samurai saturday

i used to have a ritual in chicago. i'd get up early on saturday mornings and crawl onto the couch in the living room. i'd turn on IFC, which at the time was showing samurai movies every week. sometimes i would sleep through most of the movie and sometimes i would watch. this went on for months because i love me a good samurai movie with the possibility of a nap. my favorite is seven samurai, because well, duh but i also really love the zatoichi movies too. they showed movies i'd seen and some i never heard of. there was one that was the craziest technicolor i've ever seen and made the whole bloody movie seem like a cartoon. that one may have given me nightmares. so yeah, samurai saturday. everyone's got their thing. for awhile, that was mine. 

i was excited when a friend and i were discussing seeing a movie tonight and she suggested 47 ronin. we'd seen the preview together and it looked awesome. it wasn't. at least we didn't think so but we know better. the real story of the 47 ronin is sad and beautiful and complicated. it is definitely not silly. this movie was silly. pretty but silly. it did not scratch my samurai saturday itch. it was as disappointing as that saturday morning i crawled onto the couch, turned on the tv and IFC was showing the three stooges. 

i have to admit that when i was getting ready to go out, i actually thought to myself, "are we really going to see a keanu reeves movie?" keanu has a tendency to ruin things for me, bill & ted's excepted. and the matrix but really just the first one. oh, and that movie where he played a serial killer. he sometimes looks dead inside so a murderous sociopath didn't seem like a huge leap. here's the thing though, keanu was not the biggest problem. <spoilers ahead>

the ALIEN DEMON MONKS were, in fact, the biggest problem. the crazy mythical beast in the beginning, cool. the witch, while annoying, not beyond the realm of possibility. THE ALIEN DEMON MONKS WERE A BRIDGE TOO FAR. i'm sorry i'm shouting but seriously. ALIEN DEMON MONKS. in an effing samurai movie.

also, love stories rarely work out well in samurai movies. someone always has to commit seppuku and there will always be heartbreak. yes, crouching tiger, hidden dragon managed to do it in a kung fu movie, which is also tricky. but you, 47 ronin, you are no crouching tiger. 

now, i'm watching 13 assassins on netflix, one of the best new samurai movies i've seen. when its over, because it is very, very violent, i may watch an episode of samural jack to cleanse my palate. he may be animated but his heart is pure. and maybe tomorrow i've watch the old 47 ronin and forget this one ever happened.

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music monday

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all the fuss

the last few weeks have been crazy. craft wonderland was wonderful but exhausting. my days before were jam packed. i went to be each and every night feeling righteously tired. this week was a little easier and i was able to find some breathing room. some breathing room in which i discover i'm really excited by the holidays this year. the holiday cheer bit me a few weeks ago and it seems i have a fever that can only be extinguished by putting white lights everywhere, sending piles of cards, making too many cookies and gifts. i think i'd forgotten what all the fuss was about.

i was also thinking about something our very wise friend thea said before we left chicago. it takes three years to feel settled. and here we are, three years later, having our first holiday shindig since we left chicago, feeling very much settled, feeling home.

even shawn, who is normally the grinchiest of grinches, is showing signs of holiday cheer. he bought the vince guaraldi songbook and spent some time trying to learn to play linus and lucy and one of the only christmas songs he'll admit to liking:

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wednesday words

bird. a warm-blooded egg-laying vertebrate distinguished by the possession of feathers, wings, and a beak and (typically) by being able to fly; an aircraft, spacecraft, satellite, or guided missile; a person of a specified kind or character; the word.
 

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farewell, peter o'toole. you really were handsome when the light hit you from a certain direction.

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wednesday words

elsewhere. neither here nor there. someplace else.

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cookoo

i've been busy making things for my shop and crafty wonderland. new necklaces and birds and some pretty cozy cashmere cowls, oh my. i've been a one woman sweat shop and its been a total blast. marathoning tv and podcasts while making some pretty great stuff. no, really.

right?

anyway, this weekend is crafty wonderland. if you're in portland, you should really go. its pretty amazing. 

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another list

of things i've read, things i like, things i've cooked, just things:

what have you been digging these days? what are you reading?

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wednesday words

yurt. a circular domed dwelling that is portable and self-supporting, originally used by nomadic Mongol and Turkic people of central Asia.

check out the entire set of words so far here.

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