Thursday, December 18, 2014

It Sure Made Me Sad

Hey, I wake up this morning and we now like Cuba! Very interesting.

What makes you so sad? You're the saddest girl I ever met. From, 'The Misfits.'

But, I wanna talk about, 'The Misfits.' No, not congress- the movie. Saw it for the first time yesterday.


I hated it. Hate, hate, hate. I cannot think of a more depressing movie. Clark Gable overacted. (didn't he always?) Eli Wallach was scum, as was every other man in the movie, including the misogynistic writer and once husband to MM, Arthur Miller.

In the beginning of the film I thought the dialogue was so ridiculous, but it got a little better towards the end, although I wished I had had several drinks. I truly needed several drinks after viewing this.

I thought Marilyn was fantastic. She was the only shining star in this sickening tripe. I wish she hadn't done it though. She was treated like an object.

Montgomery Clift is hardly bearable to look at. Not because of some accident he had that left his face paralyzed. I didn't even notice that. What I did notice was the look in his eyes. One of such sorrow. A man just waiting to get off the set to drink, drink, drink.

And the horse scene... I actually cried. It was so awful. This film was made in the 60's. I'm going to presume these horses were actually abused and hurt and tortured. Boo to you, John Huston. Mega boos to you, Arthur Miller.

Just skip this wreck. I love old movies and wish more people would find them,, but this.... these misfits truly deserve their name.

 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Oy Vey on my Xmas Tree


I like Christmas lights. I've been known to peruse and cruise the latest candy cane lane, eyes wide open in slow moving car whilst "ooohind and aaahing," but lordy this TV show is ridiculous. Last night I was tuned into the talky box debacle of, 'Light Fight' on ABC. It's a contest in which families try to outdo each other with Christmas with lights, plastic, music, lights, lights, lights!!!! One lady's house almost burned down due to faulty wiring. (No, not her head)

It's freaking over the top! I hate it. One family was kind enough to add a manger, amongst all the flying reindeer and harmonizing LED 16 foot tree.

Ever hear the phrase, "Less is more."?
 (a freakin' long poem by Robert Browning, 'Andrea Del Sarto')

Oy vey.

My entry...



 

Thursday, December 11, 2014

I Ain't Gonna Do That No How

Please Don't Eat the Daisies

“No, I’m sorry I don’t think I’m going to volunteer…in my opinion, elementary schooling… the main purpose of it is to keep the children out of the parent’s hair and vice versa. Those hours when the kids are at school, have for generations been held sacred to American parents. That is when they are free. And I don’t have the faintest intention of giving up that freedom.” a quote from the movie, 'Please Don't Eat the Daisies.' (love that movie)


This is the problem I have with teachers. Stop teaching adults/parents how to behave. When a child is in your hands, do your job and teach. Do not worry about what I do at home. I went to school. I studied (sometimes) I did all that was required of me. I am no longer in school and refuse to sign my child's notes and or school assignments. I don't get paid the big bucks to teach my kid.

Phew, glad to get that off my chest. This rant after reading Lori Garcia's post (Babble.com) Read it here. P.S. You are so calling out the teacher, Lori.


'I’m a responsible parent. I’m a tough disciplinarian. I don’t lie on reading logs. My kids get flu shots and their bedtimes are carved in stone. But in spite of all that Type-A parenting, I’m still human. I make mistakes and forget things once and a while, and recently I forgot to sign my second-grader’s homework. Now keep in mind, he did the homework. He did the math worksheets and the spelling activity. He studied for the geography quiz and practiced for the timed math tests. He did the required reading on his reading log and completed the reading worksheet, but what his mom failed to do was sign off on it.
I get it. I get that my son’s teacher wants parents invested in checking off the completion of every assignment. I get that she wants parents to know what’s going on, but I’d like to believe this truth is evident by the quality of the work he turns in – by the nicely written penmanship, by his carefully written name scrolled across every worksheet (front and back), and by the parent-completed reading log pictured above. But hey, I respect that that two parent signatures each week are her policy and I totally forgot one, but what I’m having a hard time reconciling is the manner in which she chose to communicate with me for a first offensive. Why have we skipped the pleasantries and reached code orange? Whatever happened to sticky notes? Or a polite reminder in the corner?
But the worst part wasn’t how the amber admonition of terror made me feel, it was how my 7-year-old reacted to it. He was afraid to show me his reading log for fear that he’d done something horribly wrong. And sadly, he’d gone above and beyond the 80 minutes of required reading that week only to be rewarded with a herculean orange tongue-lashing? Of course he thought he was in trouble. I felt like I was in trouble!
But was I crazy for feeling so shocked and angry? Was my receptivity meter off? Knowing I have a tendency to be overly sensitive, I took it to Facebook (you know, to the people who know all) to gauge the appropriateness of my reaction.
One-hundred and sixty comments later, I learned my feelings were echoed by all.
Reactions ranged from anger:
That teacher is a jerk off. Our poor kids have so much thrust upon them at school. Seriously, that reaction was over board.
She doesn’t have self control. I would be a bit scared to leave my kids with her.
I have a problem with any teacher who would demand that a parent comply with any sort of arbitrary rule. They can make rules for the kids, but as an adult, I would resent it. I graduated from high school thirty years ago. I’d be tempted to sign my name right under the phrase “bite me.”
Seriously, I would be in the Principal’s office then the district offices. Uncalled for!
What ever happened to lighting a bag of poo on a teachers door step?
To passive-aggressive:
You should get every single parent you know to sign it. Even parents you don’t know.
I would get an orange marker and freaking sign every single thing like that! That’s just rude!
That’s inappropriate on the teacher’s behalf. I would have returned it with my signature in bigger letters and bolder color because I’m feisty like that.
Hmmm just wait till the first time SHE forgets something. Go buy some really bright markers.
Sign your name over the entire page and return it !!!
To understanding:
Don’t take it personally. Assume the teacher is overwhelmed by the number of parents she is dealing with.
While this seems harsh please remember that teachers are under extreme pressure right now. She probably just needs a hug and a bottle of wine.
Maybe remember next time. We teachers put up with a lot. And overlook a lot. Parents need to keep up too. It’s about responsibility which no one is willing to take for themselves. Sad. Maybe the writing was big, but what if that teacher was just sick of her rules and routines and assignments being ignored. Parents who aren’t teachers never try and see the teacher’s side. Ignore it. Bite the bullet and build a bridge and get over it! There are so many other things to be irritated over.
… and everything 145 comments in between could bring.
While some of you might think taking this image to the interwebz is akin to a larger, oranger, equally obnoxious attempt to publicly shame my son’s teacher, that’s not my intention. This note, along with the thousands of others just like it floating in backpacks and tossed in mail piles across America serve as an important starting point for discussions involving parent-teacher communication.
Listen, I’m not a teacher. I can’t possibly speak on behalf of the immense pressures our teachers face. Heck, I can barely maintain my sanity in my son’s classroom for the length of time it takes to volunteer at a class party, let alone be responsible for educating and disciplining them, but there has to be a better way.
That said, I’m a believer in the benefit of the doubt. Maybe my absent signature was the 30th one she’d seen from that week’s homework pile. Maybe she’d had a bad day. Maybe she was overwhelmed. But in spite of all these maybes, there’s a bigger maybe that rises above the rest: maybe she made a mistake. They happen. They happen all the time. I mean, my failure to sign was a mistake, too.
Was this note OK? Absolutely not. But should she be burned at the stake for it? I’m going with no.
But now comes the hard part, the part where I actually have to step out from behind my comfortable keyboard and do something about it. But what?
The all-knowing Facebook had some pretty good suggestions:
I think you should go to the class and speak with her. I’ve found in the years with teachers, it’s much more productive to go to the source. You’ll have to deal with her the rest of the year.
Write a short, polite note about how it was upsetting and could they please be more discrete in the future.
Involving the principal is completely over the top. Make calm, polite contact with the teacher. She will likely agree that she was in the wrong. If she becomes confrontational with you when you are being calm or this happens again, THEN involving the principal would be appropriate.
Just set the example. Anything else is either an overreaction or sinking to a similar level of tactlessness. Don’t completely destroy your future relationship with the teacher. If you say something quietly, like in a short, polite note, she will be embarrassed and say sorry. Then you can both move forward, positively.
After reading through everyone’s comments and talking with my husband, I’ve decided a discreet face-to-face is in order. I intend to bring the note and simply ask whether she felt as if her response was necessary. I’ll explain the way the note made my son and me feel. I’ll ask that future communications be handled differently. But I won’t shame her. I won’t be rude or angry. I won’t sit down with the principal. Instead I’m choosing to trust that things will be handled better next time. And of course, I’ll be sure to sign all homework assignments in the future.
This is my son’s teacher, a woman I will be in contact with for the next seven months. I’ll need her grace as much in the future as she’ll need mine. And on the assumption my son’s teacher was simply having bad day; it doesn’t mean we have to have a bad school year.'
How would YOU handle this situation?
Image credit: Lori Garcia

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Closing Time

Um, yeah, so my post from yesterday just showed up. Where ya been!?

Local cafe

Anyhoooo, remember when I posted I sent in one of my stories to a magazine and I got back the nicest rejection letter? This magazine has(d) been in business for six years. I just found it a few months ago. Well, yesterday, I see the latest issue and inside the editor notes, this will be the last issue. Should I be shocked? Nah. It happens to me all the time. Like the great coffee shop I found on my morning commute to work. So fantastic. It was like a toyland for adults. Coffees, scones, pastries.... Then, the owner started coming in later and later, then she came in one day with her wrists wrapped in casts, then she never came back and the place was sold to some Middle Eastern men who had one pot of coffee and no lovely scones, and sneered at me as I poured my coffee. That was the end for me.

Or how about that great record store? Awesome vinyl records. Rare gems, beautiful posters... Two months. Two lousy months. I go to see an abandoned store, the window covered in soap. One little incense stick on floor to prove I wasn't dreaming.

Oh, how about a complete mall!? Finally got my driver's license. Hello World! A mall! A mall with shoes and books and hippie crap and amazing things to wish for.... Gone, gone, gone, in six months. One shop (the hippie store) remained. It was sad and pitiful to see the Dead look so damn sad. No bongs, no papers, no nothing.

Ooh, ooh, and the tiny little retro shop. Oh, so damn cute. They must have seen me coming because 8x10 notices were placed in the window. Last Day!!! I did get some nice things, but it was a hollow victory inside my velvet capped and beaded head.

So, just beware. I have powers, evil powers. I will kill your business like nobodies business, unless your business happens to be one I truly enjoy. Then, I will kill that one, too.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Smoke a Spud and Beware of T.T.I. (toilet tissue illness)


I love books published by Taschen (a real guy) I found one in the library the other day on ads published in the 1930's. Taschen, as far as I can see has an ad book starting from the 20's and on.

I have not seen any of the other ad books but do intend to seek them out. This book of ads from the 1930's is gorgeous. It also has some racist ads- not surprising. But what really got my attention were ads produced by World Peaceways. They do not mince words over their anti-war sentiment. The ad about the sinking of the Lusitania is quite effective. The ad states it would take the sinking of one Lusitania every day for 50 years to equal the amount of men killed in war. This was the first World War, folks. Wow. I'm not sure if World Peaceways is still in existence. Hard to find any recent info. So, the 1930's... It was the best of times, it was the worst of times....(said someone in the Charles Dicken's book, 'The Tale of Two Cities.')

From JTA.org, 1934

Ad from World Peaceways, 1930's

‘brain Trust’ Needed by Pacifists Declares World Peaceways Chief


Estelle M. Sternberger, executive director of World Peaceways, condemned present methods of pacifists as ineffectual in an address last night over Station dress over Station WEVD. Her speech, “Can Women Stop the Next War?” suggested a more basic approach to the problem than diplomatic courtesies and quibbling over the size and source of armaments.
“The practical need of the peace movement today,” said Mrs. Sternberger, “is a brain trust comparable to that which is functioning in Washington. The economic war can yield the surrender of titans whose fall affords more lasting satisfaction than the brutal triumphs of the battlefield. The movement for peace must be realistic. It must speak the language of the business world.”'


Read more: http://www.jta.org/1934/05/13/archive/brain-trust-needed-by-pacifists-declares-world-peaceways-chief#ixzz3LK0d3qu3



 From boingboing.net *This ad was not in the Taschen book, but I wanted to include it.



'World Peaceways (1930s pacifist/anti-war organization) produced some of the boldest propaganda posters of that era, largely aimed at looking at what had come about in the aftermath of the First World War, including the Depression, and death on a scale the world had not seen before, as well as lasting enmity that was quickly brewing into the Second World War.
The name "World Peaceways" was used in the famous Star Trek episode "City on the Edge of Forever" to represent the pacifist movement that Edith Keeler belonged to. The story claimed that her peace work would keep America out of the war for too long and thus lead to Germany winning and taking over the United States. Kirk HAD to let her die - because if he saved her (as he apparently had) then all of history would change.'


And the kinder, lovelier, funny and weird ads of the 30's

Art Deco...


Smokin' hot artists...

An ad for the movie, 'Mannequin.'














Amazing how many of these companies are still in business. Uh, Spuds? I don't think so.



Weird, eh? She had BO, so could not get a job. Ha!

And this one... How'd you like to visit Germany in 1938?




And talk about propaganda! This is what might happen if you don't wipe yer tushy with Scottissue.

 

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Custom Made

Wow, so much going on around the world. Such sorrow over latest murder of Luke Somers, by terrorist thugs.

However, something else in the news caught my attention. There was a segment in one news program discussing limitations put upon Saudi Arabian women. Women are not allowed to work, go to school, or travel outside the country without a male's permission. Of course, I was enraged. Yet, I listened to one Saudi woman who was educated and worked (permission granted) who said, 'This is our culture, not an American way of life. We will deal with it.'

 I assume many women would not agree with what she said- me included. She is lucky. Many of her countrywomen do not have such luxury. But here I go again, sticking my nose into a life I have not one iota of experiencing. Yet, clearly,Western interference in other countries has destroyed so many cultures and customs.


Well, this is the Thingy blog. I have been known to stick my nose into other peeps biz. If I had a wand and my way.....


China: They would not eat dogs and cats. They may be tasty and may feed hungry children, I still have a problem dining Fido and Bootsy.




Spain: No more bullfighting, or running in the streets, although that does lessen the dumb herd. And stop with the penis architecture!


England: No Mr. Bean or Punch and Judy.


Russia: Gays may come out of closet.


Ireland: The Irish jig is cute for ten seconds and those stupid wigs (American influence?) have to go.

Uppsala
Ox tongue

Sweden, Norway, Finland: Don't be so stuck up, and eat some real food fer chrissakes.