Hi, I'm Heather. I used to have a blog until I discovered that I really liked the tumblr format. I like a lot of things. Topping that list are writing, reading, video games, music, photography, tea, and my friends, not necessarily in that order.
I suspect that this is going to devolve into me posting youtube videos well after they were cool on the internet, but I'm okay with that.
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Here’s another holiday tune for you and yours! Merry Christmas and have a happy, healthy new year.
We love you.
Mo and Jed
p.s. This one’s PG-13…...
The Pavilion Synopsis / Studio M
Holy Family Shrine
(via La Maison Boheme)
Favorite Photo of the Moment
The engine in my mom’s car burnt out on the highway during an eight hour drive back from Ohio, so my parents had a decision to make. After a minor cardiac arrest over the potential repair bill they decided to cut their losses and buy a new car, which led to the purchase of a brand spankin’ new Honda Civic hybrid. It’s gorgeous, and all the new technology features also mean that I’ve been explaining how to use said car for the past month or so. [I think she’s got the hang of it now.]
About a week after getting acquainted with the new wheels, my parents thought it would be a good time to take it on a solid ride and so I found myself joining them for a jaunt up to Annapolis, Maryland. Annapolis, for those not in the know, is mainly known for its crab. As an avid non-eater of seafood, this means that I was there for mostly the scenery and to take a few pictures. We skipped past the art and dining district and headed to the harbor, which is about as touristy as it is dirty - not so much that it makes it unpleasant, but enough that you notice. The harbor is a smallish area, and you can loop around it rather quickly. It was also blazing hot outside, so we quickly convened and came to a consensus that the trip was going to be a short one.
On the way to search for a restaurant [and air conditioning], I saw this scooter parked on the curb and I knelt down to get a shot. In the midst of attempting to capture the angle I wanted, a flock of seagulls went shooting by overhead and I swear to Thor, y’all, I came this close to coming face to feces with some seagull scat. In my frantic leaping after seeing the splat, the camera got tilted at a rather severe angle and this was the result.
They say that getting poo’ed on by a bird is a sign of luck, but I’m going to say that my real luck was both in narrowly missing said poo and hitting this angle, which I love. Sometime I may go back and edit it, as I suspect it may look good in black and white, but for now, I’m appreciating the composition [accidental as it may have been] enough to throw it up here.
Also, I am appreciating having made it back home, as I additionally suspect that my mother may not have let me back in the car had I actually been shat upon. New car smell > daughter’s well-being. It’s how we roll.
I love hearing about people’s dreams. Here is one of Sasa’s from last night.
You were in my dream! You were like, “Remember those earrings you had that you gave me? The white ones?” And I was like, “Yeah, you gave them back to me, remember?” And then you were like, “I lost them. I got some other ones.” And they were black circles, with one on top of one another. And I was like, “…Okay…”
But then you left and it changed and we [points to Cyrus] were together. And a lot of people were there, except EVERYONE WAS ON A HORSE EXCEPT FOR ME.
Insert a lot of laughter here.
I was pissed.
Scenario One. You start the 4+ hour bus ride back down to DC from NYC and one of the tires just blew.
You know that you’re not supposed to use the bathroom for anything besides liquids.
Actually, you know the bathroom shouldn’t be used AT ALL when the bus isn’t moving.
But you really, really need to poo.
Scenario Two. You are dancing in a club and you’re feeling rather nauseated.
Actually, make that really nauseated.
…Actually, make that…oh cra-
Scenario Three. You are riding on the metro.
You see your child crossing his/her legs in discomfort.
What do you do? What do you do?
Answer: Do nothing. Allow whatever bodily fluid/excrement to be expunged, on or around the many, many people in your general vicinity.
This post sponsored by my past weekend of unfortunate public incidences.
[I should clarify that said incidences were not caused by me. I was privy to all three, though, and let me tell you - the ol’ gag reflex received a strenuous thrashing.]
Thanks to an internet favorite of mine, the Totally Rad Show, I have watched a number of things for which I probably never would have thought to hit play. One of those things was the breathtakingly joyful animated TV show Avatar: The Last Airbender.
Avatar is something I love for countless reasons: the writing, the characters, the unabashed goofiness, the action sequences, the creativity, I could go on and on. I find myself constantly defending my devotion to the show because it is widely known as being a “kids’ cartoon,” but to bill the series as simply that is truly a disservice.
I think that part of why I appreciate Avatar so much is because it is what I always thought the shows I watched as a kid could be like if they were treated in the same way that really good adult-geared shows are done: with lots of thought and respect for the audience. Even watching shows like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or Captain Planet as a young person, I knew that they were layered in cheese. The story lines typically had this after school special type of a feel to them, and the writing left almost everything to be desired. Characters never seemed to have to work for the level of power they possessed and the stakes in Saturday morning cartoons rarely ever felt earned or real. When you’re little, these kinds of things can be easily forgotten with enough flash and dazzle or a well-placed fart joke.
Avatar, however, seams together the best of being a kid with the grounded quality of writing required for realism. They aren’t afraid to go for the cheesy kid joke or the over-the-top animation every once in a while [the show is meant for a younger audience, after all], but they take the time to make sure the characters are following an overall arc. The typical “throwaway” episodes - the monster of the week type of fare - remain enjoyable because they’re still working toward the overall journey of the season and they allow the players to become familiar to the audience.
Antagonists shift and change. The world of the show is bathed in shades of grey and because the people involved in making the series refused to completely gloss over some of the darker aspects of the plot, the show maintains a sense of gravity without being cruel. Voice actors are truly what they should be - actors. These characters they create, they aren’t washed in stereotypical archetypes; they are nuanced and, perhaps most importantly, allowed to retain the correct amount of maturity for their ages. It is a huge pet peeve of mine when people take child characters and make them act like adults [unless the reasons for the hardened maturity are realistically explained]. Avatar is such a show that might have been able to do that and barely get away with it; there are some pretty rough things that happen to those kids. Luckily, however, it has such a respect for the lighthearted goofy quality that underpins childhood that it allows it to course through the entire series to great effect. It not only allows the show to practically radiate joy, but it makes the more emotional moments feel all the more important and real [a trick that a guy named Joss Whedon uses quite well].
And this leads me to the latest chapter in the Airbender saga - the place where so many workers in entertainment hope to reach - the movie franchise.
Oh, this could have been so good. It could have been magical. With the kind of technology that we are capable of today, the special effects needed to recreate a show like Airbender were not only possible, but it could have taken to another level. Unfortunately, the special effects were quite possibly the only good part of this movie, and we all know that special effects do not a good movie make. Especially when all other aspects of the movie fail spectacularly.
Let us begin with the fact that this movie took it self WAY too seriously. If you’re going to make a film that tries to feel like Lord of the Rings, but you have child actors touting about as much acting experience as that kid who starred in one of the Airbud sequels, it should put up some red flags. Young actors are such a crapshoot. It’s not that I don’t think young people aren’t capable of doing some pretty amazing things, but it is absolutely clear to me that the only reason some of these people were hired were because they could kick really high and kind of looked like their respective characters.
The person they cast in the role of Katara was an absolute mess. Her narratives were flat and dull coated with an incredibly fake sense of importance, and unfortunately they were used throughout the entirety of the movie. Her emotional range consisted of what seemed like two states - normal, and quietly on the verge of tears. It was a cringeworthy performance at best, and when you compare it with the strong, dynamic performance of Mae Whitman on the TV show, the dishonor brought to the character of Katara is near infuriating.
Aang and Sokka were nearly as bad, though so much of why I felt their characters were ruined had so much to do with the writing and direction that I can’t really fault their acting abilities. The giddy happiness that so defines the character of Aang? Gone. The klutzy, sarcastic, egotistical, over-the-top goofball that Sokka is? Gone. All sense of character development in any of the four main characters [Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Zuko]? Gone. Forget all of that. Let’s make them all static and flat, give them some really terrible lines, cover all aspects of growth with fantastic voice-over exposition like “they became fast friends” and hope that the special effects and sweeping landscape shots throw enough glitter in everyone’s eyes so that they don’t notice.
The thing is that when your writing and acting is piss-poor, it makes everything else so noticeably, hideously obnoxious. Because this entry is already incredibly long, I am going to simply list some of the main points that made me grow angrier and angrier as the film droned on.
1. The 3D was terrible. Stupidly flat when it could have been spectacular. Not worth it, don’t do it.
2. What was up with all the weird pronunciations? All of a sudden, all of the vowels became long. It was a bizarre choice, and became gratingly annoying.
3. If you’re going to pay homage to something like Avatar, you should know that there will be hell to pay if you get rid of iconic aspects of the show, like Katara’s hair loopies. Or just how important Appa is to Aang. And where were our damn “Yip Yip”s?! I think I heard it once?
4. Why did they make Appa look so weird?
5. The fight sequences were stilted and awkward. When you watch the cartoon [and granted, I know that making things happen in a cartoon can be much easier than doing it in real life] the fighting is kinetic and fluid and energized and dynamic. In the film it was a series of move, pause. Move, pause. Move, pause. It played like a chess game and with only a few exceptions felt very poorly choreographed. I can almost see what they were trying to do [and it was likely much cheaper not to have the bending going through the entire sequence of forms], but it was poorly executed indeed. A shame, too, when someone like Noah Ringer has a talent that could have shone so brightly.
6. So. Much. Caucasian.
7. Uncle Iroh. Not that he isn’t a good actor or that the character wasn’t handled as well as he could have been given the clumsy-at-best script, but ugh. This movie is filled with odd casting choices, and yes, Uncle Iroh probably would have been one of the hardest people to cast, but this felt like a cop out.
8. Commander Zhao felt like a B Movie villain.
9. The score. It’s not that the score was bad, per se, but it felt like too much of a departure from the awesome, awesome music used on the actual show. Avatar already had such a distinctive, solid base of themes and music to pull from, and it really pains me that they didn’t build on that and use it in the movie. The score in this film felt generic, and because of how bad everything else was, at times overdramatic.
10. The mythology and cannon of the show felt warped and weird. I understand that there has to be some shaping and cutting and honing for whole season of a TV show to fit into the span of a movie, but, for example, the transitions into the spirit world were strange and seemed to come out of nowhere.
11. Why in the name of Zeus would anyone allow M. Night Shayamalan write the script for this movie? THE SCRIPT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE THING THAT COULD HAVE SAVED THIS MOVIE. I don’t pretend to have any real concept as to how Hollywood operates, but I seriously demand to know how and why someone who has proven to helm such a crappy string of movies like M. Night was given permission to pen this one.
Things that I enjoyed.
1. Momo. They got rid of his character quirks almost entirely, but I liked the way he looked on the film so at least that was something.
2. Dev Patel as Prince Zuko. Probably the only main player, besides the Shaun Toub who I couldn’t get completely on board with because of aesthetics, who tried to get into character, even if the script really didn’t allow for any deviation from Angry Zuko. If there is a second movie [and I really hope that there is and that they get rid of M. Night] I’ll be interested to see where he takes things.
3. Damon Gupton as Monk Gyatso was probably the brightest, happiest character in the film and, for me, the person who most embodied the essence of any of the characters from the TV show. The flashbacks were, by far, the most emotionally moving scenes for me.
That’s just about all I’ve got. I’m still trying to rid my mouth of the bitter taste I get whenever I think about just how angry this movie made me. I’ve since read a few reviews of it, and from what I’ve read almost everyone who’s writing hasn’t actually seen the TV show. I can’t say that I’m terribly surprised, but it makes me really sad. Maybe the movie would have been a lot more enjoyable if I didn’t know how good it could have been. Most reviews seem to apathetically state that this is another crappy M. Night film but at least it was mildly entertaining and the action sequences were good, but I can’t even take that stance because the show was seriously THAT much better.
When Harry Potter was just getting started, the acting left a little bit to be desired but the books were so beloved that they took a lot of trouble to make sure that the overall atmosphere of the films felt true to what was created in JK Rowling’s world. There was no way that they were going to be able to bring in everything that everyone loved from the books, and they knew it, but the FEELING was there. The HEART was there. I always used to make fun of the Heart ring in Captain Planet because it felt like such a lame power [and, being honest, it still kinda was on that show], but it’s so incredibly important. The Avatar series has so much heart, and it shone through everyone involved. The creators, Mike DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko, speak about it with such passion and an undeniable sense of love, achingly similar to that indefinable quality that surrounds John Lasseter’s work. It’s no small surprise that that kind of dedication filtered down and inspired the awesome work brought forth by everyone else, from the animators to the sound designer to the voice actors and the score writer. It was a labor of love, and it made the show such an incredible thing to enjoy and experience. To see something so great brought to such ruin on the screen was, as overdramatic and silly as this going to sound, nothing short of heart-wrenching.
If the sheer length of this post alone hasn’t clearly demonstrated the amount of affection I have for Avatar, I’m not sure how else I can convey it. I can’t recommend that you go see the movie, but please, if you want to be whisked to a world that is, simply put, incredibly special then do yourself a favor and check out the TV show. It might start out a smidge slow, but trust me when I say you’re in for an absolute delight.
Yip yip!
[All three seasons of Avatar: The Last Airbender are available for Instant Watch or Disc Shipping on Netflix. You can also find episodes for download on iTunes. DVDs are sold at most electronic retailers.]
I was supposed to go to bed about an hour and a half ago.
Why didn’t you?
BECAUSE I WAS TOO BUSY REWINDING AND REWATCHING THIS PERFORMANCE FROM SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE.
1. Napolean and Tabitha D’umo [NappyTabs] so constantly rock my world.
2. Twitch was my favorite dancer from season 4, and I am beyond thrilled that he was one of the All-Stars on the show’s new format.
3. If you haven’t been watching the show this season, Alex Wong [the Asian dude]? He’s a ballet dancer.
All right, I’m going to watch it one more time. JUST ONE MORE TIME, I PROMISE.
This drummer is out of control in such a good way. If you haven’t seen this yet, please watch it.
Cake! Pictures! Pictures of cake! I clearly need more practice when it comes to decorating with icing, but it tasted like puppies and gardenias and everything good.
Sasa:: Bang. Bang. Bang bang bang!
Both of us look at each other.
Sasa:: Bang! Bang!
Me:: ...What are you banging?
Sasa:: MY HOMEWORK!
A few seconds later.
Sasa:: Enforce? I say, enforce...your ass! Referential enforcements? Referential enforcements, and I say, enforce your nostrils!
One of us is losing it around here, and for once IT ISN'T ME.
I have a newly found respect for bakers. Cake decorators. Pastry…assemblers?
I just spent a good three days or so baking two layers of cake, and putting together lemon simple syrup, lemon curd filling, vanilla bean buttercream icing, and sugared oranges.
You are going to ask why.
And I am going to say, “No reason.”
Saying something like, “Memorial Day Weekend,” would make sense. Or even, “I was really jonesing for some cake.” But, really, there was no reason, excepting that I was buying this crazy tea maker and they had a bunch of books on sale - one of which was this Martha Stewart monstrosity of a wedding cake encyclopedia and I said to myself, “You really should practice baking more.”
It’s not that I don’t bake, because I do. If you want photographic proof, I can provide more than one instance of baking evidence. Even DECORATING evidence.
But y’all, this is easily the MOST baking work I have done. EVER. Baking requires patience, one, which is something that I am short on. You have to wait minutes to hours in between steps. And, two, you have to plan. Oh, the planning. And THREE, and this is perhaps the most critical of them all, the precision. The precision you have to have if you’re going to be putting together even a simple layer cake is INTENSE. Things must be leveled. Icing must be at the right temperature and spread evenly. And decorating? I wasn’t even working with fondant. This was buttercream, people. BUTTERCREAM.
I see those baking competitions and stuff that they have on the Food Network sometimes, and it’s so easy to sit there and judge along with everyone else, but given that I just put together a simple two-layer cake and I am exhausted, I can’t…I can’t even. Oh my god. I imagine that certain things get easier with practice, but MAN. Major props to all of y’all who can Martha Stewart/Ace of Cakes/sugar-frost-fondant it up.
Pictures to come, but now it is time for a well-deserved shower and some sleep. Mmm…shower.
Favorite Photo of the Moment
This is a scoop of Ben and Jerry’s Pomegranate Sorbet. I am absolutely obsessed with it right now - it’s light and fruity and juicy and SO DERICIOUS. The perfect antidote to a hot summer day.
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