Tuesday, November 29, 2005

The filmmaker cannot see...

At one point while watching the movie of Rent, I was torn apart by two conflicting ideals. On one side, my love and respect for good continuity, and on the other, my hatred and disdain for errors in period accuracy.

There's a rare on-location shot on a New York subway platform (which took me out of the movie completely thinking how sad it was that the East Village has changed so much in ten years as to make actually shooting in town pointless (though that doesn't excuse the back-lot dead-end, one-lane Avenue A) yet the Delancy Street station still looks like total ass), and a 2005-ish F train pulls into the station and our heroes get on. We then switch to a set of the train interior. Now, someone with a keen eye put the exact same ads that are briefly glimpsed through the window of the real train onto the fake train, perhaps hoping to make up for the sudden appearance of 1989-ish graffiti. The only problem with that, of course, is that none of those ads, nor the things they're advertising actually existed when the movie takes place.

It was the only scene in the movie about starving, dying young artists that made me want to cry.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Working for the Weekend

So I've had all kinds of posts in my head over the last couple of weeks, about politics, and science, and Geena Davis' presidency, but work has been crazy and I haven't had time for much of anything. As usual, it's general irritation with the world that gets my blogging shoes on now for two posts in a row.

This isn't a new peeve, in fact I think I've probably blogged about it in some form or another, but I'm freshly irritated about it. My current assistant (who's younger than me but not exactly new to the business we call show) was complaining to me about how her family still doesn't quite grasp the fact that she has to work weekends and holidays. Why don't people get this? A LOT of people don't work Monday-through-Friday, 9-to-5. And since the people who do don't lock themselves in their apartments when they're not in the office (at least most of them don't), I don't understand why it confuses them. I assume that all of you, at some point, have gone to a movie or a show, eaten in a restaurant, ridden the subway, taken a cab, called customer service, gone shopping, been to the emergency room, or whatever, on a weekend, or holiday, or at night. And surely you realize that your ticket-taker, waiter, conductor, cabbie, call center employee in India, cashier, nurse, or whatever, was at work. In fact, they were at work pretty much for your pleasure and/or convenience. Along with your doorman, your mail carrier, the people who clean your office building, security guards, cops, EMTs, the Chinese food delivery guy and thousands of others.

Not that I'm bitter, mind you. Sure, sometimes I get annoyed at not having quality time to spend over, say, Thanksgiving or Christmas, and when people (or the MTA) assume I have the weekend off, but I like my job really like being off on Monday so I can get weekday stuff done on my "weekend." I'm just baffled by other people's bafflement when the subject comes up.

So, um, yeah, that's how my "holiday weekend" was.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Gobble This

Long-time JC readers know that I have some weird pet peeves, many of them about highly common but incorrect uses of the English language. Certain misuses of words or phrases actually make me physically tense. While my reaction to this may not always be sensible, the things I'm reacting to are generally genuine Wrong Things.

Lately though, hearing people calling Thanksgiving "Turkey Day" makes me absolutely nuts. And I feel like I've heard the phrase more this year than ever before. I don't know why it irks me. I am not a militant vegetarian. I am quite traditional about my Thanksgiving meal and eat turkey without fail every year. I have no family customs involving a pre-meal prayer or giving thanks or honoring the pilgrims or whatever; we just dig in and eat.

But when I hear "Turkey Day," I tense up as if you'd said "I could care less about ATM machines at the Macy's Day Parade."

I think it's safe to say that for most Americans, even those who do give heartfelt prayers of thanks or perform skits about genocide, this is a holiday primarily about food, just like Chrismukkah is now primarily about presents. So you'd think I'd appreciate the open acknowledgement of the true meaning of Thanksgiving: gluttony.

But "Turkey Day" just grates me! Is it like Veteran's day, honoring the great accomplishments of American turkeys? Why not Stuffing Day, or Cranberry Day, or friggin' Pie Day? Pie Day! Now there's a holiday I can get behind! Mmmmm...pie....

Oh well. On the bright side, I saw an ATM in a deli the other day with the brand name, "Access to Money." If we all adopt this new meaning for the acronym then "ATM machine" will no longer be incorrect and maybe my head won't explode before next Pie Day.

Monday, November 21, 2005


Sorry I haven't posted in a while, work has been nuts.

This still isn't a real post, but this made me giggle: