TV time. Recently, I started watching the TV show Brooklyn Nine-Nine on Fox. It’s an ensemble comedy show about a group of detectives. Half-hour show. Tight writing. Slapstick comedy. Good acting. I laughed. I cried (cried laughing). If you need a laugh, watch it.
Downtown D train about to pull out of the 34th St. station on 17 December, 2012 at 7:49 in the morning.
Ideally, it would be helpful to have a sufficient amount of time to write these posts. Almost all of what I write is just first drafts. There may be a kernel or two that could grow into something worthwhile. But, again, that takes time. This 365 challenge is an exercise to see how this all works. I have no interest to sit and blather into my blog. I can do that just fine in person, thank you very much. I took a course called The Art of Blather (no I didn’t) which is taught at The New School (no it isn’t). I received high marks (see the first parenthetical).
I’m frustrated with this post. I’ll wrap it up and come back to it later, maybe. For now I may just shove it to the back of the blog fridge nd allow it to turn into a blog science “experiment.” Normally, this post would have stayed in draft status, but I have to post something and I don’t want to post photos every day. That would be too easy. It would look good. But I wouldn’t be challenging myself. I have to keep writing. So, look away. Nothing to see here. Move on to a another blog. Here, take a gander at this one.
André Tchelistcheff was a remarkable man. He was the one person responsible for the success of US American winemakers post prohibition. He lived from 1901 – 1994. His grand-nephew, Mark Tchelistcheff, has made a documentary about his uncle titled André: The Voice of Wine.
The documentary is complete and currently seeking funding.
….compartmentalization of occupations and interests bring about a separation of that mode of activity commonly called ‘practice’ from insight, of imagination from executive ‘doing.’ Each of these activities is then assigned its own place in which it must abide. Those who write the anatomy of experience then suppose that these divisions inhere in the very constitution of human nature.
Philip Seymour Hoffman died today at the age of 46. It was a shock to many people around the world. It was a shock to me. I have only seen his movie work. Unfortunately, I never had the pleasure of attending his stage work.
Actors are story tellers. Very good actors are capable of transforming themselves such that the audience notices the character being portrayed – brought to life – more than the actor portraying the character. It is a magical phenomenon. And it is rare. The skill can be nurtured and developed but only if it is there to begin with. You either have it or you don’t. Philip Seymour Hoffman had it. And his acting was magical. And I will miss him and his work dearly.
Since I have blogged every day for one month now (Whuhh? There’s no WordPress 1-Month Badge?), I have gotten to the point where I cannot end my day without having blogged. It’s the same with flossing. I suppose that puts me in the category of ‘flossing blogger’ or a ‘blogging flosser’. The day just doesn’t feel right unless I blog.
During the first month, slowly I have become acquainted with a few other blogs; and, I have been learning about the people creating those blogs. I write the word “slowly” because it takes time to read other people’s works. There are mannnny blogs on the web. For example, check out the stats of how many WordPress sites there are right now. So much time, energy and passion goes into these works that I do not want to rush through anything. That would be rude.
Everyone is sharing something. It could be that a moment catches their attention. Maybe there is a feeling to explore in words. Maybe there is a new method of doing something that needs a step-by-step explanation. And what are the tools available? Words. Images. Sounds.
Around the world, my fellow bloggers share their voices; and, eventually, people read, look and listen. It is so simple and quite beautiful.