Trying not to have a teen speak moment here, but Pixar’s Brave looks absolutely phenomenal. I love the idea of Merida shooting for her own hand in marriage–take that medieval Highland gift economy.
McDonald’s announced yesterday that it will phase out gestation crates in its food supply chain. Gestation crates are essentially small cages pregnant sows spend their entire pregnancy, and sometimes lives, in. Whole Foods and Chipolte already buy pork from suppliers who raise pigs in a group environment versus the cages. And, I suspect McDonald’s move comes as a the Zeitgeist shifts even more as a result of Chipolte’s effective commercial/short film detailing the evils of big agra farming practices. People want to know that the cows, pigs, and chickens that they eat are being treated fairly. It’s odd to be sure–we are after all killing these animals as a food source–yet I’m more likely to buy free range chicken than not. Those Tyson chicken trucks going up 540 freak me out.
I’ve never been a fan of American Idol or any of the singing contest shows really. Partly it’s because I find a lot of the music that they sing over produced. But I’m two episodes into Smash, and I’m adoring the work being done by Katharine McPhee as Karen Cartwright. She’s fairly spot on as a young ingenue trying to break into Broadway. I’m not a big Broadway musical fan per se, but I’m always a fan of workplace dramas/shows. I know some critics are finding the adoption plot heavy handed, but Debra Messing is ridiculously good as a woman wanting another child, wanting the family she has, and not wanting to give up the creative thing that makes her happy. (I’m also adoring the fact that both Jack Davenport and Razza Jaffrey are in the same show.) Yet, so far it’s been this song that has me hooked. Some of the other numbers have felt over done, and even though this version is more produced than the one that aired in the pilot episode, it still resonates.
I’ve got a visiting orange kitty. Nope he or she is not staying.
However, she consoled herself by calling on the Gibsons; and, finding that Mrs Gibson (who was still an invalid) was asleep at the time, she experienced no difficulty in carrying off the unconscious Molly for a walk, which Lady Harriet so contrived that they twice passed through all the length of the principal street of the town, loitered at Grinstead’s for half an hour, and wound up by Lady Harriet’s calling on the Miss Brownings, who, to her regret, were not at home.
‘Perhaps, it is as well,’ she said, after a minutes consideration. ‘I’ll leave my card, and put your name down underneath it Molly.’
Molly was a little puzzled by the manner in which she had been taken possession of, like an inanimate chattel, for all the afternoon and exclaimed,–
‘Please, Lady Harriet–I never leave cards; I have not got any, and on the Miss Brownings, of all people; why, I run in and out whenever I like.’
‘Never mind, little one. To-day you shall do everything properly, and according to full etiquette. [...] So spoke Lady Harriet, standing on the white door-steps at the Miss Brownings’, and holding Molly’s hand while she wished her good-by. [...] [']And now good-by, we’ve done a good day’s work! And better than you’re aware of,’ continued she, still addressing Molly, though the latter was quite out of hearing. ‘Hollingford is not the place I take it to be, if it doesn’t veer round in Miss Gibson’s favour after my to-day’s trotting of that child about.’
~ Elizabeth Gaskell, Wives and Daughter
My cats are literally sitting on my coffee table while I write watching our thunderstorm coming.
No matter how many deadlines I have, Sesame Street goodness and OK Go are guaranteed ways of making me pause.
OK Go did this video to teach kids about colors. Seems like the perfect idea to me.
And I apparently missed this video done with the dance troupe Pilobolus this past summer. Pure joy.
I haven’t meant to fall of the map, but I’m working on somethings (essays, teaching, other projects) and I’m facing deadlines. So, I’m writing fun stuff in other places. I’ll post links to things at some point when they’ve actually made their way into print. For now, wish me good writing vibes.
“Gentlefolks in general have a very awkward rock ahead in life–the rock ahead of their own idleness. Their lives being, for the most part, passed in looking about them for something to do, it is curious to see–especially when their tastes are of what is called the intellectual sort–how often they drift blindfold into some nasty pursuit. Nine times out of ten they take to torturing something, or to spoiling something–and they firmly believe they are improving their minds, when the plain truth is, they are only making a mess in the house. I have seen them (ladies, I am sorry to say, as well as gentleman) go out, day after day, for example with empty pill-boxes, and catch newts, and beetles, and spiders, and frogs, and come home and stick pins through the miserable wretches, or cut them up, without a pang of remorse, into little pieces. You see my young master, or my young mistress, porting over one of their spiders’ insiders with a magnifying -glass; or you meet one of their frogs walking downstairs without his head–and when you wonder what this cruel nastiness means, you are told that it means a taste in my young master or my young mistress for natural history. Sometimes, again, you see them occupied for hours together in spoiling a pretty flower with pointed instruments, out of a stupid curiosity to know what the flower is made of. Is its colour any prettier, or its scent any sweeter, when you do know? But there! the poor souls must get through the time, your –they must get through the time.”
Gabriel Betteredge in Wilkie Collins’s The Moonstone