus the culture and actions of LDS church members and leaders. Just as I believe the highest form of patriotism is dissent within a sincere, informed desire to live up to the ideals of the American experiment, so too I believe that the highest form of dedication to my faith is questioning in a sincere, informed way that will prod, if not the church as a whole, at least myself to live up to the ideals we proclaim.

The hypocritical and baffling incongruity between LDS doctrine and LDS culture is never more apparent then when the state legislature is in session. Most of the legislators are LDS (and by most I mean upwards of 90-ish%) and every time they come together there are hateful, spiteful, cruel bills introduced with the intent to directly impact our friends and neighbors. I seem to remember something about loving your neighbor being in the top three, as it were, of God's suggestions. This week Marlin Jensen, a prominent leader of the LDS church, spoke out in partnership with a Catholic Bishop and Lutheran Pastor against the actions of the legislators. I was blown away when I heard his words. Blown. Away. It gives me hope.

The SL Tribune wrote an excellent article and you can read the entire text below or view the original source by clicking right here.

LDS Church asks lawmakers to weigh morality, ethics in immigration reforms

A prominent leader from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has implored Utah's overwhelmingly Mormon Legislature to "slow down, step back and carefully study and assess the implications and human costs involved" in a slew of immigration bills they are considering on Capitol Hill.

Marlin Jensen, a member of the LDS Church's Quorum of Seventy, told a modest crowd at the Wednesday evening opening reception of Westminster College's "Beyond Borders and Fronteras" colloquy that "with decisions hanging in the balance that have such significant consequences, I believe a more thoughtful . . . not to mention humane, approach is warranted."

Immigration has emerged as a key issue during the legislative session that began Jan. 21, with lawmakers considering a litany of bills that would limit significant privileges and impose extensive penalties for the state's undocumented immigrants.

But, Jensen said, "immigration questions are questions dealing with God's children," and legislators should "measure twice before they cut."

His comments expounded publicly on the private pleas of church leaders last month for Legislators to act with compassion as they consider immigration reform.

While repeating the mantra that the LDS church generally takes no position on political issues, Jensen noted that immigration was not strictly a political issue but a moral and ethical one. And as such, he said, he was not simply speaking for himself or even for the Quorum, a group of Mormon leaders who act as church emissaries.

"I was assigned to come here by the First Presidency of the church," he said, referring to the church's three most senior leaders, including LDS Church President Thomas S. Monson.

LDS member Michael Clára, who attends church in a congregation increasingly made up of undocumented immigrants, said he was gratified to hear Jensen's remarks, which he called "earth-shattering."

He said it has been increasingly difficult to reconcile church teachings about compassion with the actions of a Legislature made up primarily of fellow Mormons.

"It's hypocritical," Clára said. "At the local level, they have been welcomed and treated with respect and then they turn around and have LDS legislators kick them in the teeth by making laws that make their lives harder."

With humble tones but adamant tenors, Bishop John Wester of the Catholic Diocese of Salt Lake City and Pastor Steve Klemz of Zion Lutheran Church joined Jensen in his prayer for greater tolerance and cautious lawmaking.

"Jesus himself was a person on the move - an immigrant if you will," Wester said, drawing nods from the other speakers.

"We are called to love," Klemz added. "That is the kind of community we are called to work for."

(Matthew D. LaPlante (mlaplante@sltrib.com))

Nat Sherman makes pretty cigarettes

So I was just uploading my photos from Zion National Park into my Flickr album (because I've officially hit Cognitive Overload and my work piles can wait) and I came across a photo I hadn't seen in months. Last fall when I was in Ybor City, Florida my friend purchased the. most. beautiful. pack of cigarettes. As we waited for the trolley I, of course, had to look like a ca-razy person for no less than fifteen minutes snapping no less than thirty-seven pictures of said cigarettes while my friends slowly backed away, checked their cell phones, shuffled their feet on the ground, and otherwise pretended to not know me. This is my favorite of the photos...

Tree | Zion National Park

A Study of Contrast

Another favorite photo taken in Zion National Park last weekend.

I can almost taste these colors

One of my favorite photos taken in Zion National Park last weekend.

On the Road Again | Zion National Park

On our way home from the conference in St. George, a History Prof/colleague/friend of mine who has done extensive research of the region led a hike in Zion National Park. Well, I should clarify the term "hike..." It was intended as a hike, but there was far more snow on the ground than we anticipated. So let's just say that we walked along this river bed...

There is something special about the space in Zion and in a purely visual sense...the red rock, white snow, and blue sky made for a riotous combination. I took way too many pictures and won't post even a fraction, but here are a few favorites. If you're easily bored with these seemingly identical pictures of one rock after another, this post isn't for you. I, on the other hand, could stare at these red rocks all day and curse the moments I was forced to blink.

Yesterday and today Salt Lake was slammed with a wicked blizzard...and we were told once upon a time that the extremely heavy storms were over. So much for that. Seeing these pictures and the blue blue blue sky makes me smile. The blue sky in the photo above is later in the day and slightly darker than the blue sky in the photo below, taken early in the afternoon. Awesomely beautiful.

Red rocks, white snow, blue sky...love it. It looks like those little dioramas you built in fourth grade, small plastic trees glued on top, white snow out of cotton or perhaps baking soda, no...? Anyone? I'm the only one who rushed home on Friday to work on her diorama assignment? Fine.

There is something sneaky and evil about this spindly black tree. I really dig it.

On the Road Again | St. George, Utah

I'm in sunny Southern Utah for a work conference...and cannot get enough blue sky! I can't believe how long it's been since I've seen the sun. No haze, no snow, no inversion...just sun, sun, sun!


I want to lick this chandelier it's so yum-my

More photos from the Governor's meeting room in the State Capitol.



(Obviously not a chandelier...but an interesting carving on a couch)

State Capitol Photos 2.0

When I posted a few photos of the newly restored State Capitol, Keri liked them and asked to see more. In response I've put a few of my favorites in this post...and I'm also uploading them to my Flickr album.




Ramblings from the Route | Super Tuesday Hangover

This morning I drove to southern Utah for a work conference. Yesterday I needed to pick up a company motor pool car for the occasion and this allowed me to indulge in at least a one-way public transportation commute to work in the morning (an adventure I've lately shied away from in our barrage of winter storms). During my bus-train-bus commute I could think of little but Super Tuesday. After clearing my schedule Tuesday night so that I was free to enjoy six solid hours of PBS News Hour coverage of results, predictions, and pollsters, my brain was sloshy and swimming Wednesday morning. I'm positively giddy to once again be enveloped in the chaos of an election cycle. Giddy.

I do not profess to be a political blogger and I have no desire to be, but I am a political person who blogs...so for what it's worth this post will be a true "rambling from the route" - an unedited stream of probably-partisan thoughts and uncensored sweeping generalizations. You've been warned. Welcome to my brain. Keep your hands and arms inside the cart.

Cheating on Hillary? I don't at all regret my vote for Barack. I have to say however that when I saw Hillary speak from her Manhattan headquarters Tuesday night I honestly felt like I had cheated on her and then run into her at a friend's party and was trying not to make eye contact because regardless of my love affair with Obama I still really care for her because she is the safe comfortable one I've been with for years and even long after the relationship is ended you know the number is still in my phone but Barack is the butterflies and the romance and the exhilarating sense of stepping to the edge of the light and after a deep breath...making that first step into the darkness because you know, you can just feel it, you'll find your way.

One more reason to respect Obama. Bill and Chelsea Clinton came to Utah, but no Hillary. Obama came to Utah last summer and Michelle was just here on Monday. For the campaign to put that commitment into a horribly red state the day before the nation's largest presidential primary (the largest ever, not just since the last presidential race), shows such respect to the people of the state. In other words, we weren't simply written off as a one-dimensional block of Republicans. Boise, Idaho had an Obama rally of 14,000 people, the largest rally in the history of the state. Idaho, folks, Idaho. Colorado also went to Obama, after a rally of 9,000 greeted his visit to Denver. His sweep of red Rocky Mountain states shows his appeal to independents, moderates, liberals, youth, et.al. It's incredible. He raised $32 million dollars in January alone. Staggering. The newest move by the campaign is to highlight the number of individual donors, rather than the number of dollars, and the goal is 500,000 donors by 04 March. Stay tuned.

Girls rule. The majority of the Democratic electorate is now female. Suffragettes, we outnumber men in the decision of who to elect as our party's candidate for president. We've come a long way from picket signs and protest lines. Hillary's campaign is undeniably a contributing factor. I love her for that.

Fear versus Love. Listen to the Republican debates and speeches and you can hear the fear in their voices. I'm not talking about fear like, "Uh oh, the Democratic party will take the White House..." (which we will), but fear as a state of being, a way of life. They hate and they fear and they pigeon hole people into categories that are more easy to deal with than dynamic, complex human beings (re: Immigration. Gay rights. Terrorism.). It must be exhausting to live in such a space of fear all the time. The Democrats, on the other hand, speak from a place of love. (Any Ruiz fans in the audience? This dichotomy should sound familiar...). Democrats are FOR something, not simply AGAINST everything. They come from a place of hope and have the luxury of being positive because they are fighting for something. The Democratic candidates are not in a heated ideological fight with each other. Even the most respected pundits recognize that the policy differences are microscopic. This is one of the major reasons why the race is so tight...we're tickled pink, most of us, with either choice. We're just happy the Bush/Cheney regime is finally coming to an end. It's all up hill from here.

Emails from the President. I get probably three emails a day on behalf of each campaign (Barack and Hillary, in case there's any possible confusion at this point)...as can anyone who visits their campaign websites. I find it absolutely fascinating to watch how they say things, the words they choose at which moment, the tone they choose to address certain issues, the rhetorical strategy is many times more important than the message of the email itself. As I sorted through a swarm of emails in and around and on Super Tuesday, I thought, why can't they continue this when they're in the White House? I'm not naive enough to assume Barack is wandering around with his blackberry shooting off messages to his billion-person distribution list. I understand that they have staffers and writers and message crafters that handle this stuff...but how awesome would it be to visit the White House website, voluntarily sign up for email alerts, and get a message every so often from your President. I giggle every time my alert pops up with "New email from Brad Pitt" re: The One campaign. It's also invigorating to see "Barack Obama" in the "From" column of your gmail. Government of the people, by the people, and for the people, right? I want a president who shoots us a YouTube video every so often, like Michelle did Monday afternoon. I miss John Edwards. He would totally email us. Kucinich, who I also really miss, would stop by your place for coffee talk. Point is...keep up the communication!

Compassion. I watched every. single. candidate speech on Tuesday night. They were scattered about the country at their different campaign headquarters and each spoke at different times as the night rolled on. Only Barack and Hillary, ONLY Barack and Hillary, made mention of the tornado survivors and victims in the southern state, saying they were in their thoughts and prayers. Think about it.

Yes, we can. In Atkins, Arkansas the tornado destroyed more than just polling stations, obviously, but before people put their homes back together, before the storm had even stopped raging, they assembled a makeshift Red Cross shelter, moved the ballot machines in, and people went right on voting. Don't tell me that we don't care. Don't tell me that we no longer have it in us to be engaged. The historical origins of Super Tuesday (commonly believed to be the 1988 election) come directly from states fighting for influence, wanting to have a voice in the nominating process, competing for the right to vote early. We do care. The poetry of nights like Super Tuesday remind us that we are actually all in this together. You may drive from your front door to Starbucks to work to Starbucks to your front door...but we are citizens at heart. I honestly believe that.

P.S. News broke today that Mitt dropped out because he "didn’t want to do anything that would hurt the party or hurt the nation..." Though I will certainly miss the opportunity to double the size of Guantanamo...god speed and good bye!

Republicans fall in line...


...Democrats fall in love.


It was a very difficult decision for me. I went in to the polling station 90% certain of who I was voting for. Then I saw the other name on the ballot and I struggled anew with my decision. My mind ran through the litany of reasons for and against each candidate and even after I had checked the box I still stood there, staring at it, just to make sure. I'm not naive enough to assume that my little ballot will impact Utah's stagnant electorate, because it won't, but I'm fully aware that I'm contributing to the popular vote and furthermore...readers of this blog know how hot I get for civic duty.

We've been fed the lines that if you want information: Hillary. If you want inspiration: Barack. Experience: Hillary. Hope and Change: Barack. The second Hillary began her campaign for the New York Senate I knew she was on a fast track to the White House. Historically the NY Senate has fed politicos to D.C. and her ambition is out of this world...connect the dots. Love her or hate her, you cannot argue the fact that Hillary is brilliant and her knowledge of policy is encyclopedic. I really, really like Hillary. I think she's a strong, opinionated woman who gets the Bitch moniker from The Establishment because goddess forbid women should ever run this popsicle stand and do a better job. It's tale as old as time. As a woman - a strong, opinionated woman at that - I'll admit that gender played a role in my early support of Hillary and I wanted to see one of my own, as it were, succeed. It's obviously not the only reason I supported her, but the mind-blowing possibility of a female president is a clarion call to me.

Then I started to pay more attention to Barack. I always liked him. I always liked his message of hope and change. I like that he was able to galvanize the youth vote. In so far as revolutionary candidates go...we have the glorious choice of a woman or an African American...so all in all a fantastic time to be a Democrat and an American. I follow with intense interest all the intricate political debates about strategic voting; once such argument being that McCain will likely receive the Republican nomination and with his appeal to independent voters you need Barack to pull those folks to his side whereas Hillary will polarize the country, invigorate the Right, and not be able to sweep independents away from McCain. There are many other strategic concerns, but that is one of the strongest arguments for Barack.

Then there are the endorsements. If I had a nickel for every endorsement email I've received in the past three weeks...! I don't make my decisions based solely on endorsements, but I do pay attention. I started to feel it about a week ago, a surge of energy behind Barack. It can only compare to the moment when a protest rally surges forward and it started to creep up and eventually wash over me. Again, readers of this blog know how that sensation of democracy-in-action rocks my world. That sensation isn't exclusive to marches and picket lines...it is the same undercurrent that informs my community organizing, my obsession with negotiation, dialogue, civil disobedience, non-violent protest, democratic debate...

Then I saw this video and I knew the cliche is true: Republicans fall in line. Democrats fall in love. I cast my vote for Barack not because I'm a wistful hippie who longs for better days when America was home to citizens and not consumers (even though, wait a minute, that is also true). Rather, I cast my vote for Barack because I honestly believe that he can do it. Si se puede...let's rock this vote!

First Friday Films | Take Six

First Friday Films Take Six
Series, mini-series, seasons, trilogies, ensembles, and my longed-for epic! Finally!


Elvis: The Mini-series
I've been eyeing this film in Redbox for a while, but never quite get around to renting it. Being that Jonathan Rhys Myers is in it (head over heels in love) and I was not immediately persuaded tells you how little I care about Elvis Presley. I should have known, however, that Jonathan's Midas touch could make a film about paint drying worthy of an Oscar (or Emmy, in this case). He was completely transformed and it was honestly incredible how perfectly he nailed the mannerisms, the accent (from his native Irish to American English to Southern drawl...), the dancing. Oh my my, the dancing. I have to say I felt a bit like a 50s school girl watching him and felt a bit more sympathetic to the Elvis fanatics.

This was my first exposure to Elivs's life story and I'm glad I watched it. It was interesting and totally news to me. In a Google photo search for pics of Jonathan (always a pleasurable experience) I came across an Entertainment Weekly review that absolutely hated the film because it "brought nothing new to the table." Well, for someone who doesn't live and breathe Elvis trivia, I found plenty to like. And Elvis aside, let's be honest, I'm glad I watched four hours of Jonathan twitching both his hips and beautifully full lips...

Blade I...and Blade II...and Blade Trinity
Welcome to the world of vampire cult films and B-rate SciFi. Wowzah. I've always been curious about this series and remember it coming out at roughly the same time as The Matrix films. I was far far too busy obsessing about The Matrix to bother with vampires. Having watched all three Blade films within a week's time I can't help but think that the Blade people share my obsession with The Matrix. There were very similar gravity-defying martial arts sequences, long black trench coats, and heros with little to no dialogue...and yet in my world Neo remains much cooler than Blade.

Blade I is totally messed up. Blade II is better than the first. Blade Trinity seems to be the only one of the three intended for megaplex popularity and felt too glitzy to hold the original grit of a cult classic. Looking back on the three in total, even though I had a hard time watching Blade I and thought it was totally disgusting (minus yummy Stephen Dorff, because I'm still not over the "Cryin" music video), in terms of vampire B-films, it was much better than Blade Trinity.

Harry Potter series-to-date
Before you pass horrified judgment, keep in mind that without television or commercial radio it's not difficult to believe that I've ignored the entirety of the Harry Potter craze. I wasn't as oblivious to Harry Potter as I was to High School Musical (which is to say I'd at least heard of Harry Potter), but I'd still never read a single book or seen so much as a preview for the movies until a couple weeks ago. With my new found crush on jailbait Zac Efron, my 35-year old Daniel-Radcliffe-Obsessed friend found her perfect opening to continue my pop culture crash course. We watched the films back-to-back and I caught up on the series in three days. I'll probably read the books eventually, but the movies suffice for now.

Films 1 and 2 were cutesy and trite and set up the story well enough, but weren't terribly compelling. As the story progresses you can see J.K. Rowling progressing as a writer and constructing better stories...which in turn makes for better movies. By the time film 3 hits it's like out of nowhere. It's difficult to consider films 1 and 2 as even being part of the same series. For one, Daniel Radcliffe begins his journey to hotness with flying colors by film 3 and I feel like less of a pedaphile. Also, films 3 through 5 aren't afraid to be dark. It's like films 1 and 2 were apologetic for being about underage wizards and then they get over it and own their dark creepiness. I mean, it's no Blade-trilogy-darkness, but they do get better and better. I *loved* film 5 and I'm actually looking forward to seeing the last few in the theatre. I'm also looking forward to seeing how they make an increasingly strapping Daniel Radcliffe look an innocent 16. And no, the photo has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Daniel in Equus. You're welcome.

Friends, season 10
Yup. Just finished it. Nope. Not kidding. I stopped watching television before the series finished and so I never knew how it ended until a few weeks ago. Do Rachel and Joey really hook up? What about the veritable institution that is Ross and Rachel? Monica and Chandler are trying to get pregnant, what ever happened there? Phoebe can't marry David, Mike is so much better for her. Such burning questions left unanswered...for years and years!

I was a huge Friends fan and watched faithfully every week. It's a formulaic sitcom but they nailed it for what it was. The characters were perfect in and of themselves and the groove with everyone combined was seamless. Over the past few years I watched seasons 6 through 9 on DVD but life happens and I never got around to season 10 until right now. Gotta be honest, cried a bit at the finale. She got off the plane! Yay!

I'm Not There
Wow. So I can't imagine the research Todd Haynes had to drown himself in to pull this off. What an innovative way to tell the life story of a total enigma: seven different life stages, seven different personalities, seven different actors. Heath Ledger (more on him later) knocked it out of the park, of course, as "The Restless Lover" Dylan. Cate Blanchett. OMG. I realize that at least one a month I freak out about her in this blog, but seriously, she's so perfect I can barely stand it. Everything she does is beyond top notch. She sets her own bar and that bar is vastly beyond anything even the best movies can attempt. If she's in a movie for ten minutes, it's her movie. Unbelievable. She was "The Innovator" Dylan who plugged in at Newport and spiraled into drugs and depression. Christian Bale. He was "The Prophet" Dylan in his early folk days and also "The Spiritualist" Dylan in his late '70s come-to-Jesus phase. And might I add, if there were ever a rival to Cate for my ultimate devotion, it may just be Christian Bale. He played two different Dylans and, of course, in true method acting Bale form, he transformed into two completely different people.

Lars and the Real Girl
I've gushed about Cate and Christian...but I cannot in the slightest ignore the tour de force that is Ryan Gosling. I have friends who aren't exactly rabid about indy film and who don't feel an absolutely overwhelming need to own every. single. Ryan Gosling film and watch each of them 107 times...and they came away from this movie in a quiet state of reverent awe. Behold, the power of Ryan Gosling.

From the super indy United States of Leland to the gritty Half Nelson to the glossy Hollywood Fracture...he can do no wrong and there is no one in young Hollywood who could pull off a love story with a blow-up sex doll. No one. I wager that even lame twelve-year old boys who might wander into this movie expecting a raunchy laugh would leave with the same reverent awe as my friends did. He is so absolutely perfect and he carries the entire film (even next to Emily Mortimer, who I love!), making it sweet and sad and beyond sincere. It's magic.

The Laramie Project
What a gem. This is one of those impulse library rentals that interested me on title alone and proved to be a diamond in the rough. This is one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. The Tectonic Theater Project (based on NYC) traveled to Laramie, Wyoming not long after Matthew Shepard was murdered. They interviewed hundreds of people and recorded/transcribed each of the interviews. They gave the town a chance to talk privately and openly about the incident that shook them to their core and brought them into a harsh national spotlight. The theatre company took these interviews to the stage in New York and Moises Kaufman made a documentary-style film version in 2002 (opening night Sundance selection).


The film version is by far the largest ensemble cast I've ever seen...and I like ensemble movies and make a point to seek them out. The special features highlight the fact that no one was paid to make this film, the actors donated their time because they wanted to be part of this incredible work. I had forgotten how powerful that moment in our history was. I was a senior in high school when it happened and I can remember where I was when I first heard the story. I had also forgotten that Russell Henderson (one of the two boys who tortured, beat, and killed Matthew) was LDS. Lovely. And people ask my why, as a Mormon, I volunteer with Equality Utah and fight for gay rights. My work may or may not move our society forward, but perhaps I can at least balance out the impact of assholes like Russell. This coming fall marks the 10th anniversary of Matthew's death and the fight for a fair America is far from won.

There Will Be Blood
Dude. If you've seen this movie, you know the feeling in the moment when it ends abruptly, the screen goes black, and you sit slack jawed and sucker punched, "Dude..." Incredible. Why can't all movies be this stellar? This movie deserves every. single. ounce. of praise it's receiving. Daniel Day-Lewis is mind blowing. I heard him interviewed on NPR and he told the story of how he created his character Daniel Plainview. I praised Christian Bale's mastery of the method, but I think Daniel Day-Lewis may be the ultimate master of our time. He went into character three months prior to filming and lived every breath as Plainview. He would work for hours each day, speaking into a tape recorder, trying different voices, inflections, tempos for his voice and every so often the tape was shipped off to Paul Thomas Anderson (Punch Drunk Love, Magnolia, Cigarettes and Coffee) for feedback. The first fifteen minutes of the movie have no dialogue whatsoever. The moment Daniel Plainview speaks, you are completely transfixed. It's a singularly distinctive voice.

Daniel Day Lewis has been mind blowing for quite some time, so let's not forget to talk about Paul Dano. Dude. He's toe to toe with Daniel Day-Lewis and he more than holds his own. His two exorcism scenes are still haunting me, no pun intended. Amazing. And the score?! Ohhhh the score. There are no words, you just have to hear it.

Cloverfield
J.J. Abrams fans? Anyone? The Lost pilots? MI:III? Hand-held cameras running through the streets of New York for two hours? Anyone? I bloody loved this movie. Let me clarify that statement by saying that the script is average, the acting is 50/50 good and poor, the plot is trite...but none of that matters. The film making is so innovative and fresh and interesting that I gladly laid aside the fact that the narrative was sort of lame.

You're dropped into the middle of a story with no explanation and you either pick up the narrative and the characters or you don't. You're led through the entire movie by a handheld camera of a party-goer who is filming goodbye footage for a friend who's moving over seas and it never once lets up and gives you a moment's rest with a still cam. Not once. Brilliant. There's nothing like that outside art house theatres and I think it's awesome that this movie has such a wide release. NPR hated it and the reviewer pulled some ridiculously lame "burning buildings and New York being terrorized...too soon" crap.

I have a handful of dorky film maker friends who prattle on and on about the creature creation and forms and models and the tradition of monster movies with respect to the sanitized American approach and the true-to-form Japanese style and on and on and while I don't necessary follow their conversation with any personal investment, when I see King Kong and then I see Cloverfield, I completely understand the difference...and long live the Japanese monster movie, might I add.

Brokeback Mountain
I was as shocked as everyone to learn that Heath Ledger died. He was my age and it's so difficult to deal with the death of young people, let alone young people who are so talented and had so much of the world in front of them. There's never been a Heath Ledger movie I didn't enjoy, but last night I watched my favorite. You can't help but think of Michelle and Matilda Rose. It's so sad. He was such a gentle, beautiful person. Daniel Day-Lewis, speaking of, is quoted as saying that Heath inspired him to keep acting. Wow.