Kansas City Library
The parking garage of the Library of Kansas City looks like a bunch of huge books lined up against one another. The Charlotte’s Web book looks exactly how I remember it.
Light Basket
The parking garage of the Library of Kansas City looks like a bunch of huge books lined up against one another. The Charlotte’s Web book looks exactly how I remember it.
Confucius say: “Man who run behind car get exhausted, but man who run in front of car get tired.”
The 18th Century Sundial and Compass is a great gift idea for that wanderer in your life who also has a timeless (har) sense of style. This isn’t a hint as a gift for me (I could use a kitchen table, frankly), but I thought I’d pass it along.
Nils writes:
This video describes visually and aurally what Indian culture is all about: Benny Lava. I have never seen a more educational video on Indians than this one right here.
I want to be Benny Lava,
Nils
Gosh darnit if that isn’t catchy. Thanks!
Warner Chappell Music owns the copyright to the song “Happy Birthday to You.” You may view the lyrics and request a license for performing the song in public. Can I get a “lame”?
I once read in some extended piece about Roger Ebert that writing never came with any sort of difficulty for him. Apparently, he’d come in to the office, sit down for a certain amount of time, and stand up with a finished column in hand. Part of this ability surely stems from the fact that he is truly someone who loves movies. From this great love has grown great knowledge of cinema — so what I really appreciate about his writing is his subtle incorporation of that knowledge. While our local yokel movie reviewer always hits you over the head with movies he has seen by name-dropping a slew of films, Ebert incorporates the experiences gained from other films, not necessarily their titles. Therefore, I am inclined to trust his review of the psychological thriller Awake. Ebert’s conclusion, I believe, speaks to his experience as a reviewer:
The movie opens under a cloud on a weekend all other mainstream movies have sidestepped, apparently because it’s our duty to commence Christmas shopping. But I felt what I felt, and there you have it.
Oh right right, the premise of the movie! I forgot to mention that: there’s a phenomenon called anesthetic awareness wherein conscious is gained but paralysis and numbness are maintained. I leave imagining this sort of experience as the domain of the movie or an exercise to the reader. Or both. I don’t know how much time you have this weekend.
The Namesake
Now here’s a film that I’ve been awaiting release on DVD since Mykala and I saw it this past March. Two things have changed: it finally was released on November 27 and Ebert got around to reviewing it. (Ebert was out with an extended and serious series of health complications, so he is going backwards through old movies to review them.) Now, I can convince my family to rent it. And, now I can read Ebert’s review.
Juno
Good lord, this one looks poised to tear up the theaters. (More on that in a minute.) So. Last I wrote about Michael Cera (well, Sagert mentioned him by name), I was guessing that Superbad was going to be pretty good. That movie turned out to be way way dirtier than I had thought, but in an unusually endearing, gentle manner. Fun to watch? Yes. Strange? Yes. Anyhow, this Cera fellow seems to have made some brilliant career moves by garnering attention on the big screen with Superbad, then skillfully leveraging himself out of a typecast frat pack-type role into a movie with more staying power. That movie is Juno, judging by Ebert’s preview review of it:
I don’t know when I’ve heard a standing ovation so long, loud and warm as the one at the Toronto International Film Festival after Jason Reitman’s “Juno,” which I predict will become quickly beloved when it opens at Christmas time, and wins a best actress nomination for its 20-year-old star, Ellen Page. It’s the kind of movie you almost insult by describing the plot…
High praise! So, as far as I can tell, you should go see this Juno movie when it comes to theaters near you. Plus, as a Minnesotan, I should mention that the screenplay is by a certain Diablo Cody, who lives in Minneapolis. However, her’s is unquestionably the weirdest biography I have ever read on IMDB. Seriously.
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