I was completely enchanted by this piece by Spencer Finch when I saw it this past December at Art Basel in Miami (where in the world was I.D.?) and have managed to track down some nice pictures of it. Finch made Rorschachs of colors that he claims to have seen in his dreams. Beneath each are tiny explanations such as “Knitting a sweater and crying” or “Ham in a Mercedes Limousine”, etc.
102 Colors from my Dreams
This dream is: "Vest (Bob Dylan in a Skyscraper)"
Anne Louise Lambert as Miranda in Peter Weir's Picnic at Hanging Rock
JUSTIN MURPHY, JOURNALIST: One of those is Ann-Louise Lambert. Her character, the enchanting Miranda, had a surreal presence in the film – ethereal, untouchable, mysterious. One of her experiences on location connects eerily with that character. After one tough filming session where nothing went well, Lambert, in full costume, wandered off into the bush to be alone. She soon realised she was being followed. She turned to find an old woman clambering over the rocks towards her. Instantly, she recognised Joan Lindsay.
ANN-LOUISE LAMBERT, ACTOR: And she came up to me and just threw her arms around me immediately. And she said directly into my ear, um, “Oh, Miranda. It’s been so long.” And she was very emotional. And, um, and she just hung on to me for what seemed a long time. And finally she let me go and sort of stared at me. And she was, you know…she had tears in her eyes. And she was quite shaky. And it felt very…like a very powerful, very true thing, you know, that she was feeling. She was remembering somebody or something that was true.
Theory: Michael Jackson is more “alive”/beloved now than he has been in the past ten years.
Because “theme song”s sounds lame.
“You Don’t Know How it Feels to Be Me” by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
“Don’t Be Scared” by A.R.E. Weapons
“Dig a Pony” by the Beatles
“This Cloud” by Bush (nod to my moody teenage years)
“Hospital Beds” by Cold War Kids
“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails (Ha!)
“I Want to Live in a Wigwam” by Cat Stevens
“Dedicated Follower of Fashion” by the Kinks
“I Want to Know What Love Is” by Foreigner (is she joking? I can’t tell…if not, that’s pretty sad…wait, seriously?)
“What Is Life” by George Harrison
And the grand, choreographed dance finale to my movie-life:
“Papa Was a Rolling Stone” by the Temptations
Seriously?
Unbelievably dreamy: Spokesman for a global network, featured in a commercial in which he is traveling for his job
Gay: Wears a stylish scarf in said commercial
Unbelievably dreamy: Commercial shows him giving shoes to adorably third world kids
Gay: Works with shoes
Unbelievably dreamy: Started a program in which Toms Shoes gives away one pair of shoes for everything pair they sell
Gay: Cares about shit
Unbelievably dreamy: favorite TV show on MySpace is Lost
Gay: other favorite: Grey’s Anatomy
Unbelievably dreamy: from the LA Times, “He’s not egocentric like some entrepreneurs are.”
Gay: also from the LA Times, “He is not afraid to show his emotions to make sure people know they are appreciated.”
Seriously, though, if you’re straight, please…marry me. I want to go around the world in a hot air balloon with you and make it rain teeny tiny shoes in Nigeria.
You know what I looooove? Categories! So I’m making a new category. This category is: Things I Love That I Go to Inappropriate Lengths to Track Down. It’s pretty much a category within a category, as the definition of category is: any general division. Things I like! Things I like MORE! The exact thing I like about the thing I like! Things I like within things I like! It’s a bonANza of specification!
So sometimes I get fixed on things and then I go to “inappropriate lengths” to track these things down, and then I get sort of proud of myself for my perseverance, but I have no one to whom to brag about it. I figured: hey, the internet! This is where we all blow our meaningless and futile activities out of proportion, right? And display them to a faceless and nameless crowd? Wee! Cue applause.
Okay so I have this obsession with quoting, quoting accurately, I should say. I was quite taken by this compliment a steel magnate gave to a woman in the first season of Mad Men, the scandalous and sumptuously styled show on AMC (returns in August for its third season.) Noticing that the first season was on demand out here on THE END (Where in the World is I.D.?), I decided to watch each episode until I found the quote. I didn’t have to get very far, though. It appears in the fourth episode. Pete Campbell, the weaselly professional schmoozer, brings over two women as eye candy/”companions” for his client, the steel magnate. Particularly taken by one of them (“Would you look at that! You could lose a nickel in those dimples!”), he asks her what she does for a living.
“Well, I’m an actress,” she responds, “and I’m also taking some classes at Hunter.”
“Really?” he says. “I would have thought you slept all day and bathed in milk.
Boys…write this one down! Methinks it will work quite well.
In hindsight, this is actually the second post that falls under this category…
Literally hours after I published the below, a new Intervention came on and guess who the interventionist is? That’s right! The bottom line man himself! Wisdom radiates from his shiny, bald head like cartoon waves of heat!
Large balloons in the Hotel Chelsea, Room 722
My Arch Enemy
Okay, so, I don’t have many soapboxes I would want to stand on, but about this I feel very strongly. Perhaps inappropriately so.
I really like this show Intervention on A&E. In all honesty, it’s pretty awful, borderline exploitative, and my enjoyment implies that I get off on voyeurism…which I do, but who doesn’t, really? I like it for two reasons mainly. The first is that it allows me to experience some form of Aristotelian catharsis via observing tragedy, which I think is important for people to do, and the second is that it helps me feel better about myself. Simple, delicious schadenfraude.
The premise of the show, for those who don’t know, is that each episode one, sometimes two drug addicts, bulimics, sex addicts, anyone engaging in addictive, self-destructive behavior, is profiled. They are interviewed, as are their friends and family members (“loved ones” in the Recovery lexicon), and filmed as they go about their daily business (sucking dick for crack, drinking mouthwash to get sloshed, bawling about Inappropriate Touching…you know, your average Tuesday). Little does the addict know that the whole show is leading up to an intervention, in which his/her loved ones will confront the addict and try to get him/her to go to treatment.
Intervention is in its fifth season, and up until this point, they’ve had three main interventionists, but without any explanation, they seemed to have cut two and now rely solely on the third, Ken Seeley, pictured above. And this guy is downright awful. The fact that he exists and does this job pains me every day. The choreography of an intervention is extremely important; getting the addict to a position of complacency is complicated and requires some sleights of hand and carefully chosen words and granted silences. Seeley, however, likes to whip out apocalyptic aphorisms at totally inopportune moments, like when an addict is pushing a little, or seems to be quietly working something out in his/her brain, he’ll say, “You’re going to die, you know that?” or “Do you realize how much this is hurting your family? Tell her the heroin is more important than she is.” It’s like he’s read Interventions for Dummies, took note of some catch phrases and chooses to throw them out when he hasn’t heard his own voice in two minutes. His presence is at once grating and empty; he exudes judgment and criticism, yet he’s also kind of the wimpiest motherfucker ever. You ought to be at least a little afraid of the interventionist. They’re coming in to set the situation STRAIGHT. You want him or her to be able to be stern and authoritative, like Cesar Milan from the Dog Whisperer. I mean, I could beat up Ken Seeley, and I’m a pacifist, that’s how little effort I feel it would take. Listening to his voice, which is still kind of breaking this long after puberty ought to have ended, makes me want to crack skulls. And do meth. Can we IMAGINE Ken Seeley as a methhead?
Bring back Jeff Von Vonderon, I say. He runs a tight ship. He’s a bottom line guy.
Intervention is on A&E Mondays at nine PM. Tonight is a guy who bullied kids at Columbine. Hm, wonder what he has to repress…
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