Archive for January, 2013

What They’re Trying to Sell Me

Monday, January 28th, 2013
Not me.

Not me.

Last week I made the radical decision to delete a posting from 2011.  Yes, I know some of you will miss “Book Club Intimidation” but that particular post was attracting an enormous amount of spam.  Once deleted, the number of “comments” I had to go through fell from almost 3000 to a mere 600.  Completely manageable in comparison.  So much so that I actually started noticing some of them again.  Yes, they have the usual misspoken English but what attracted my attention this time is what they are trying to sell me.  Not what you would think.  Although there remain a fair number of erectile dysfunction ads, on casual glance, Ugg boots easily top the list.  Other front runners include tutus, with no modifier, while other spam assures that “adult tutus”, “handmade tutus” and “tutu dresses” are also available.  I am also urged to purchase anti-estrogens, ninja games, and propecia.  Whatever they might be.  Pheromones are also apparently available online.  But surely me in Uggs and a tutu should be enough to attract the opposite sex?

Bangkok in Wellington

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2013
At the pool side of an overpriced Bangkok hotel...

At the pool side of an overpriced Bangkok hotel…

BATS Theatre has finally found a theatre space that passes earthquake muster and so my play Bangkok is a go!  April 16th is opening night (running through to April 27th)!  It all seems frightfully soon but I now have the fabulous Kerina Deas on as director and auditions notices should be going out this week.  So fingers crossed, things go pretty smoothly.  I will be setting up a separate page on my blog which will have full information on show dates, times, how to book tickets, as well as info on casting and other developments.  So, particularly you Wellingtonians, but also anyone else within – I was going to say the North Island but, really, it’s not that big of a country – New Zealand, please look out for details.  I will be expecting to see you there!

And to Misquote

Friday, January 11th, 2013
I know, I don`t know how I got the part either.

Mel Gibson as Hamlet: “I know, I don`t know how I got the part either.“

I recently saw a favourite quote by Oscar Wilde on a card: “If you’re not too long, I will wait for you all my life.”  Only it read “I will wait here for you all my life.”  This, of course, lead me to look it up and low-and-behold, there is indeed a “here” in the quote.  It seems superfluous.  Worse than that.  Where is “here” exactly?  It puts me in mind of Wilde standing at a bus stop, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched against the wind.  Of course, in Wilde’s case “here” is more likely to be in bed with a glass of champagne.  But, still, surely the quote is better without the “here”?  And that line from Hamlet that I occasionally toss about, “Who is he to Hecuba or Hecuba to him that he should weep for her?”, is really “What is Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba that he should weep for her?”  Oops.  One of the best known misquotes is also from Hamlet.  “Alas, poor Yorick!  I knew him well” is actually, “Alas, poor Yorick!  I knew him, Horatio.”  I’m with Shakespeare on that one but at least (arguably) the meaning hasn’t been changed.  This can’t be said for one of the most common biblical misquotes.  Capitalist will be happy (or not) to know that “Money is the root of all evil” is really “For the love of money is the root of all evil.”

2012 in Review

Thursday, January 3rd, 2013

mayan_doomsdayI feel like a bit of a fraud doing an end of the year round up since so many (all) of the books I have read are from years other than 2012, and my movie viewing is not exactly wide… but here goes:

Favourite read: The Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore.  It really was a year of disappointing reads but Moore’s novel captured me from the start.  Its quirkiness sometimes gets the better of itself and certain parts of the plot feel like after thoughts, but it is relentlessly insightful.  For which the rest can be easily overlooked.

Favourite guilty pleasure read: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.  Too bad about the rest of the trilogy.

Most disappointing read: Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins.  OK, the trilogy was feeling silly and forced by this point, but I still didn’t expect her to put a white-picket fence around it.

Favourite movie: Les Intouchables.  A French movie about an immigrant and a rich quadriplegic should be cheaply sentimental or even just sentimental.  Instead it’s a testament to life.  Go figure.

Seriously disappointing play: The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion.  See my blog of August 21, 2012.  Enough said.

Happy New Year, all!