Most of my immediate family is safe on the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain, complaining that all the stores are closed and they’re having to find creative things to do with shrimp they took out of the freezer and boiled. (We should all be so unfortunate.) My brother’s family made it safely to Lafayette—it only took them 4.5 hours to make the normally two-hour trip, but they were pretty fortunate because I heard horror stories about how it took some people most of the day just to get to Baton Rouge (normally about an hour away from New Orleans).
And now it looks like the hurricane will land over in Mobile, once again curving at the last minute from a direct hit to New Orleans. I nearly took a job in Mobile once, but I ended up staying in Austin on a post-grad fellowship, so I guess I was lucky there.
waiting for a right hook
What I am doing is sitting here waiting to hear about the right hook. Like in boxing, in which a right hook is a surprise swing aimed at your opponent’s kidneys … but this is actually a weather-related phenomenon.
Since I was a little girl, I have heard about hurricanes threatening the New Orleans area. (I was born after Betsy, the last hurricane to hit New Orleans directly, in 1965, and I am too young to remember Camille in 1969.) I can remember sitting in front of the TV set and hearing local newscasters recommend evacuation, and wonder what it would be like to go to a shelter, while my dad shook his head and said, “No, it’s not coming anywhere near us. Don’t worry.”
He was correct. Hurricanes in the Gulf Coast somehow always manage to take a sharp turn (usually a right turn) right before they could hit New Orleans. New Orleanians expect this traditional right hook. I don’t know if it’s voodoo or some bizarre Gulf Stream effect or the refusal on the part of hurricanes to settle the issue of the Bowl Effect Theory, but New Orleans has evaded an awful lot of potential direct hits.
movies this week: distracted by books
The Monster Book Sale is going on this weekend in Austin. Tons of library books and donated books are going to be on sale for $1 or $2, and then on Sunday the leftovers will go for $3 a bag or $5 a box. And all the money goes to Austin libraries, so how can I resist?
A smart bookcase store really should post ads outside of this sale, they would absolutely clean up on business.
Anyway, you can see where my mind is today, since I am going to the book sale after work. I have the baby stroller in my car so I won’t have to lug around a big bag of heavy books. My mind is not on movies, other than wondering if I can get some cheap film books. Last time I found a nice copy of The Celluloid Closet lost on the Architecture table.
big sleazy labor quickie
Here we are in the PJ’s again. I mean the coffee shop, not my pajamas. I have to say this is a very nice PJ’s and I like it very much except I wish they’d turn the music down. That makes me sound like an old fart, but the music is not exactly to my personal taste and it gets intrusive. I could live the rest of my life without having to hear “Careless Whisper” again, thank you.
I guess we could go sit outside in front, but then we have to deal with smokers in close proximity. I would rather have the music.
a quickie from the big sleazy
My boyfriend and I are sitting in a PJ’s in the New Orleans area, checking email and catching up on news and various other important computer-y things. I am trying to get used to my laptop keyboard, which kind of sucks, instead of the nice keyboard I usually have at home. Also, I am realizing that my laptop is extremely dusty, which the magical lighting effects at home somehow disguised.
I have two questions so far about the New Orleans area this weekend:
1. What’s the story behind those “Vote Pro-Life” signs in people’s yards all over town? (Some even have charming little fetus pictures on them. You can’t beat the anti-abortion groups for taste in graphic design.) Is there a particular agenda: are these anti-Kerry, or anti-Landrieu, or are they in response to a particular referendum or other election issue? Someone who lives around here and keeps up with local politics, please explain this to me.
(Incidentally, in our drive from Austin to New Orleans yesterday, we saw exactly two Kerry bumper stickers: one on I-10 in Baton Rouge, one in the Clearview parking lot in Metry. Lots of little “W” stickers though. Hmm.)
2. We were driving to Clearview last night to have dinner at Zea’s and we were pushed out of the way by a huge motorcade on, of all streets, West Napoleon. At first, we saw a limo and a police motorcycle and thought maybe it was a wedding. But there were at least a half-dozen motorcyles plus police cars and they were waving at us to get the hell out of the way and they were in a huge hurry. My mom thought maybe it was a high-profile politician in town and even guessed it could be Kerry. But would Kerry ride in a Hummer limo? A white Hummer limo? Urgh. That has to be the ugliest car I’ve ever seen speed past while surrounded by escorts. In fact—ugliest. car. ever.
My point is, if you are living around here and you kinow who it was, please tell me so we can stop guessing.
Okay, I am walking over to Target now to find a map of New Orleans to ensure we don’t get lost on the way down to Magazine Street. More later.
movies this week: summer ends (in theaters)
It’s Labor Day weekend. The summer movie blitz is over. In Austin, the Paramount summmer movie classics series is over. All that’s left is the lure of air conditioning in theaters since Austin still gets triple-digit weather in September.
It’s time for the long dark interval of mainstream movie programming before the Thanksgiving and Christmas releases start closing in. It’s a good time to catch up on the movies you might have missed earlier, as they drag on for one final week in theaters or hit the discount cinema.
It’s also a good time to keep an eye out for an interesting independent film, if you live somewhere like Austin where new low-budget films appear in theaters almost every week. Some are the same old routine indy-movie fare, but you never know when you might find a little gem.
Continue reading movies this week: summer ends (in theaters)
happy birthday, Dad
For those of you who were wondering, my nose is a lot better now. The stitches came out last week and barely any trace of the line of stitching is left. That side of the nose looks a bit red and blobby, like I had a scary acne attack, but that’s about it.
The only problem is that the area with the biggest wound repair is right over my nostril, which means a big wad of hard tissue, or something, poking down in my nostril and making it hard to blow my nose. Or as my dad would say, it’s making it hard to pick my nose.
It’s my dad’s birthday, so I thought I would make one joke in his typical style of humor. Someone mentioned the other day that my dad would have made a great comedian in the 1970s, which sounds just about right.
seven DVDs in August
I’m backlogged on writing about the movies I’ve seen recently, in theaters and on DVD. So I’m going to catch up here with summaries of seven movies on DVD that I saw for the first time in August. (There were nine, but the Alice Adams and The Manchurian Candidate reviews were so long that I moved them to their own entries.)
It’s a little sad to see that I only went to a movie theater once, for The Manchurian Candidate. I had sinus hell for two consecutive weekends in August, and then I was home resting after the medical thing for another weekend (and couldn’t wear glasses for that long). But there weren’t that many enticing movies in theaters so I also felt relatively unmotivated. I feel satisfied enough that I saw nine new movies in the past month, even if they weren’t in theaters.
The Manchurian Candidate (2004)
The Manchurian Candidate: 2004, dir. Jonathan Demme. Seen at Barton Creek/Cinemark (August 27).
The remake of The Manchurian Candidate is one of those movies that I liked while I was watching, and then afterwards I kept thinking of a million different plot holes and implausibilities. I did buy the initial premise of the movie, but I think I bought it because I bought it in the last movie. In other words, I believed that this stuff was true because it had been true for the last movie. Also, I hadn’t seen a Jonathan Demme movie in maybe 10 years, and noticing all the familiar directorial touches and the usual cameos (I caught Charles Napier but totally didn’t recognize Roger Corman or Tracey Walter) might have helped me believe the general premise of the movie.
keep Austin.
My boyfriend and I have been lazy slugs all weekend. We didn’t want to cook on Saturday night (or Saturday lunch, or Friday night), so around 5:00 on Saturday, we started debating where to go for dinner.
“You know what I’d like?” I said. “A fruit salad. I would love a nice fruit salad.”
“Where do you want to go for that?” he asked.
“I can think of two places where I’ve had a good fruit salad: Mother’s and Katz’s,” I told him. After a little more discussion, we decided on Katz’s, which had more choices for him for dinner (especially if he wanted meat—Mother’s is vegetarian).