Monthly Archives: February 2010

February Briefing

Sleep peels.  Smile at the chimera.  This morning I dreamed I found a black and white puppy–looked like an oreo cookie.  He was quiet, didn’t smell, didn’t slobber.  I wanted to keep him.  I was going to keep him, but an intense anxiety washed over me and I knew I couldn’t keep him.  So I put him back where I found him.*

I shall plod on with my sports(movies) contemplations after the Vancolympics have ended.  In the mean time, I’d like to do my bloggerly duty and call your attention to three noteworthy entries from new and old blogging friends.

Kevmoore from Cafe Crem on Austin, Texas.

Kansas Mediocrity and postcards NOT from the edge.

The Bearded Guy from dmzsports with 5 Canadian bucks.

Do you like sports? Do you like basketball? Do you like college basketball? Do you like Georgia Tech basketball?  If you answered “yes” to at least two of those questions, you may enjoy the chat I had with a friend and GT alum:

Friend: hey. do you see anything wrong with these tweets?
http://twitter.com/GTCoachHewitt
most fans are upset with his tweets, they think he is calling out the fanbase.
i don’t see anything wrong with them, he’s just trying to garner support.

me: I don’t see why it should mean anything to anyone who doesn’t cheer for GT basketball.
Friend: me neither! but the fanbase is tearing him apart because of it.
me: He might as well be saying “oh yeah, don’t forget to buy milk” or “don’t forget to bring 5 canned goods” or “don’t forget to come 30 minutes early.”

Friend: This made the AJC! in TWO separate articles!

http://blogs.ajc.com/georgia-tech-sports/2010/02/25/hewitt-tweets-about-fans-critics/?cxntfid=blogs_georgia_tech_sports
http://blogs.ajc.com/mark-bradley-blog/2010/02/25/a-word-of-advice-for-techs-hewitt-coach-more-tweet-less/

Well I am ticked off at the fans who are making a big deal of the coach trying to drum up support.  They are the reason this is plastered on ajc.com now, although mark bradley is outright criticizing coach hewitt.

me: there seems to be a disconnect btwn his intentions and the critical fans, as well as a chicken-and-the-egg situation.
“we’d support a team that at least won x number of games”
“they’d play better if they at least saw unanimous support”
Friend: I wonder if hewitt is going to stop using twitter after all this
me: One of two scenarios (or maybe two of two scenarios)
1. Coach didnt know the scope of his following. Sure, he can see how many people are following him but how active are the followers?
2. GT basketball wanted to stir up any kind of noise? good or bad?
2.5. Coach has lost a lot of confidence in his own abilities, his players abilities, or both and wanted to orchestrate a situation that would make a voluntary resignation the shortest route to an outcome? Flat out quitting would be too cowardly.

*I watched a few YT videos of baby pandas last night (possible explanation for the color of the puppy).

Off Topic: Today’s Verse 37

Leave my heart behind
sprinkle all the parts into coils
edges so jagged they cannot be mended

Doesn’t it just break you?
the way I’ve changed for your better
hardened so you can feel safer
perfect, zoned kill
your enemies retreat by the car-loads

Leave my heart behind
bury all the parts in a ditch
edges so dark they cannot be seen

Doesn’t it just break you?
the way my mind splinters for your better
disassociated so you can feel superior
tucked, the luxury of your will
your enemies chased down the river

Leave my heart behind
in the grip that suffocates the cradle
a voice so parched it cannot be heard

Doesn’t it just break you?
the way I’ve withered for your better
prosecuted without cause on your dollar
cornered, pity pours

Leave my heart behind
tear at me no more

–yiqi 21 Feb 2010 8:38 PM

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The above poem was inspired by Kathy Dobie’s article “The Few, the Proud, the Broken” from the March 2010 issue of GQ magazine available at newsstands now. Another recommended read (and purchase):

Last year, a record number of active-duty Marines–fifty-two–killed themselves, many were shattered by the war and what they’d seen, prisoners of a macho culture that too often ridicules PTSD. Now, back from battle but still struggling to survive, three former Marines are doing what they do best: band together. Kathy Dobie embeds on the home front.

Ebok

Originally posted here.

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I won’t let you crawl into the wall and sleep your fear away.   You must understand that peace will only come when you drop the reigns of responsibility you had no authority to untie.  You’re allowed to fall apart, you need to feel your soul severing.  Recognize the pain hurts, that it doesn’t just lurk in the periphery of your waking life, only then can you excise it.


Ice Skating in the 90s

I was nuts about figure skating when Bill Clinton had just started his first term as President of the United States of America. That same year, a few months after the Winter Olympics in Lillehammer, Norway, I was lucky enough to watch champion ice skaters perform at the Omni.

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Can you match the ice skater with his or her signature?

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Speaking of this sport, read illume at eight’s entry on Asians on Ice.

Hover Topic: Orchid hands

She woke up with eyes that saw only red.  Every sign was a stop, every light was no go.  She tore open the skin of my ankle bone.  Racing just as fast as I could.  Not withstand the beat of the rum.  Rum makes the machines go wildly affable.  Laughable.  She stuck the pin in my best throw triple salchow.

And it hardly seems fairWhere is common sense hidingHaven’t we heard this story before?

Couldn’t she just promise to color and filet, in quickness and in stealth, for merchants and moors till wealth drew us far?

I’d win a hundred gold medals for her.  No bronze for her make-up case.  She’s allergic to silver.

Off Topic: A Dare you’re supposed to be

In a world where cell phones were not smart, when the New York City skyline had just lost two iconic parallels, and Peter Jennings and Paul Newman’s presence still graced media outlets, I met an aspiring filmmaker named Adam Salky in college.  He was two years ahead of me, and though we never got to be close friends, we’d kept in touch over the years.  He’s done some amazing things with his life post-bachelor’s degree, one of which is a film called Dare (2009). Based on a short film that he and a film school classmate made, it takes an observant seat in the nebulous and fickle world of teenage self-identity.

From the scholastically inclined to the quietly amiable to the ostensibly heteronormative, Alexa (Emmy Rossum), Ben (Ashley Springer), and Johnny (Zach Gilford) lead a pretty predictable high school existence.  Like the majority of films that dig into the ways in which characters see and define themselves, Dare does not allow its three nubile players to cling to the safety of a planned out life.  A senior year that could’ve come and gone without too much drama becomes texturally mind-altering when harsh criticism (delivered by the terrifically acerbic Alan Cumming) pushes Alexa’s meek exterior to slough off, unveiling new desires and temperaments.  Ben does not share his childhood friend’s enthusiasm for such awakenings…not until he is able to empathize with Alexa.  The prize of both of their eyes: Johnny.

I shan’t be discussing any more plot details, but I would like to toss around a few reactions I had as I was watching the film.  Dare devotes a section to each of three main characters (each portion accompanied by subtly different camerawork).  Ben’s story was my favorite.  While I thought it was appropriate–perfect even–that the film begins and ends with the question of Alexa’s identity, there were times in the first half of the film where I wasn’t sufficiently convinced that her personality could be so changed.  She didn’t switch from ugly brain to pretty brain.  She went from nonsexual-geeky-garbed-but-still-pretty-brain to sexual-sociable-pretty-brain.  Transforming on two levels might be too much.  The final scene, however, silenced my skepticism.  How much coloring outside the lines or tuning in to alternative wavelengths can one really do for good?  Are any of these characters as different as their last year of high school would have them remember?  Could Alexa, Ben, and Johnny live happily ever after if only she were willing to reach out one more notch?

If I were to place Dare into a group of like-spirited films, I’d put it next to Better Luck Tomorrow (Justin Lin, 2002), Down in the Valley (David Jacobson, 2005), and Cake Eaters (Mary Stuart Masterson, 2007).  These films examine a complementary range of themes and emotions and invest in what characters feel in addition to what they think.  Composition is key in this aspect and Salky gets it right nearly every time.

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Two of Switchfoot’s songs kept playing in my head as I watched Salky’s film.  This one is the obvious selection; the other one is equally, if not more, applicable.

They tell you where you need to go
They tell you when you’ll need to leave
They tell you what you need to know
They tell you who you need to be

But everything inside you know
There’s more than what you’ve heard
There’s so much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words

And you’re on fire
When He’s near you
You’re on fire
When He speaks
You’re on fire
Burning at these mysteries

Give me one more time around
Give me one more chance to see
Give me everything You are
Give me one more chance to be… (near You)

Cause everything inside me looks like
Everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I’ll take

When I’m on fire
When You’re near me
I’m on fire
When You speak
And I’m on fire
Burning at these mysteries
These mysteries…

I’m standing on the edge of me [x3]
I’m standing on the edge of everything I’ve never been before.
And i’ve been standing on the edge of me
Standing on the edge

And I’m on fire
When You’re near me
I’m on fire
When You speak
(Yea) I’m on fire
Burning at these mysteries… these mysteries… these mysteries
Ah you’re the mystery
You’re the mystery

Pix creds: IMDB

Netflix or Amazon my friend’s film!  Read my Film Threat review of Dare.