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Loss on a Day of Excess
Sadly, in one day, Harold Pinter AND Eartha Kitt (and one wonders about how the balance of the cosmos required both of them at once) died.
I had the pleasure of seeing Eartha Kitt perfom at the Cafe Carlyle about ten years ago and still have this absolute memory of her slinking around the place, seeming quite ageless, almost supernatural. It is worth reading her obituary to see what kind of a life she had before she became the cat-like creature that certainly had me fascinated even as a child, watching her as Catwoman on television.
And Pinter, too, has been in my mind for so long. I've seen his plays, his performances in movies, watched films based on his screenplays... read accounts of his anger that it is hard to imagine he won't be venting his spleen or prodding people to read what's happening in between the sentences they speak and hear.
posted by Elise at 5:25 PM
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Aged and Seasoned
The holiday undertow pulled me under for a while, well, that and a fever that roamed freely throughout the house. But the sun is out, the worst is past and here it is Christmas Day.
Cheers.
posted by Elise at 8:48 AM
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Wonderful Life
In a season that tends to neglect subtext (which is why, perhaps, people have all of these stress and angst issues around now), Wendell Jamieson's New York Times piece on It's a Wonderful Life is beyond refreshing. Without denigrating the movie, it celebrates the classic for being more complicated than we tend to give it credit. Cheers to that.
Of course I won't be screening Frank Capra to my kids this year, or for a few years to come as far as I can tell. Actually, I won't be screening much at all for them, though I could be prepared to navigate all of the holiday Christmas specials with Dahlia Lithwick's help, though I confess to being a bit impatient with the whole genre, and since no one is actually requesting, I'm ignoring them for as long as I can.
For my own part I love movies where the holiday is secondary. I love Die Hard, for instance and would happily watch it again next week. Oh, and of course The Miracle of Morgan's Creek.
As for the kids, I think we'll just stick with the usual requests which tend to be to see Nigella Lawson cooking an old-fashioned chocolate cake. When I quizzed Felix about what he liked so much about Ms. Lawson, he said: "I love the way she talks." And here I was thinking her allure was elsewhere.
posted by Elise at 5:10 AM
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Fever
Why the silence? Nothing much to say, really, because a substantial chunk of time recently was spent going to and from the doctor's office and somehow, and this is surprising in light of how frequent the visits were, I failed to bring the feverish but still hungry and jolly kid in at the peak of the ear infection he didn't seem to find troublesome.
Now, I am not really complaining about this but it is something I have wondered about in the past with both children. How will I know if something is up if they don't say anything about it? Is it really true that they will somehow let me know if something hurts enough or will they continue (more or less as their mother does) to ignore problems until (with any luck, touch wood) they go away on their own?
I read an article once about the difficulties of parenting a small child who had trouble with sensation and how she had to be constantly monitored for wounds because she simply didn't register pain and while this is nowhere near my situation-- there is plenty of shouting around here, I wonder what else I've missed.
But something has just happened so I must cut short these musings and see to what I assume is a toe that has suffered some indignity.
posted by Elise at 6:38 AM
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