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Woke up to revolution I fell asleep on the couch last night, TV on, and woke up to Reds. It's such a good movie. I love the way interviews with real party members or acquaintances in Reed's bohemian crowd were interspersed in the dramatic presentation. Good for Warren Beatty for making it in 1981, when the interviewees were still alive. 1981 - 1919 = 62 years earlier 62 years + 25 years old = 87 years old It seems like podcasting provides an easy way to take down and distribute oral histories. I'd love to see the medium used in that way. I'll bet it might make a fundable grant to propose getting together a army of amatuer interviewers to question and record their parents and grandparents on specific topics, and collect and publish the audio as podcasts and in a central archive. New York in the late teens I had a past-life reading done once that put me in New York around the time that John Reed, Louise Bryand and Eugene O'Neill were hanging out. I supposedly worked as a sort of junior administrator type for a symphony orchestra organization. Though it sounded appealing to me, it was out of the blue. Not something I'd daydreamed about or anything, on any level I was aware of. I didn't really buy that I'd lived before, but the experience was interesting in that it surfaced some type of consciousness I'd never tapped into before. Maybe something like what goes on in your head when you dream. Whoops, happened again: wiped out my day's posts I posted three items this morning. Then just a few minutes ago, I went to today's outline from a different computer before thinking to synchronize. Poof! Posts gone. Good thing both computers are right here handy. I wonder if there's a way to make it so you don't overwrite until you save a file from another computer. Or a warning, or make the syncing more automatic. Or something. The Schmaltzification Network A friend wrote to say she usually hates the verbizing of words, but liked my use of "schmaltzify" in yesterday's commentary on the music the in the West Wing finale. It does have a nice ring to it. How about this: a blog called "The Schmaltizification Network: Sentimentalizing the News for Your Delicate Sensibilities." Later, after I get some work done, maybe I'll pluck a random news story and sentimentalize it to show you what I mean. |
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