For former fans of Spin City (are there any?) and current fans of Related (again, are there any?) a few pics of Jennifer Esposito. And let's not forget her stunning performance in Dracula 2000.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Jennifer Esposito
For former fans of Spin City (are there any?) and current fans of Related (again, are there any?) a few pics of Jennifer Esposito. And let's not forget her stunning performance in Dracula 2000.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Talk about being Lost
Blink and you might've missed it, but someone sent their computerized robot minion to post a comment here with an old article that tried to advertise her Lost discussion blog.
Now, I love Lost. I'm addicted to it. Every Wednesday my butt is firmly planted in front of the TV. It's the only current show I plan my schedule around (no, not NCIS). But I don't really want to waste much time speculating about every nuance of light and shadow, every passing reference to literature or art, or parsing out the zen wisdom of Locke.
Sure, I have some theories about those mysterious numbers (42? Has no one heard of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? 23? Well, I could tell you, but the Illuminati haven't cleared you for that. Fnord.) But the reason I don't hang on every frame of the show is that I detect two or three red herrings for every clue. I got burned speculating endlessly about X-Files -- and was disappointed when Chris Carter's much-touted mythology just sort of died out. (If anyone can explain the cosmology of X-Files, let me know.) These writers are smart, and if you couldn't guess from the episode Orientation in which Locke's reaction to the Dharma Initiative film was the same as every Lost Fanatic's ("Well. We'll have to watch that again."); the writers are having fun with the audience.
I'm enjoying the ride. I find that I'm more interested in the mystery of the character's backstories than I am about what's going on with that crazy island. I hope we someday find out what happens if the computer isn't refreshed with the numbers, and how the Black Rock ran aground in the middle of the jungle. But I can wait. I'm patient.
NCIS
Anyway, I was discussing (lamenting) the change in brunettes on the show at lunch the other day. Poor Kate (played by Sasha Alexander) was shot in the head at the close of last season. This season, in a move that seems to defy logic for those of us who remember the Jonathon Pollard espionage case, the character has been replaced by a Mossad agent (played by South American actress Cote de Pablo).
Halloweenie Costume Review
Darth Vader made a strong showing. Most were the familiar -- vaguely Freudian silhouette -- black helmet versions. One kid wore Jedi robes with burn make-up for extra points.
Batman was a close second. (I thought the movie revenues were down this summer? You wouldn't know it to see costume picks.) and several Spiderman clones. (But not one Scarlet Spider, for you clone afficionadoes.) We had a few cowboys, but my wife pointed out they were probably Woody from Toy Story. (Insert your own sophomoric joke here.) There were exactly two boy pirates, and a lonely little ninja. But at least the ninja had a great costume with twin swords. There was one confused teenager wearing basketball shorts, football shoulder pads and a baseball hat. Thankfully, we had only one group of teenagers too cool for costumes.
Hey, if you're too cool for costumes, you're too cool to beg for candy. Sorry.
Costumes for girls seemed even less varied. Four kinds: Princesses, witches, lady pirates, and babies (pajamas, pig tales, and pacifiers). My wife commented that girls who choose to dress like princesses and babies may have some psychological attachment to the notion of helplessness. She wondered about their self-image.
We dressed our little girl as a ladybug. Cute.
As for me. I wore my Punisher skull T-shirt over black jeans, combat boots, and under a black trenchcoat. My wife would've killed me but good if I wore the matching gunbelt, so I left it nealty folded on the shelf. Maybe she was right, I got compliments from a couple of adults who thought it was just a spooky shirt. The one kid who recognized me got an extra peanut butter cup.
Not me, but a reasonable facsimile...
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Kuji
Don't you believe it. As with most legends, there is always an element of truth to the hype. But let's start with this little tidbit, kuji were not unique to the ninja. In fact, many traditional martial arts (Yagyu Shinkage Ryu, for example) dating back to the Japanese feudal period contain these hand signs, known throughout Buddhist thought as mudra, but under several different names according to the different martial arts.
Mudra were part of the Buddhist mind-spirit technology that modern, Western science is only recently begun to explore. They are similar in some ways to yoga. Each position is supposed to be part of a meditation. As the person practices the mental part of the meditation and physical position, it becomes easier and easier to fall into the state of suggestion. Eventually, the person should fall into the associated mediation almost as soon as the mudra is formed.
So, for example, if the mediatation is a typical warrior's self-affirmation of "I am invincible; woe to all who face me," it would be accompanied by a particular hand sign, and probably also a guided visualization of the practitioner acting invincible. So, let's say that cornered ninja decides he needs a little confidence boost before he faces those samurai guards. He would form the mudra, or kuji, and fall into the feeling associated with the self-affirmation. That would help. A little. Maybe. But it is better than peeing his pants. Which is why warriors adapted this technique from religious practice to martial application. Hope is a universal human virtue; and we can all use a little more hope in our lives.
This concept is not completely foreign to Westerners. The most common Western mudra is the clasped hands of prayer. Notice too that we have a few variations on this form that have various "meanings" associated with them. The palm/fingers touching flat tends to connote piety. Clasping the hands together with the fingers clenched and curled back connotes a certain desperation to the prayer. See, it's not so weird.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Who Ya Gonna Call?
Well, Halloween is coming, and I suppose I should pull the trigger on this little item...
News from the Vatican.
What can you expect when they elect the former High Inquisitor to be the Pope?
In theory, of course, if you believe in God, there's no good reason to discount the Powers of Darkness. So I am loathe to make too much fun of the idea that once in a blue moon demons might attack a human being. But with all the suffering and pain we folks cause each other all on our own, I don't think the citizens of Pandemonium really need to be working overtime. Heck, they might as well have been on vacation in the Carribbean through most of the 20th Century. (Hmmm, that might be as good an explanation for this year's hurricane season as any other...)
Arrgghh! Avast!
A few weeks ago, I spread the gospel on International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
I came across this article on the BBC website about a recent incident in the Indian Ocean.
Pirates are not a thing of the past. They still exist and still cost international shipping millions of dollars a year.
Far from being romantic figures of swashbuckling legend, modern pirates are little better than thugs.
Prom Night Hijinx
I don't know who these people are. It's amazing what you get when you Google certain phrases, like, "Prom Night."
I wen in search of an image to match these two stories about a school in Long Island that has decided to cancel the Prom. The reason? They are fed up with the financial decadence and sordid activities that has taken over the event. In their own words, "we are willing to sponsor a prom, not an orgy."
Now, this picture (not related to the school in the article) doesn't include the sex, drugs, and alcohol that have come to be prom night staples, but I do think it hints at the conspicuous consumption that has gripped the Prom experience. An SUV Limo? Yikes.
Maybe I'm just old, but I remember begging my dad to borrow the "nice" car to drive myself to the Prom. Limos weren't unheard of, but still rare. I balked at the $50 it cost to rent the tux. What do you guys think? Has Prom Night become something far different than it was intended to be?
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Killa Cap'n K
That's it.
There's no exposition about Kronos' origins; how he got into the vampire hunting business, why he carries a Japanese samurai sword, or why all these continental Europeans all speak the Queen's English are unanswered questions. But there is no shortage of gloomy gothic atmosphere, buckles being swashed, or bodice-ripping.
My favorite scenes include: Kronos is confronted in a tavern by three bully boys in a vignette pulled from countless cliched Westerns. With lightning quick reflexes, Kronos dispatches them before they, or indeed the audience, relizes he's drawn
The other scene is an extended torture "gag" worthy of Quentin Tarantino. Kronos is fishing for information from a vampire. One of the movie's more ingenious conceits is that different breeds of vampires must be killed with different methods -- fire, stake, hanging, etc. The relentless earnestness with which the scene is pursued usually elicts a chuckle from jaded horror movie fans.
Captain Kronos is an early attempt at mixing horror's traditional tropes with those of other genres such as action and comedy. It largely succeeds. Released as it was in 1974, it was slightly ahead of its time, and perceived as a real oddity as horror films moved to more contemporary settings in The Exorcist, The Omen and The Amityville Horror. The genre mixing plays rather better today than it did back then, however it has a somewhat slower pace than modern audiences expect in either action or horror films. This lends it a fairy tale quality and it seems to unfold at a dreamlike pace.
Really geeky fans will recognize some images as reminiscent of Robert E. Howard's Solomon Kane character, a dour Puritan swordsman given to vengeful quests and battling the supernatural. Anime freaks may see parallels with the Japanese film Vampire Hunter D. Some have even identified similarities to Wesley Snipes' first Blade movie.
And did I mention that it features Caroline Munro?
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Rachel Wiesz
Tantojutsu
One reason there is such interest in this art is that it seems readily applicable to modern day needs. Take a look around the next time your're out and about and check out how many folks have folding knives clipped to their pockets or waistbands. Other types of knife-based martial arts -- Sayoc Kali, escrima, arnis, etc. -- from elsewhere in the world have gained popularity, but little has been forthcoming about the Japanese arts. This has lead some to believe that tantojutsu is a super-secret, unbeatable art. As always, there have been those willing to fraudulantly pass on the "secrets" of fictitious techniques. Others have claimed that tantojutsu is a disreputable art inextricably linked with the shadow world of the Japanese Yakuza.
It isn't so much that tantojutsu is a deliberately hidden art. It isn't that it doesn't exist at all. And tantojutsu is not part of a secret underground. It is simply that "tantojutsu" is part of several different Japanese martial arts traditions, and not generally a separate and discrete martial art. The information that is out there about the remaining tanto techniques is often unrecognized and misapplied.
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