SAG announced the nominees for its annual awards this morning. I'm thrilled to say that the cast of GAME OF THRONES are nominated as Best Performance by an Ensemble in a Television Drama, on a shortlist that also includes our familiar rivals BOARDWALK EMPIRE, BREAKING BAD, DOWNTON ABBEY, and HOMELAND. The guild members also nominated our fearless stuntmen and stuntmen for Outstanding Action Performance by Stunt Ensemble in a Television Series. BOARDWALK EMPIRE, BREAKING BAD, and HOMELAND are up in that category as well, along with THE WALKING DEAD. And Peter Dinklage, our once and future Tyrion Lannister, was nominated as Best Actor in a Television Drama. He will vie for the award against Steve Buscemi (BOARDWALK EMPIRE), Bryan Cranston (BREAKING BAD), Jeff Daniels (THE NEWSROOM), and Kevin Spacey (HOUSE OF CARDS).
For a full list of the nominees, go to:
The SAG nominations follow close on the heels of AFI's annual announcement, recognizing their ten favorite films and television shows of the previous year. GAME OF THRONES made the list for the third year in a row. The AFI recognition is especially nice since it has no winners and no losers; all ten of the chosen films and television shows share the recognition.
AMERICAN FILM INSTITUTE
AFI AWARDS 2013 OFFICIAL SELECTIONS
AFI MOVIES OF THE YEAR
AFI TV PROGRAMS OF THE YEAR
Tomorrow the Golden Globe nominations will be announced, and we'll see if the members of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association will make us three for three. Keep your fingers crossed.
- Locus:Santa Fe
- Current Mood: happy
My wife writes:
Some things are intrinsically hard to write about. Angels may be one of
those things. I have almost never seen them done well in fiction. I
have, however, read really stirring accounts of people who believe that
they have seen real angels. While I have no way to judge the veracity of
their stories, I can feel the power of the narrative. It come with a
sense of awe and wonder.
Somehow, that sense almost never appears in depictions of angels in
fantasy and science fiction. Depictions of angels in genre literature
and media is almost universally negative. They are the real bad guys,
while demons are misunderstood, emo, moody hunks. Or they are weak.
Angels are rigid. Angels are hand-wringers. Angels are boring.
Only the ones who fall in love…emphasis there on the word fall…are
even the slightest bit interesting. When they fall, then they get to be
the cute scruffy hunks.
Read more: http://arhyalon.livejournal.com/321862.h
I am a crappy present-finder. I don't go out much except to grocery and hardware stores. I don't wish to visit things people don't want upon them. My brother is a genius gifter. He always picks something perfect. It's a skill/gene I lack utterly. I have bought the gifts that got those wan smiles. Gifts I thought were pretty good. The bags of interesting foods I gave my in-laws clinched it. I thought so hard, took food allergies into account,and tried hard. They looked perplexed, and laughed in a not nice way. My now considered horrible brother-law flatly rejected a purple umbrella I bought him, knowing it was his favourite colour. "People will think I'm gay." (I gave it to my first ex-mother-in-law, whose umbrella was a shambles. She thought I was doing an angel's work. She's religious in a Sydney Carter way. Her son didn't work out as a husband for me, or eventually others. But she's a sweetie.) I have not attempted to gift said brother-in-law again. Mocking rejecting mother-in law has died. And no, I did not wish it. I have always had a hands-and-attitude-off take on her since my mocked present. I want nothing of hers but her first-borne.
To me, cash to relatively cash-strapped relatives says. "I want you to have what you want. I don't know what it is, but here's a contribution toward it. I love you and trust you to know best what you want." There is no "I owe you." until I have to take them in. Which I can and will do.
I am rubbish with an axe. Admittedly I am also rubbish with saws, but given enough time saws will give results. All the axe did at first was bounce back at me alarmingly. I had more luck sitting on the log to add pressure, at which point an audible crack resounded throughout the tree, and the weakened wood cracked entirely. Who needs an axe with an arse like that?
It was cold when I came home, so I dug the remains of one pheasant out of the bin, and left it feathers and all for the foxes. Not a quill was left this morning. Tonight, the other will go out there too.
Creatively I am not quite dead: I made this earlier. Having no delusions of ability I can enjoy it without needing it to be good, a problem I am currently suffering with my writing.
A good friend of mine brought me two books on initiation, one by Dion Fortune. It's the same chum who told me I would die in the Spring, so clearly my psyche has singled him out. Even as I write this, I understand why; in real life he has a tattoo with symbols that mean 'Heavenly Messenger.'
Cut to a room by the sea; larians — and I had a son who we had taught to swim underwater holding his breath for a long time. We watched him go down to the sea; he was about 15. He went under the water and stayed there for so long I panicked and asked http://larians to go get him. He went, but our son emerged from the water before my partner reached him. He was perfectly OK.
Cut to Dr Who on the top of a double decker bus. A strange object bounced along the bus.
'In my universe, there are turnips!' Yelled the doctor. Beside him appeared a little man in a long stripey hat. The Dr looked at him. 'In my universe there are also magic elves,' he said.
Some of this must be anxiety; I will be on my own in the house tonight, and while consciously I feel all right with that, perhaps on another level there may be misgivings. Dr Who, turnips, and magic elves...clearly my gibberish head still works fine.
The reason for the delay is due to the fact that Christina and I have been very wrapped-up in a large-scale project and have had little time for editing/research.
That being said - I hope to share this large-scale project with you all in the near-ish future. Until then, enjoy this courthouse lost in time.
Across from Monument Park, in Fitchburg, Massachusetts, stands an uncommonly magnificent piece of historical architecture. Local residents know the place well, but to an outsider the purpose of the old structure may not be immediately discernible. The gray stonework, high peaked roofs, and ornate carvings, do not convey the typical tone of an old courthouse, which is what it was constructed as back in 1871. Unfortunately, while the city of Fitchburg continues with the clamor of daily life just outside its doors, the old courthouse sits silent and disused, replaced long ago by present court just across the street.
Though a small portion of the ground level was in use as a law library through late 2013, the upper floors were shuttered at the closing of the last trial to take place here, in the late 1970's. The rooms and chambers above the first floor have since turned into a kind of giant time-capsule, all things left in place from when the last court had adjourned over thirty years ago. The upper-most floors still contain the simple wooden chairs and tables, where jurors would await being called to serve. In the courtroom itself, the state and national flags remain standing, dust covered, high above the judges podium. The air here is still and heavy, doubly so in the hot summer months. Sunlight reflects off the windshields of cars passing below, and dances upon the ceiling. These random flashes are the only bit of movement in the otherwise motionless surroundings.
On each side of the room can be found the jury stand, next to which the bailiff desk, dry-rotting with age. Just beyond lie the deliberation rooms, where a jury would come to a verdict around a circular table. Within the drawers and cubbyholes of these tables can be found scrawled messages from ages past. Pen, pencil, and etched messages convey simple dates such as “Nov 14, 1913” to short memos stating things such as “WF Black of Worchester won $5.00 March 22nd, 1928”.
Today the old Ficthburg Courthouse is mostly a thing of local interest, however it did have its moment in the Hollywood spotlight. The 1961 film “By Love Possessed “ featured the courthouse prominently in the opening sequence, though its role in the movie was that of a gentleman’s club. Even though the film is obscure today, it was a noteworthy event during its time. Directed John Sturgess (The Magnificent Seven, The Great Escape) it was based upon a very popular novel by the same name. Many locals still remember the week in which the film was being shot, primarily due to the fact that production closed down several major roadways. Still others recall being paid as extras, to fill the background of scenes filmed around the city.
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- Current Mood: accomplished
I am not sure. Personally I am both very concerned with clothing and external presentation ... and turned off by them. I remember a lot of conflict with my mother over how I dressed when I was a teenager. Now, I love makeup and clothes, but I work from home and most days I don't get dressed at all.
Right now, as R is entering her awkward phase, I find myself telling her to comb her hair all the time, or that she needs to wash it because it's smelly and greasy. When I do that, I hear my mother in my ear, telling me to wash my hair or wear makeup. E and my mom buy all of R's clothes. I don't think I have ever acquired a single thing for her to wear. I am fine with that. R is not interested in dressing glam or sexy like some other girls her age.
At synagogue I see the 13 year olds who are the friends of the Bar or Bat Mitzvah, and the girls all wear skirts that I think are horrifyingly short. The rule is that the hem has to be at least at fingertip length, which to me is a terribly short standard. When R is that age, I think to myself, will I let her? I know that some battles are better not fought with a teenager, and when we get there, the length of a skirt might seem like too trivial a conflict to get into.
NOTE: there is still time to ask me any question, and I will answer in December.
- Locus:Santa Fe
- Current Mood: geeky
Posted by John
A while ago, I was asked to contribute a chapter to an exciting new book called “The Secret Atlas of North Coast Food,” published by the Heavy Table, and masterminded by James Norton.
I’m a huge fan of Heavy Table – possibly my favorite foodie site in the Midwest – and I love James’ work, so I leapt at the chance. I decided I’d write about, cheerlead for and generally champion Madison’s South Park Street restaurants.
This coming Thursday, December 12, I’ll be signing copies of “The Secret Atlas of North Coast Food” at Madison’s Kitchen Gallery, along with my pal Sean Weitner, and Lindsay Christians (Madisonians with other chapters in it) and James Norton hisself. I’ll also be handing out samples of my pal Markus’ chocolates. They’re really quite good, you know.
The event runs from 5 pm to 7 pm, and if pressed, why yes, certainly I’ll sign other, non-“North Coast” things. But the book itself is gorgeous, the writing and illustrations are terrific. Look, I’m not gonna lie here – I’m really happy with how my chapter turned out. (I have no pretensions of ever becoming a food writer again, but I really wanted to make my little bit of this good.)
So, come on down, hang out, have some chocolates, get some stuff signed! Hope to see you there!
We did tape the panel discussion, for all those who were not there, and hope to be able to upload it onto the internet sometime soon, after editing. And signed copies of DANGEROUS WOMEN -- and many other titles by the participating authors -- are available at the theatre, if you want to swing by. No, sorry, we are not yet able to offer the autographed books by mail order, but we hope to change that soon. Watch this space for an announcement.
Santa Feans (and those passing through) still have a couple of days to catch our three "Dangerous Women" films -- SCARLET STREET, ALIENS, and COFFY. (We may hold over ALIENS, but the other two will close on Thursday).
The films roll on, however, and come Friday we have two cool new offerings set to debut.
In a feature slot, we will have a brand new SF/ horror flick that's been creating quite a buzz at flim festivals, LAST DAYS ON MARS.
And for our late show -- Friday and Saturday only, at 11 -- we have CHRISTMAS WITH THE DEAD, based on a story by JOE R. LANSDALE and introduced by The Man His Own Self. We're looking forward to welcoming Joe to Santa Fe.
Zombies for Xmas. What could be better?
- Locus:Santa Fe
- Current Mood: cheerful
She loves reading, possibly more than anything else. She will pile our laps with books and then sign 'books' at us. "Booo? Boooo?" Nothing makes her happier than turning to her favorite page in any given book and having someone read it to her. (Almost every book has a favorite page.) And she will entertain herself with a book, too, babbling the stories to herself as she turns the pages. Yesterday, she went one step further and... well, I know it's not technically reading and is just memorization, but just LOOK how pleased she is with herself:
(7 second video on Facebook)
Today I've ordered a new printer with my Kickstarter earnings - I'm downgrading, because the 4000 is just more printer than I want on my desk and I want to get rid of the space-hogging 17 x 22 inch media. The R3000 sounds like it handles the thick media I use much better, so I suspect it will actually be an upgrade. I am eyeing a new scanner, too - but the one I really want is $2500, and I just can't justify that kind of expense for something that ultimately only serves my own artwork. The reviews make me absolutely salivate, though. It is an 11 x 17 bed, and it picks up really fine and light pencil details in sketches, which is something lesser scanners just can't do.
In related news, Fantastrix is SOLD OUT. I have two copies un-claimed, and I'm keeping them. I am going to reprint, but the second edition will be the more standard 20 page coloring book, lacking 6 of the pages of the Kickstarter edition, to keep sales simpler (and to reward my beautiful Kickstarter patrons!), and it won't happen immediately. Prices on all coloring books will be going up with the new year, just as a warning! http://www.ellenmilliongraphics.com/colo
I am printing the very last of the *Asterix copies now, including the +10 copies that I reserved for off-Kickstarter sales, and printing two more pages of ACEOs to replace some that got messed up. (Or missed - I think I just counted wrong and missed a page of Dotminatrix ACEOs...) I think the very last orders on my desk - just 7! - all require something I'm waiting on, I'm very excited to have this all wrapped up. Packages are arriving at their homes, and I'm gleefully imagining how happy people are as they unpack them.
I will be sending out Sketch Fest payments today, and doing laundry. Debating bread!
My friend Mr Oka has been inspired by a doses of tea and pocky sticks to produce some illustrations.
I am so flattered that anyone would read my humble books, much less draw a picture of the characters, I would prefer to hear no negative comments about the youthful enthusiasm of the draftsmanship. Beside, my illustrations appearing inside my wife’s UNEXPECTED ENLIGHTENMENT OF RACHEL GRIFFIN are not exactly Rembrandt either (although I like them).
It is a snowy day, the first with accumulating snow that we have
had here in the lower Hudson. I find I like driving in snow less
and less but it is what it is, and on the other hand it has an
attractive side and here is a bench to view that from...
the white world beginning ,if you will here, merges into a place
indistinguishable from snow
the snow from the cloud, the
clouds from the sky.. "
There is this YA book that I read as an adult in my 20s, Homecoming by Cynthia Voight. It's about a girl, Dicey, an oldest sister trying to find a safe place for her three younger siblings when their mother abandons them. They wind up with a cousin who is willing to take them in because she feels it's her duty, though she doesn't enjoy it and the kids don't click with her.
If I had been in Dicey's position, I would have stayed there in that uncomfortable but safe home. Dicey does not. She gets the kids on the road again to look for their grandmother - a difficult woman who initially rejects the kids but ends up being a really wonderful person for them to live with. Dicey didn't know it would work out when she left the cousin. She just wasn't willing to settle. She took a huge risk which, by definition, means that she didn't know that there would be such a payoff with the love and guidance of their grandmother.
I think we are faced with that kind of choice in our lives at least once or twice - safe but not ideal v. the risky unknown. I was shocked, as an adult in my 20s in the middle of this book - at how deeply and completely Dicey would have shown me up. I am risk averse. I would like to think I could take big risks and not settle. I am not sure I have it in me.