*brought to you by the hours and hours of west wing i've watched. here's some of my favorite quotes so far:
"bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land."
"oh, I'm sorry, dear. Would you like a cookie?"
"i'm proud to report our country's stranger than it was a year ago?"
"once again you display an immaturity about vegetables that I think is not at all Presidential."
"the day-to-day experience of my life has changed in many ways since taking this job."
"you're not going to spoil my good time for me."
"oh, sir, I think we both know from experience that's not true."
"i can sign the President's name. I have his signature down pretty good."
"a long flight across the night. you know why late flights are good? because we cease to be earthbound and burdened with practicality. asking important questions. talking about the idea that nobody has thought about yet."
"i'm calling you Deputy Downer from now on."
"it'd be good. by day, they churn butter and worship according to their own beliefs, and by night they solve crimes."
"i've never found anything in my life remotely charming."
"i'd be perfectly happy never to say any of those words anywhere ever again."
"a thing the size of a garbage truck is gonna be in a two-thousand-mile-an-hour free fall and no one knows where it's gonna hit!"
"i'm rooting for Zurich. I've had it up to here with the Swiss."
"if politics bring out the worst in people, maybe people bring out the best."
"but listen, don't worry about all this right now. we got you covered. worry about school. worry about what you'll tell your parents when you break curfew. you're gonna meet guys. you're gonna meet girls. learn things, be good to each other. read the newspapers, go to the movies, go to a party, read a book. in the meantime, remember pluralism. you want to get these people? i mean, you really want to in and kill them where they live? keep accepting more than one idea. makes them absolutely crazy."
Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.
You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.
The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.
You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
here's some of my favorite story places around the internet:
snap judgement - this is my favorite. i let the podcasts pile up so i can spend hours catching up. the host, glynn washington, never fails to make me laugh. never.
radiolab - stories to expain our world. this is my favorite episode.
third coast radio festival - they always played the show where they feature the winners on christmas morning. shawn & i listened almost every year. it was always a nice way to spend part of the morning while preparing for the family invasion. at least one story would make us cry EVERY YEAR.
post secret - people's secrets, anonymously shared via postcards and letters. even tiny snippets tell a big story.
forgotten bookmarks - the things people leave in books. i have to wonder what i've left in books and i wonder what it would tell someone about me.
mortified - people read artifacts from their youth. i die inside just thinking about it. in a good way.
i am a lover of stories. so, it was a good week to be me. it began with the hunger games1, which i loved. then kateri & i had a phone/movie date and watched hugo, which i also loved. hugo reminded us both of the fall so we watched that next.
"the fall?" you say, "what is the fall?" one of my top ten favorite movies, thanks for asking. while i'm certain i've gone on and on about the fall here before, that's not going to stop me now - because people keep asking me "what is the fall?"
but before i get splorky, watch this:
the first time i heard of the fall my friend, cheryl, called me. she told me to check my email. she had sent me the trailer and wanted me to watch it right then. so, i did. i squealed when i saw the swimming elephant. i whispered, "whirrrrrrrrrrrling derrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrvishes." i think i was afraid that if i was too loud the whirling would stop. i held my breathe more than once. oh, yes. i was excited. i sent the trailer to kateri. she was also excited. we all went and saw it together once it opened and it was magical. truly. the following friday night, kateri & i were at our favorite drinking establishment, celebrating week's end. our conversation turned to the movie. we got so jazzed up that we hopped in a cab, rode the few miles to the theater, made it there in the nick of time, and saw it again. a few weeks later, i made shawn take me to see it again for my birthday. its the only movie that i can think of that i've seen in the theater multiple times in ages2.
why? while we watched it the other day we tweeted within moments of one another:
stories. we all have them. we tell them, listen to them, watch and read them - funny, sad, real and imagined. stories make us who we are and help us to understand who others our. they are IMPORTANT. we HAVE TO tell them, and have to listen. there are few things i believe more strongly than this.
my grandparents, while not wealthy, gave me the world - their world through stories. i knew lucy was declining rapidly when she could no longer remember the story of how she met my grandfather - her favorite story to tell, mine to hear. they taught me how to tell stories and as long as there are people who will listen, i will tell their stories. they are a huge part of who i am. love me, love the story of lucy & wally meeting.
so, the fall? an elaborately beautiful movie featuring lee pace telling a story to an adorable young girl. oh yes. yes, please.
and guess what? it was just added to watch instant on netflix! go. go NOW. you won't be sorry.
1 yes, it was different from the book. yes, some things are going to be problematic if they make the other books into movies. but, katniss and rue were awesome and i loved it.
2 there was an unfortunate period in junior high where i went to see dirty dancing once, sometime TWICE a weekend for months with my friends at the dollar show. holy crap, that's embarrassing.
i come from a long line of clumsy women. clumsy women who enjoy cocktails and occasionally suffer from monumental lapses in judgement, wardrobe malfuctions and verbal diahrrea. who strutted onto dance floor at her sister-in-law's wedding with her skirt tucked into her panty hose? why, that would be me! i'm not kidding you when i tell you this is the least embarrassing story of that ilk that i could share. AND i could tell similar stories about my mom and grandma. yeah, we are AWESOME.
so, when this book came out and well, i've found myself in the very position pictured on the cover, i was in. all in.
i read it, loved it, laughed so hard i gave myself a stomach ache, multiple times. then i bought it for my mom, who also LOVED it. laurie notaro had two new fans. we read each of her books when they came out, love love loving them all. last year my mom sent me her newest book, it looked better on the model. i was reading it in the car while we were on one of our roadtrips and laughing so hard that shawn got jealous. so, i read outloud while he drove. and we both laughed and laughed.
i just sent kateri the book because of a delightfully disgusting story about the sea lion caves, a place we've discussed visiting once she moves to portland. also, i wanted to share the laurie notaro love. please note: we MAY be rethinking that planned outing. ew, gross.
imagine my delight when i went online to get tickets to a back fence pdx event and discovered she was going to be one of the storytellers! even shawn, who normally reserves all his excitement for music festivals and smoked bbq brisket, was excited.
so, it was last night. the whole show was fantastic. laurie notaro rocked. she told the grossest, funniest story and looked adorable doing it. i may love her even more.
shana is a wearer of knee socks, lover of pie, horror movies and shiny things. she writes about horror and other things, makes pie and shiny things in portland, oregon, where she lives with her husband, shawn (aka shampton). she is the vintage jewelry and yoyo obsessed woman behind the cookoorikoo curtain. email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.