I try to visit this site once a month or so because it has great trailers way before you can see them anywhere else. I highly suggest you spend an evening or two watching some trailers. It is the best part of going to the theater.
Here's some movies I hope to see this summer but will probably have to wait for them to come out on DVD.
Indiana Jones & The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
The Fall
Vier Minuten
Pineapple Express
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I Smell Heaven's Bakery
I haven't really laughed at fart jokes since I was like 11 but this just gets me every time. I saw it about three years ago and for some reason woke up this morning thinking "Whatever happened to that farting preacher?". The snippets from 1:10 to 1:28 kill me. I must've watched that like twenty times. This guys face is a masterpiece. Fran was crying.
Ooooooh Hallelujah!
Amen indeed.
Ooooooh Hallelujah!
Amen indeed.
Monday, April 28, 2008
A Quick Camp & I Am Sore
Another Cadet camp has come and gone. Best camp I've been to in a few years. Tons of kids, tons of staff, good roast beef, and it went by nice and quick. Helps when I'm only 90 minutes from home. My birthday fell on the Friday night portion of rehearsal, like it always seems to, but this year, thanks to internet networking like facebook, everyone in their mother knew, so the barrage of well wishers was overwhelming, but sweet. April even took me out to dinner & wrote me a touching card. Bennigan's hamburger pita may very well be the best gift birthday gift I ever got.
Lots of staffers for an audition weekend, but that was kinda fun. Old timers like me, Greg, Emma & Curtis who have the amazing ability to be M.I.A. for 8 months and pick up like it was the day after DCI. April back in the driver seat, baby bump and all, Daniel coming back and reviving his rightful position at my side, Brian making it seem all too easy to make the leap from member to teacher, and newcomers Rory & Michael rounded out the biggest staff turnout for an audition in my recent memory. And we were missing Michelle & Eric!
Daniel in a rare moment of personal reflection
Michael in a not-so-rare moment of deep sleep
We were talking trash, I'm sure
I don't exactly know what was going on here
This jacket matches my new shoes all too perfectly
Baby bump
Another camp in two weeks. I'll try and get better shots.
Lots of staffers for an audition weekend, but that was kinda fun. Old timers like me, Greg, Emma & Curtis who have the amazing ability to be M.I.A. for 8 months and pick up like it was the day after DCI. April back in the driver seat, baby bump and all, Daniel coming back and reviving his rightful position at my side, Brian making it seem all too easy to make the leap from member to teacher, and newcomers Rory & Michael rounded out the biggest staff turnout for an audition in my recent memory. And we were missing Michelle & Eric!
Daniel in a rare moment of personal reflection
Michael in a not-so-rare moment of deep sleep
We were talking trash, I'm sure
I don't exactly know what was going on here
This jacket matches my new shoes all too perfectly
Baby bump
Another camp in two weeks. I'll try and get better shots.
Mixtape> 4.13/08 thru 4.27/08
- Archer Prewitt - Way Of The Sun
- Swan Lake - A Venue Called Rubella
- Bowerbirds - Hooves
- Mystery Jets - Half In Love With Elizabeth
- Devendra Banhart - Samba Vexillographica
- These New Puritans - Navigate/Colours
- Tom Waits - Walking Spanish
- Soft - You Make Me Wanna Die
- Q And Not U - O'No
- Superchunk - Animated Airplanes Over Germany
- Black Kids - Love Me Already
- The Mountian Goats - Autoclave
- Sonic Youth - Unmade Bed
- Wilco - Say You Miss Me
- Caesars - It's Not The Fall That Hurts
- Menomena - Trigga Hiccups
- Say Hi - Bluetime
- The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist
- Flotation Toy Warning - Happiness Is On The Outside
- Bloc Party - Uniform
- Radiohead - Thinking About You
- Wilderness - Fly Further To See
- Frog Eyes - The Akhian Press
So I've decided, in interest of recent schedule conflicts, not to force a mix every Sunday but rather post one whenever I freakin' feel like it. Don't matter. This is the part of the blog you always skip past. Too bad. This is another doozy.
Friday, April 25, 2008
I'm 30! I'm A Man!
Today's my birthday. I am 30 now and have decided that I would take it upon myself to bestow unto you some words of wisdom. Take them to heart.
"Take one step at a time, because if you don't you'll be like hopping around and people get real tired that way"
"Never eat fruit off a rhino's horn because it is dangerous and disgusting"
"Marry for money and not for love because love farts in bed and changes the channel in the bottom of the 9th"
"It is pointless to leave a trail of breadcrumbs because what happens if you get to where you're going and then you're hungry. You end up having to follow those breadcrumbs all the way back and then you're back where you started. You should've just stayed there, eaten the bread and saved everyone a whole lot of time."
"I feel that no one should really go anywhere without a little confetti."
"Ducks love Sun Chips"
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Biking The Boardwalk
"What a beautiful day for a bike ride!" were the first words out of my mouth this morning. I rustled Francis so we could get an early start and after a brief wrestling match while attaching a bike rack to the back of our car, we were off for the boardwalk.
Our starting point was Avon By The Sea, and from there we headed north, all the way past Bradley Beach, Ocean Grove, Asbury Park, Loch Arbour, Allenhurst, and into Deal. We toured sideroads with some amazing looking houses, even if we didn't feel entirely welcome, and stopped outside the Asbury Convention Hall for sandwiches. We headed back to Avon but didn't feel like stopping, so we went south. Thru Belmar, Lake Como and into Spring Lake Heights. Now we were starting to feel it. By the time we got back to the car again we had rode about 16 miles. Not bad for a beautiful day.
What does Fran have to say about today's adventure?...
Also, since we both got extreme sunburns and needed mass quantities of aloe she adds...
That's a bit of a stretch hun, but I'll give it to you.
Our starting point was Avon By The Sea, and from there we headed north, all the way past Bradley Beach, Ocean Grove, Asbury Park, Loch Arbour, Allenhurst, and into Deal. We toured sideroads with some amazing looking houses, even if we didn't feel entirely welcome, and stopped outside the Asbury Convention Hall for sandwiches. We headed back to Avon but didn't feel like stopping, so we went south. Thru Belmar, Lake Como and into Spring Lake Heights. Now we were starting to feel it. By the time we got back to the car again we had rode about 16 miles. Not bad for a beautiful day.
What does Fran have to say about today's adventure?...
"My butt hurts"
Also, since we both got extreme sunburns and needed mass quantities of aloe she adds...
"I'm having an aloe-body experience"
That's a bit of a stretch hun, but I'll give it to you.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
2008 NBA Playoffs
I know it's already a couple games into the playoffs but I made this up the other day and never posted it. And it's always fun to look back and see how terrible I am at predicting these things. But look how pretty it is with the Lakers & Celtics dropping into the finals. It just looks natural.
Horry Kow!
Two games in 20 hours. Let's see if the Mets can come away with at least one. Figueroa against Ted Lilly. A new ace against and ex-ace. I found myself not hating the Cubs quite as much last night, regardless of Zambrano pitching, and apparently both Chicago teams are atop of their divisions so...good for them. Enjoy it. Because they ain't winning no World Series. It would be too storybook and that stuff just doesn't happen. 
And how about these "Horry Kow" t-shirts that vendors are selling outside of Wrigley. For those who don't know, Harry Caray was the beloved sports announcer for the Cubs who is somewhat responsible for everyone singing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" during the seventh innning stretch and most famous for his bellowed "Holy Cow!" during big moments of a game. So this t-shirt is a mixture of honoring Harry Caray and the excitement over the new Japanese right fielder Kosuke Fukudome, who found the design less than hilarious... ''I don't know what the creator of the shirt meant this to be, but they should make it right. Maybe the creator created it because he thought it was funny, or maybe he made it to condescend the race. I don't know.''
Monday, April 21, 2008
DayTrip to NYC for Only $75
Some say it couldn't be done, but in interest of squeezing tight our purse strings, possibly for a larger & more significant future purchase, we spent the day in NYC with only a budget of $75 to spend. Read on to see if we accomplished our goal.
The day started a little late (Fran likes to sleep late when she can, and who am I to tell her she can't) so we arrived at the Metropark train station close to noon and just made the 12:11 train into Penn Station.
Total spent on train tickets - $16
We headed out the 8th Ave exit and took a turn down 41st to scout the theater we'd be heading to later on this evening. Continued straight down 41st which dead ends into one of our favorites, Bryant Park. Flowers were in bloom, fountains were overflowing and the park was full of bookworms and coffee-sipping conversationalists, not to mention the odd game of grey ball vs green ball going on. We're not sure what that was all about but the odds didn't seem fair.
Total spent in Bryant Park - $0
We headed toward the rear of the park where the infamous New York Public Library stands, and where we had previously caught a glimpse of Sarah Jessica Parker filming something for an upcoming film. Nothing quite as crowd-inducing this time so we decided to actually enter the library and see what we could see.
Total spent in the New York Public Library - $0
Heading up 5th Avenue may have been the days only mistake because everyone in their mother was out shopping at all the cities finest boutiques, but it gave us the opportunity to pass by St. Patrick's Cathedral and stop in to catch part of a service and take in the startling architecture of the interior. And I almost lost my Expos cap.
Total spent at St. Pats - $0
Our destination at the time was the Park, but we couldn't resist the little kids in us when we passed by FAO Schwartz.
Total spent in FAO Schwartz - $0 (regrettably)
It has been in my mind for quite some time that someday I'd walk the full length of Central Park. I'm sure no big accomplishment to New Yorkers but it seems everytime I head in that I don't get very far til I'm heading back out. So this time, with lots of time to kill and nothing but 843 acres to explore, we started off slowly and took our time. Highlights included flowers fresh in bloom, inline skaters on obstacle courses, a rather intense softball game, Kwanzan & Yoshino cherry trees, King Władysław II Jagiełło, secluded nature trails, the Loch, napping atop a mountain overlooking Harlem Meer, the Conservatory Garden, and the worst street performance we have ever seen (check the video).
Total spent in Central park - $0
So, here we were. 5:15 in the afternoon and hardly spent a dime. But we were hungry and way up on 110th with under two hours til curtain time so we had to take drastic measures. We attempted to make the walk back into midtown and made it as far back as 85th til Fran finally did some math in her head and realized how much further we had to go and suggested that these yellow cabs were looking delicious. Our feet were pretty sore considering we just walked 30 blocks to the Park and then zigzagged across the other 50. We must've walked almost 20 miles by this point. So a cab we hailed.
Total spent returning to midtown - $15
Our cab driver dropped us into the belly of the beast, on 46th & Broadway as all the matinees were letting out and the chain restaurants became the hottest of hot spots. We managed to wade our way thru a sea of skygazers and like an oasis in the Sahara we spotted the Yoshinoya and we knew we had arrived. Beef bowls were in our future. Hold the ginger on Frans. Extra ginger for me.
Total spent at Yoshinoya - $14.86
From here we could sit tight. Still 45 minutes from curtain and we were only a block away. A quick stop-off for some Junior Mints & Milk Duds was necessary.
Total spent at Duane Reade - $3.24
We got to the front of the Nederlander Theater as it started to rain and they shortly thereafter opened the doors. We were seated near the back of the mezzanine but in such a small theater there are no bad seats. Pre-show entertainment included a large group of school teens maniacally trying to reorder their seating assignments to adequately befit their cliques and cults. It was an equation MIT could've spent a semester or more solving. That and avoiding the he/she adidas monster, which in the long run was fruitless and will remain unexplained. The show began abruptly and to be honest, got off a bit of a rough start with some off notes and the energy not quite at %100, but by the time the company came out for the "Life Support" scene, things had really taken off. Fran enjoyed herself thoroughly, as did I.
Total spent at Rent - $0
On a bit if a high (all that "no day but today stuff") we practially sprinted to Penn Station and not a bit too soon. With just enough time to purchase tickets & grab some juice (we were parched) we hopped on the 10:03 express to Metropark and life was good.
Total spent at Penn Station - $16 (train tickets) + $4.85 (juice)
Of course things can't always be perfect because when we arrived at the parking deck at Metropark the card machines were down and that is all we had to pay for parking. Long story short, we had to wait around for the manager to come fix the problem but at least it was entertaining because some customers were having quite the hissy fit, including the aforementioned "adidas monster" who was apparently stalking us. He/she was steamed and was ready to call the police. I wish it had. But things quickly settled and we were allowed to exit.
Total spent parking - $5
Grand Total spent - $74.95
Are we good or what?
Anybody wanna nickel?
-thanks Dani
The day started a little late (Fran likes to sleep late when she can, and who am I to tell her she can't) so we arrived at the Metropark train station close to noon and just made the 12:11 train into Penn Station.
Total spent on train tickets - $16
We headed out the 8th Ave exit and took a turn down 41st to scout the theater we'd be heading to later on this evening. Continued straight down 41st which dead ends into one of our favorites, Bryant Park. Flowers were in bloom, fountains were overflowing and the park was full of bookworms and coffee-sipping conversationalists, not to mention the odd game of grey ball vs green ball going on. We're not sure what that was all about but the odds didn't seem fair.
Total spent in Bryant Park - $0
We headed toward the rear of the park where the infamous New York Public Library stands, and where we had previously caught a glimpse of Sarah Jessica Parker filming something for an upcoming film. Nothing quite as crowd-inducing this time so we decided to actually enter the library and see what we could see.
Total spent in the New York Public Library - $0
Heading up 5th Avenue may have been the days only mistake because everyone in their mother was out shopping at all the cities finest boutiques, but it gave us the opportunity to pass by St. Patrick's Cathedral and stop in to catch part of a service and take in the startling architecture of the interior. And I almost lost my Expos cap.
Total spent at St. Pats - $0
Our destination at the time was the Park, but we couldn't resist the little kids in us when we passed by FAO Schwartz.
Total spent in FAO Schwartz - $0 (regrettably)
It has been in my mind for quite some time that someday I'd walk the full length of Central Park. I'm sure no big accomplishment to New Yorkers but it seems everytime I head in that I don't get very far til I'm heading back out. So this time, with lots of time to kill and nothing but 843 acres to explore, we started off slowly and took our time. Highlights included flowers fresh in bloom, inline skaters on obstacle courses, a rather intense softball game, Kwanzan & Yoshino cherry trees, King Władysław II Jagiełło, secluded nature trails, the Loch, napping atop a mountain overlooking Harlem Meer, the Conservatory Garden, and the worst street performance we have ever seen (check the video).
Total spent in Central park - $0
So, here we were. 5:15 in the afternoon and hardly spent a dime. But we were hungry and way up on 110th with under two hours til curtain time so we had to take drastic measures. We attempted to make the walk back into midtown and made it as far back as 85th til Fran finally did some math in her head and realized how much further we had to go and suggested that these yellow cabs were looking delicious. Our feet were pretty sore considering we just walked 30 blocks to the Park and then zigzagged across the other 50. We must've walked almost 20 miles by this point. So a cab we hailed.
Total spent returning to midtown - $15
Our cab driver dropped us into the belly of the beast, on 46th & Broadway as all the matinees were letting out and the chain restaurants became the hottest of hot spots. We managed to wade our way thru a sea of skygazers and like an oasis in the Sahara we spotted the Yoshinoya and we knew we had arrived. Beef bowls were in our future. Hold the ginger on Frans. Extra ginger for me.
Total spent at Yoshinoya - $14.86
From here we could sit tight. Still 45 minutes from curtain and we were only a block away. A quick stop-off for some Junior Mints & Milk Duds was necessary.
Total spent at Duane Reade - $3.24
We got to the front of the Nederlander Theater as it started to rain and they shortly thereafter opened the doors. We were seated near the back of the mezzanine but in such a small theater there are no bad seats. Pre-show entertainment included a large group of school teens maniacally trying to reorder their seating assignments to adequately befit their cliques and cults. It was an equation MIT could've spent a semester or more solving. That and avoiding the he/she adidas monster, which in the long run was fruitless and will remain unexplained. The show began abruptly and to be honest, got off a bit of a rough start with some off notes and the energy not quite at %100, but by the time the company came out for the "Life Support" scene, things had really taken off. Fran enjoyed herself thoroughly, as did I.
Total spent at Rent - $0
On a bit if a high (all that "no day but today stuff") we practially sprinted to Penn Station and not a bit too soon. With just enough time to purchase tickets & grab some juice (we were parched) we hopped on the 10:03 express to Metropark and life was good.
Total spent at Penn Station - $16 (train tickets) + $4.85 (juice)
Of course things can't always be perfect because when we arrived at the parking deck at Metropark the card machines were down and that is all we had to pay for parking. Long story short, we had to wait around for the manager to come fix the problem but at least it was entertaining because some customers were having quite the hissy fit, including the aforementioned "adidas monster" who was apparently stalking us. He/she was steamed and was ready to call the police. I wish it had. But things quickly settled and we were allowed to exit.
Total spent parking - $5
Grand Total spent - $74.95
Are we good or what?
Anybody wanna nickel?
-thanks Dani
Friday, April 18, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
This Could Be Ugly
Mets play the Nationals today and for the next couple days. This is gonna be an interesting series because of the swap of ex-Mets Lastings Milledge & Paul Lo Duca for ex-Nats Ryan Church & Brian Schneider. At this point it seems the Mets got the good end of the deal with Church & Schenider hitting .326 & 324 and combining for 14 RBI's and Lo Duca & Milledge at .200 & .308 with only 9 RBI's. But the real drama is how Lo Duca apparently still feels negelected by Mets management when he was let go after last season. When asked about his return to Shea he said "I want them to lose every game". Ok. And Milledge was practically chased out of New York after being a bit of a locker room cancer. So I'm sure he's got something to prove. There doesn't seem to be any hard feelings between Church & Schneider with their old teammates. Let's hope we can just have a nice friendly ballgame, in honor of Jackie Robinson tonight. Then we can get ugly tomorrow.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Day Off / ¿19-0? / The MOBA
My wife is a handful when she has the day off. She needs constant stimulation and has not yet mastered the art of doing nothing. But I can't think of anyone more qualified to teach her to be a lotus-eater. Thank God we had our taxes to distract us. But with no Mets game of course I was stuck watching awful trash TV. She's an addict. Soap operas, dating gameshows, home improvements, anything "starring" Danny Bonaduce... aye, my head hurts.
Thus, I acquiesced to the internet and managed to stumble along a few little tidbits I felt would feel right at home on our humble little blogosphere space.
Patriots Are 19-0...In Nicaragua
I learned today what happened to all the championship wear the world would have seen had the Patriots not been slapped 'cross the face by the Giants in Super Bowl XLII. The NFL donated the gear to a charity called World Vision, who in turn delivered them to a village in Nicaragua, a place where it is highly unlikely that anyone even knows about the game of football nonetheless the harrowing charm of Tom Brady. Obviously a better solution than destroying the gear, but I'm sure it kills Belichik to know the 19-0 iron on will be worn until they are threadbare.
The MOBA
I came across an article about odd museum exhibits of the world, and one intrigued me a little more than the others. Simply and aptly titled, the Museum of Bad Art, or the MOBA as known to its Dedham Massachusetts neighbors, is the "world's only museum dedicated to the collection, preservation, exhibition and celebration of bad art in all its forms" and that is something I can really get behind. Probably because it's the only place any "art" of mine would ever have a chance in hell to be displayed. Broken up into three categories of Portraiture, Landscape, and my personal favorite, Unseen Forces, the pieces are taken quite seriously as the collectors, preservers & celebrators add their own tongue-in-cheek dialogue, which of course enhances these already ridiculous works, mostly actualized by children. But the most astounding works are done by the now infamous Unknown, whose true vision and brilliant imagination is yet to be realized and will remain that way til long after he/she/it has died. Like Picasso and Roy Orbison and John Candy.
Here is a couple of my favorites. It was so hard to choose so I may have to revisit this theme in a later posting. I know that makes you smile.
A remarkable fusion of ski resort and wolf puppy -- stoical in his yellow-eyed silence, frozen beneath the ice-capped peak, Dog elequently challenges the viewer to rexamine old concepts of landscape.
This disturbing work "makes an offer you can't refuse". The chilling, matter-of-fact manner in which the subject presents the severed head to us is a poignant reminder of just how numb we have become. The understated violence implicit in the scene speaks volumes on our own desensitization, our society's reflexive use of force, and the artist's inability to deal with the hindquarters of the animal.
The colorless cuffs and contrast between the subject's eyeless blue head and the stark white background lead some to speculate that this painting is unfinished. Others note that more detail would be superfluous, for the artist has satisfyingly portrayed the essence of blue meanness.
Still others insist this painting is simple the depiction of the ancient parable in which a Blueish mother gave her son a green shirt and a yellow shirt for his birthday. When he next visited his mother, the nice Blueish boy wore the green shirt, only to hear his mother cry, "What's the matter, you didn't like the yellow one?"
Thus, I acquiesced to the internet and managed to stumble along a few little tidbits I felt would feel right at home on our humble little blogosphere space.
Patriots Are 19-0...In Nicaragua
I learned today what happened to all the championship wear the world would have seen had the Patriots not been slapped 'cross the face by the Giants in Super Bowl XLII. The NFL donated the gear to a charity called World Vision, who in turn delivered them to a village in Nicaragua, a place where it is highly unlikely that anyone even knows about the game of football nonetheless the harrowing charm of Tom Brady. Obviously a better solution than destroying the gear, but I'm sure it kills Belichik to know the 19-0 iron on will be worn until they are threadbare.
The MOBA
I came across an article about odd museum exhibits of the world, and one intrigued me a little more than the others. Simply and aptly titled, the Museum of Bad Art, or the MOBA as known to its Dedham Massachusetts neighbors, is the "world's only museum dedicated to the collection, preservation, exhibition and celebration of bad art in all its forms" and that is something I can really get behind. Probably because it's the only place any "art" of mine would ever have a chance in hell to be displayed. Broken up into three categories of Portraiture, Landscape, and my personal favorite, Unseen Forces, the pieces are taken quite seriously as the collectors, preservers & celebrators add their own tongue-in-cheek dialogue, which of course enhances these already ridiculous works, mostly actualized by children. But the most astounding works are done by the now infamous Unknown, whose true vision and brilliant imagination is yet to be realized and will remain that way til long after he/she/it has died. Like Picasso and Roy Orbison and John Candy.
Here is a couple of my favorites. It was so hard to choose so I may have to revisit this theme in a later posting. I know that makes you smile.
A remarkable fusion of ski resort and wolf puppy -- stoical in his yellow-eyed silence, frozen beneath the ice-capped peak, Dog elequently challenges the viewer to rexamine old concepts of landscape.
This disturbing work "makes an offer you can't refuse". The chilling, matter-of-fact manner in which the subject presents the severed head to us is a poignant reminder of just how numb we have become. The understated violence implicit in the scene speaks volumes on our own desensitization, our society's reflexive use of force, and the artist's inability to deal with the hindquarters of the animal.
The colorless cuffs and contrast between the subject's eyeless blue head and the stark white background lead some to speculate that this painting is unfinished. Others note that more detail would be superfluous, for the artist has satisfyingly portrayed the essence of blue meanness.
Still others insist this painting is simple the depiction of the ancient parable in which a Blueish mother gave her son a green shirt and a yellow shirt for his birthday. When he next visited his mother, the nice Blueish boy wore the green shirt, only to hear his mother cry, "What's the matter, you didn't like the yellow one?"
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