Thursday, April 16, 2009

This May Be My Andy Rooney Moment

So picture me with white hair and a cranky look on my face while you read this:

What's the deal with Twitter? Or let me rephrase: Will someone please, for the love of god, explain to me what there is to like about this website, because I am truly, madly, deeply uninspired. Every day this is all I hear about, it's on the news, it's all over facebook, but try as I might, I don't get it. And I've been on there for months.

Granted, myspace and facebook each took me a while to warm to. But not this long.

I have experimented with following only close friends. I have experimented with following news organizations and celebrities. I, who am a known fan of exclamation points, find PTwitty's use exclamation points alarming. I, who has an unhealthy interest in celebrities, am unmoved by the opportunity to know Ashton Kutcher or Spencer Pratt's every thought.

What am I missing?

A lot of times I don't understand the shorthand. And correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems like there's no rhyme or reason to the shorthand, like, everyone seems to have their own and you either get it or you don't. I have to say this too, and this may be just me, but it feels a wee bit like the cool kids party I'm not invited to. I'll give you that John Mayer has sort of a charming sense of humor, but what kind of relationship do we have where he gets to do all the talking? John Mayer and Demi Moore aren't going to answer my tweets. With all due respect, I can't even get Punky Brewster to answer my tweets, and she seems like a very sweet person.

If Lydia Davis and Deb Olin Unferth jump on board, maybe I'll be back. I think those gals make something out of that Twitter thing you kids are playing with these days. Meantime I'll grab my cane and stick with facebook until the next party comes along.

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

BEN TANZER MINI-INTERVIEW

Here’s a picture of Ben Tanzer:


And here’s a picture of his new book, Repetition Patterns:



Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, here’s a little chat I had recently with super funny, most excellent local writer Ben Tanzer, author of the novels Lucky Man (Manx Media, 2007) and Most Likely You Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine (Orange Alert Press, 2008) and the short story collection Repetition Patterns (CCLaP, 2008).

Hey Ben, how’s it going?

If I ignore the chronic pain in my arthritic right knee and my high cholesterol, my dwindling 401(k) and the sporadic bouts of impotence I have suffered ever since watching The Notebook, I would say that it’s going well. How are you?

The Notebook was probably where you went all wrong. I'm just fine, thanks! So, are you nervous?

Right now, at this moment? And do you mean because I am doing an interview or more specifically because I am doing one with you? I will assume it is not the latter, but I think I will say no. I mean yes, I am somewhat nervous about the Wham! reunion show we are hoping to do at Coachella. And I don’t care who you are, but you’re not going to tell me that an asteroid couldn’t hit the earth at like any time. Further, it is one thing to be wracked with paranoia on an ongoing basis, but the fact that I no longer have to imagine what it might look like to crash land into the Hudson River is unsettling to say the least. As a general state of being though, am I nervous, no not so much, and nothing like when I was in elementary school and my stomach hurt all the time. Was that just me?

Not just you. But for me it's not elementary school, it’s now. My fears about crashing into the Hudson, because I've always worried about that seeing as how the runways are so close to the water at LaGuardia, have actually been allayed just a tiny bit.

Tell me about your new book. I hear it involves our and David Sedaris’ mutual hometown, Binghamton, NY. (Even though I was technically born in Johnson City, but whatever.)
I would love to talk about the book and Binghamton, which I would add is also the hometown of Rod Serling, my third favorite Binghamtonian after you and David Sedaris, though to be honest he was probably my favorite Binghamtonian when I was kid, but only because I didn’t know you guys. Not that I know David Sedaris per se, though we met one time and it was quite moving. Well, for me anyway. By the way, I am a big fan of the Johnson City as well. It is the home of not just the Oakdale Mall, but the birthplace of the only blonde I have ever dated. She was the daughter of the wrestling coach there, and while he looked like a brick wall, and she wasn’t actually all that friendly, she looked amazing in her convertible when the top down and her hair was blowing in the wind.…Wait, what was your question a gain? Oh yes, the book.

So, the book, I had been reading a number of short story collections I really liked, including When The Messenger is Hot, which you may have heard of, but also Drown by Junot Diaz, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver, The Bridegroom by Ha Jin and the Collected Stories of Breece D’J Pancake among others, and I was struck by the fact that these are wonderful collections, by wonderful writers certainly, but that they also evoke a certain time and place, from story to story, a place you may not know, but is clearly defined as some place you now know intimately. I decided I wanted to try that as well and came up with a series of semi-interlinked stories intended to evoke Binghamton, or towns like it, in the early eighties. They all sort of got published separately, but Jason at CCLaP was interested in publishing a collection and I pitched the stories to him plus two other pieces, one I wrote later that I felt fit in with the original group, and one I just wanted him to read, the title story Repetition Patterns, that he saw as linking the other stories together. What he recognized is that while I had been aiming for time and place in these pieces, I had also come back to themes I have visited over time – fractured families, violence, substance abuse and the inability at times to make sense of the confusion these things cause in peoples’ lives over a lifetime.

Nice. My memories of Binghamton are limited to a couple of visits back there when I was older - I was a toddler when we left. But I look forward to having some traumatic memories of my fractured family after I read your book. Ever hear back from that Diane Lane?

No, which is killer to me. And it’s not that she could in any way replace or supplant you as the muse for my blog, or that I would say leave my wife or something if she asked me to, I say this of course just in case Debbie reads this, it’s just that like so many of the women I know that are my age and are certain John Cusack would be perfect for them just because they know he would be, I know Diane Lane and I would be perfect together as well. I mean look, she was in The Outsiders, so enough said. Now, what do I think us being perfect together means, I’m not sure really, but I am open to suggestions.

Explain Friday Night Lights to me, because I’m not sure I get it. I feel like when I see it, I should get it, except I don’t.

Wow, this is like explaining how to get The Basketball Diaries, The Ramones, Ecstasy or I don’t know, The Warriors. It is what it is, joy and madness, and being moved out of our protective bubbles to be transported to a world we sort of know, but forget is there as we pay bills and shop for groceries, go to work and lose our cell phone signals. It is relationships, the failure to communicate and our efforts to try and do so anyway even when we don’t quite have the skills or insight needed to be successful at it. It’s about disappointment, but laughter as well and the rare victories we sometime grab hold of amidst the chaos and messiness of day to day living. It’s about life. Well, and Connie Britton of course. Meanwhile, I don’t think this whole not getting it thing is about you, I really don’t. I blame society. Does that help?

I actually think I get The Warriors. I saw that when I was in H.S. in the middle of all the hooplah around it. I think I just don’t get FNL because of the football, which as you may know I also don't get. I met one of the cast members in Austin and he actually asked me if I was on his show! I wanted to say - Don't you know?

Is there anything else you want to tell me? About me, Diane Lane, or your new book?

Thank you for the time and support, it is much appreciated. If you see Diane Lane, please stress that at worst I am fan boy, but my intentions albeit muddled, are true and pure. And the book, I want people to read it and let me know what they think, and if they like it maybe they can let their friends know about it. And maybe if they haven’t read either of my novels, gratuitous plug coming, Lucky Man (Manx Media, 2007) and Most Likely You Go Your Way and I’ll Go Mine (Orange Alert Press, 2008), they will read those as well and then let me know what they think of them too, and soon we will all be interacting and it will be nice, very nice. Cool?

Cool.

Ben also wants you to know that he compulsively blogs at This Blog Will Change Your Life, the center of his vast, albeit faux media empire and oversees This Zine Will Change Your Life which he thinks you should read and link with.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Naked City




Woke up at 3 am last night and came into the living room and found this program and had to stay up to watch the whole thing... I'm sure some of you have seen this or heard of it, but I had only the vaguest memory of hearing about it - anyway - by the look of it I figured it was very early 60s New York, black and white, and this episode featured Diahnn Carroll as a teacher for the blind or sight-impaired who takes a small group of her students on a city bus and then one of them runs off the bus, loses his glasses, and is lost in the city for the rest of the day. I didn't really know what to expect - it kind of looked like a cross between Dragnet and The Twilight Zone - but the location footage of NY was actually incredible; in this episode they went everywhere from the lower east side to Bethesda Fountain to the Brooklyn Bridge and into Brooklyn and gave you such a sharp sense of the landscape at that time. (Which was slightly before mine, I didn't arrive there until 67.) You could see Jewish delis, bakeries, bars, vegetable markets - and huge piles of rubble and dirt down along the east river - it's hard to think of any parcel of land in NY that's not built on at this point, but it reminded me so much of my childhood when things were a little rougher and darker than they are now. And to boot - this episode, anyway, was incredibly thoughtful - it wasn't so much a cop show as it was a really (really circa 1961) introspective drama - the teacher doubts her methods because she believes they can become independent until this kid gets lost - and then in the end he finds his way home because she had taught him he could. Another interesting detail that was only just dealt with under the surface was the issue of race - her boss is talking to her about it at one point and he's extremely empathetic but in so many words tells her that if this kid isn't found, she's going to be 'held more accountable' - and says something like 'you know what I mean?' Anyway, I can't be getting up at 4 am every night but I really want to see more of this show.

Plus Diahnn Carroll is wearing a really smart suit and looks totally fabulous through the whole ordeal. I tried to find a photo but no luck.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Shortest Conversation Ever In Which Both Parties Knew What the Other Was Talking About

Me: Yeah.
Ben: Yeah.

Alright, admittedly there was a slight bit of context. We were driving up Division Street past where Leo's Lunchroom used to be, and we'd driven past it about a week earlier, when I commented that I wondered if it was now part of Bob San.

Nevertheless, it made us laugh for about five minutes straight, and we decided to communicate like this from herein.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

51 Birch Street


So, this mindblowing documentary is about a fifty-year marriage, and if you haven’t seen it, queue it up now, see it, and then come back and read this, cause I’m gonna spoil this too.



It’s a subject I have become really fascinated by ever since I got married – go figure – although you might think I’d have thought about it more deeply before, given that my folks were divorced, and I waited so long to get married. I mean, that wasn’t by accident. I knew I wanted to try to get it right if I was going to do it. But it wasn’t like I was mired in contemplation about my parents’ marriage, or either of their subsequent ones to any great extent. Probably just to the usual extent. Anyway. This guy starts out just by trying to document his parents and his family and then his mom dies, while he’s still making the film, and the father remarries very quickly (there should be an investigative documentary on this subject alone, I say) and slowly, more gets revealed about their history, and as he comes to think his father may have cheated with his new wife many years before, he discovers his mom’s extensive diaries, and it turns out she had been unfaithful, but that really, that was just one small thing, that she had profound feelings of unhappiness in her marriage, in her life, and all this stuff, and but, then in the end, it turns out that the father and his new wife are actually really in love, for the first time, and somehow all this ends up bringing the father and the son closer together, in letting all these secrets out.

For me, it just brings up, again, the central questions of – why do we do this marriage thing – when the odds are as low as they say they are – and how do we do this marriage thing, and what makes a marriage a good marriage or not a good marriage – are these questions all entirely individual? Or are there any universal truths? Are there cultural truths about it? You’d think I might write some fiction about this – and maybe I will – but I’m still figuring out what the questions are. Would love to hear what all y’all think about it, married, divorced, remarried, divorced parents, whatever. Maybe you can help me figure it out.

Bye, The Wire

Ben and I watched the last episode of The Wire last night. Oh, man. That was some good shit. Spoilers ahead, if you haven’t seen the whole series yet. Really amazing how they wove in all the storylines, and wrapped them up without it being all neat. And so perfect that in the end, they sort of show a sequence where it’s pretty clear that everything will more or less go on as always, in the form of different people and places maybe, but more or less the same. The whole last season, all I really wanted was that Bubbles would get clean, stay clean, and come up out of the basement, so needless to say I’m happy. And as much as I hoped Du’Quan would have a chance, I thought it was perfect that he sort of – took Bubbles place, if you will. I was totally bummed about Omar, and the worst part of that was that I actually saw that one episode out of order, before we’d started watching this season on DVD, at a friend’s house. I don’t know how any of you read this, but I actually thought the end for McNulty was kind of perfect, like, maybe if he weren’t a cop he and Beadie could have a chance. Anyway, goodbye, The Wire, it was great.

Omar.

Bubbles before.

Bubbles after.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

More Awesomeness

So stoked that I figured out how to post this over here. This is my buddy Kacy Crowley (you need her record Cave) singing with the African Children's Choir the other night. We were there, and these kids were amazing, sparkling little lights. Try not to cry. I doubt it's possible.


Kacy with African Children's choir

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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

November 4, 2008

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I was not in Chicago for this, but Ben was in Grant Park that night, lucky! Anyway, you've seen a lot of the footage from the park that night, but he took this in the street, after everyone was leaving the park. Still cheering. Pretty rad. But actually, I'm still cheering now.

No Wonder Cardigans Are So Hard to Come By Lately

Okay, I am LOVING Mad Men for like sixteen different reasons, not the least of which is the wardrobe. Many of you know my obsession with vintage cardies, the truly special ones of which were increasingly hard to come by even before this show came on. I'll try not to cry too much, because the show is totally worth it. But if you see me repeating the same ones for a while, we can all blame Mad Men. Anyway, I have always loved the clothes of this era, although watching this show makes me really, really glad to be a woman in 2008 who can have the best of the clothes, without the foundation garments or the sexual harassment or the inequality.

NOTE: I have just finished watching Season One on DVD so if you lucky people have cable and you've seen Season Two, DO NOT TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS or I will come out in my nightie and shoot you with a BB gun.




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Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Greatest. Thing. Ever.

The words I saw on my tv screen last night: President Elect Barack Obama.