Lots of new (shortish) content at http://holwerdaeveryday.tumblr.com - I’m bulking up my end-of year collection by about a hundred pages.
Oh he hopped out.
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Are you guys as stoked as I am?
Brought to my attention by J. Berezin.
Can I hack it so I can write things longer than 140 characters and send them to places other than Twitter? If not, no thanks. Too many of these “only does one thing” machines on the market already.
Moonsterpiece
Just watched Duncan Jones’ Moon starring Sam Rockwell.
Whoa.
Easily my favorite movie of the year.
“But when Champagne arrived, we pulled our heads off each others’ shoulders, same height we were, and her mouth was upon me, a black hole approaching. Our teeth clicked at each other, and she breathed into me. There was so much moisture! I found myself flying quickly around her mouth, a bat scanning the walls. As food stuck between molars makes explorers of tongues, the tongue becoming topographer and ever canker sore a ridge of saw-toothed mountains, so did my tongue become the mapmaking conquistador of Mary-Kate’s dark wet mouth. I knew its crevices, its stalactites and stalagmites, the smooth runs of the tops of her flat back teeth. I fought for dominion wit her tongue, which probed my mouth while guarding her own. After thirty seconds, having explored her mouth’s offered worlds, I want farther and soon could feel the extremities of her brain, could tickle its smooth underside. I scuttled around the back of her skull, was pinballing between cartilage and capillary, then up again, devouring and searching, her eyes like marbles in my mouth. That reminded me: I opened my lids to see if hers were open too but they were not, they were closed but just barely, lips resting softly atop mine, and so I closed my lids too and went farther into her, into her center, and there, finally, I found her landscape. It was dark where she was and I could see almost nothing, doubted what I knew, but I did make out her winding river, a thin and clear one, warm from the day’s sun, and then her cluster of a dozen or so small hills, and at their base was her tall white home, clean and fair in the spotlight of a three-quarter moon, illuminated within by a hundred tall thin candles.”
— Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity
Good Morning Saturday! Currently listening…..
I’m going to take this opportunity to write my review on the film, here on this post.
The fact I had a chance to see this film at a real live movie theatre is a triumph all by itself. My wife and I don’t get out to the movie theatre very often. It was a pleasure to cuddle up and watch this film together.
Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak had a huge affect on me as a child, as I image it did for most. Spike Jones did something with this movie I thought never could be done, keep the film true to the book. It’s a work of art really to be able to capture in a film the same emotions and feelings you had while reading the book. He brought these costumed creatures to life. I never once thought an actor in a suit. Max Records is perfect. Karen O’s music is thrilling. James Gandolfini as Carol is heart stopping.
I loved the film. It’s not a movie for young children, unless you like waking up to your child having nightmares. I can’t wait till I get the chance to watch the film with Ayla. She’s read the book with us a dozen times, to have the film make the book more real for her will be a joy to watch.
I’ve heard over and over in different places by different people (all adults, mind you) that this is not a film for young children. That the themes are too dark, that it’s nightmare-inducing, and that parents should think twice before bringing their kids along to the movies.
I just want to say that I don’t think this is true. When I was three or four I watched the Neverending Story, which was about a group of strange looking monsters and a pair of little boys who ran from something called the Nothing as it ate up the world. In the midst of all this, a horse gets sucked into the mud, a scary wolf thing tries to kill and eat Atreyu, and the rock monster (I believe, I can’t remember for sure) stops trying to run away and lets himself get eaten by the Nothing. This is widely accepted as a kid’s film. Some others? The Dark Crystal, E.T., The Wizard of Oz - I hope you can see what I’m getting at here.
What, in Where the Wild Things Are, isn’t for children? There’s no blood, there’s no swearing, no sex, no death (I mean, there’s bones, but no death).
I think the response, “This film isn’t for children,” is based heavily on the fact that it seems (to those of us who are adults) like a film for adults. It might be a matter of perspective - since it’s deep and meaningful for you, it can’t possibly be for children too.
Has anyone asked a kid?
Wilson it is. +1,000,000 Internets to Caroline and Kawaa!
You’re both very pretty.
Any guesses so far? This is only part of the ensemble.
Some (Biggish) News
I’ve been fairly tight-lipped on this topic recently, and it’s because I wanted to make sure I told people first before mass-announcing.
The Change Companies, a publisher in Carson City, Nevada, offered me a position with them as a writer/designer this week. They flew me out for an interview, and so I spent parts of Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday interacting with them.
I’m taking the job. I start in the first half of November, so that means I’ll be moving to Nevada within the next few weeks.
It’s a big change, and I’m still kind of in shock about the whole thing, but I’m also really excited. Wish me luck!
Getting started with some fantasy stalwarts. Stalwarts? What does that mean?
I get it. Not really a predicament.
iPhone it is.
Please Advise.
I’m in the market for a new phone.
It’s either going to be an iPhone or a Palm Pre. What I want to know is - well, which one is better for what I’m going to be using it?
Right now it’s like the decision I went through at age 12 - do I buy a Playstation, because it’s been around and has a lot more games, or do I get an N64 because the hardware has more capabilities?
The Pre is the N64. Not that the graphics are better, but there is a full keyboard and a lot of the same functionality is there. Trouble is, iPhone has all the apps and it’s guaranteed to survive. I might not be able to do a lot of writing on-the-go, but I might get more out of it in the long run.
Help?
Wild
I went to go see Where the Wild Things Are today at 1:45 at my local theater.
I’m not a WTWTA fanboy, and though my mom tells me I loved the book, when I was growing up I remember appreciating the story for what it was and not much more. When I was a kid, I didn’t relate to rebelliousness. I wasn’t starved for attention. The character of Max wasn’t really my kind of protagonist. And while it was cool that a forest grew in a kid’s room and he sails to a distant land (in and out of days) where he finds this group of things roaring and gnashing their teeth, I felt like there could have been more than just three or four pages of the things engaged in various activities until Max sends them off to bed without supper and decides he wants to go home. For all the ruckus about the wild things, I thought, when it comes down to it they’re really rather boring and not a satisfying escape at all. Even as a little kid I was critiquing stories.
The movie changes all that. The film, rather, written by Spike Jonze and Dave Eggers, turns that part of the story, the escape - into a meaty world and gives these previously unnamed and uncharacterized “wild things” names and personalities. The foremost of these is Carol (a dude), who is the largest and roundest of them all, as well as the most temperamental. Carol acts as a reflection of Max’s more base emotions, and it’s through this lens that we start to see all of the other wild things as children themselves.
The creatures are believable - not believable looking, but believable. The relationships are real. The conflicts are ongoing and lifelike. And it seems we, as viewers, are always given some reason to fear for Max. These creatures aren’t always so friendly, and even friendships aren’t sacred. There’s an ominous undercurrent throughout the whole film, especially regarding these beasts and their island. Yet you, as Max does, start to love them unconditionally.
I really enjoyed this film. I cried at the end. Twice. I think you become aware of how much a thing touches you when someone else is dissimilarly effected. For example:
Walking out of the theater a young couple with two little girls were ahead of me.
“It was really good,” the little girl said.
“It was better when it was over,” the father said. He hurried outside to make a phone call.
I didn’t think well of the man.
