January 19, 2009

Bits and Bobs

Well, I've been sick since wednesday, which means that I have spent the last 5 days on my couch watching movies. It's been great--not relaxing, because my body was too buys fighting a fever--but great to not do anything.

Of course I've missed you all. Posting will be sporadic at best this week, because tomorrow is off (something is happening here), and then there is the busyness of getting back to work, and, on thursday the March for Life, marking the 36th anniversary of the legalization of Abortion. This will be an interesting march, given the proximity to the inauguration. If I have an cogent thoughts, I'll share them with you. Promise.

Meanwhile, I added some new links, including a section dedicated to the "News & Magazines" that is read or subscribe to.


--Andrew Wyeth passed away. Mr. Teachout suggests that it is too early to tell if his work will stand the test of time, or if he is riding too much on popularity. I don't know enough about him to say, but I do love Wyeth's more obscure work. It reminds me of the cold landscapes my Grandmother (also a Pennsylvanian) paints. Which, from an art critic's point of view, is perhaps the problem.

--Since famous deaths seem to come in threes, Ricardo Montalban and Patrick McGoohan also passed away last week. If you don't know who they are you are missing out.

--While I was sick we watched The Dark Knight; if it weren't for Heath Ledger as the Joker that movie would have been almost as bad as the 2nd Michael Keaton Batman. Ledger was amazing and terrifying, of course. Still, I wasn't blown away--perhaps it was just a little too extreme and I had to suspend my disbelief a little too far. Batman was rather wooden throughout, but I'm excited for the setup of him as the scapegoat. Still, they've gone through the two best villans in one movie, so I don't know what the third film will bring. Gyllenhal was better than Holmes (is this hard) but still wrong for the part; the soundtrack was worse than fingernails on a chalkboard. And Morgan Freeman, as usual, kicks some serious ass, while dear old Michael Caine adds some much needed light humor.

--By a happy coincidence I have watched three Cary Grant films this weekend: To Catch a Thief, Arsenic and Old Lace, and North by Northwest. Turns out it was his brithday yesterday. Don't you just love that picture of him above?

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