tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45678628076728819202024-02-20T19:19:32.365-08:00Texasville, CALife and Writing Abroad, as in, Outside the Lone Star StateKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-1801834803367090232010-08-15T12:19:00.000-07:002010-08-15T12:37:20.157-07:00Footwear Essentials<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/TGg-AFEEPOI/AAAAAAAAHOo/M09Aqu3iS8E/s1600/Tony+Lamas.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/TGg-AFEEPOI/AAAAAAAAHOo/M09Aqu3iS8E/s320/Tony+Lamas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505718715540585698" border="0" /></a>In approximately 4-5 business days, I'll be wearing these until they fall apart. Even then, I'll probably pay big bucks to have them stitched back together. That's what my husband does with his boots, a pair of 1883 Luccheses.<br /><br />I'm a boot snob, I won't lie. I turn my nose up at rubber soles. But I'm guilty of wanting champagne on a beer budget when it comes to boots. I want soft leather, perfect stitching, good support, no break-in, a leather sole, a clean, cold echo in the heel. But I don't have two large to drop on a pair of boots. Who does?<br /><br />In a perfect world, I'd spring for a pair of Luccheses--handmade, custom boots out of El Paso, Texas. But it's hard to find a pair under $300, and even a pair under $500 is looking at the low-end of things. One day, my friends. One day. In the meantime, Tony Lamas are a close second. The countdown starts now.<br /><br />I've been in the market for new boots for a while. But let me tell you, pickins' is slim in this part of the world. They stack up a few boxes of cheesy Ariats with faux pink ostrich and rubber, tire tread soles and call them "cowboy boots." Please. (See below for reference)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/TGhBloSxeLI/AAAAAAAAHOw/Mo9fpshO5eU/s1600/Pink.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/TGhBloSxeLI/AAAAAAAAHOw/Mo9fpshO5eU/s320/Pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505722659187554482" border="0" /></a>Luckily, Zappos.com has a fine selection of western-style boots. Um, no tax? FREE shipping?! Sign. me. up.<br /><br />By the by, <span style="font-style: italic;">Galveston </span>is going pretty darn well. I have the inkling it's going to leave me feeling a little numb after I turn the last page. I'm preparing myself already.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-3270703328599792522010-08-13T16:25:00.000-07:002010-08-13T16:48:01.793-07:00Galveston: A Novel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/TGXUmxJ5a_I/AAAAAAAAHOg/f1elRlmxUaQ/s1600/480663479-218x330.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/TGXUmxJ5a_I/AAAAAAAAHOg/f1elRlmxUaQ/s320/480663479-218x330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505039882025266162" border="0" /></a>Twice in one week. What can I say, I'm on a roll. But I think it's time to face the music: the literary and movie-making worlds have Texas on the brain.<br /><br />I read about <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Galveston-A-Novel-ebook/dp/B003L786RI/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2">Galveston</a> </span>by Nic Pizzolatto in <span style="font-style: italic;">Texas Monthly</span> recently and put it on my list. After all, I've spent a fair amount of time browsing the earthy boutiques on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strand_Historic_District">the Strand</a>, pretending to like Moody Gardens, and shaking off the chills when I catch one of those <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galveston_hurricane_of_1900">'1900 Storm Survivor'</a> badges on one of the buildings. Indeed, Galveston is the neighbor of my childhood.<br /><br />But today, whilst stalking books on Amazon, my clicking finger hovering feverishly over the Whispersync button (have I mentioned I love Kindle for PC?), the powers that be tossed Galveston onto my recommendations list. Why do I get the feeling I'm being watched?<br /><br />Needless to say, that $11.99 Kindle price didn't faze me and I will be devouring <span style="font-style: italic;">Galveston </span><span>this weekend</span><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span> I mean, wouldn't you?:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"On the same day in 1987 he's diagnosed with lung cancer, Roy Cady flees New Orleans, taking along Raquel Rocky Arceneaux, a pretty 18-year-old with a lurid past, whom he rescues from some hoods in the wake of a bloodbath. Rocky persuades him to stop in Orange, Texas, to pick up Tiffany, her three-year-old sister, and by the time they reach refuge in a rundown Galveston motel, 40-year-old Roy finds himself an unlikely father figure even as he struggles with a romantic attraction to Rocky. Pizzolatto's insightful portrayal of the heroic Roy, who takes a beating for trying to help the two girls, is rough and tumble real. As Pizzolatto switches smoothly between past and present, he vividly captures Galveston in all its desperate vulnerability as it faces the approach of Hurricane Ike in September 2008."</span><br /><br />I'm sorry, Mr. Pizzolatto, but have we met somewhere before? This novel sounds like it was written to and for moi, not to sound self-centered or anything crazy like that. A lovable criminal? A deteriorating southern backdrop? A somewhat questionable love story? Um, yes, yes, and yes, wrap that up for me please.<br /><br />Not to mention, the book is set practically in my back yard. My beloved father was once the district leading rusher for the Little Cypress Bears in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orange,_Texas">Orange, Texas</a>. And Hurricane Ike kept that same father (and mother and sister) stranded in Memorial for three weeks without power.<br /><br />Will report back with post-read thoughts. But in the meantime, is it just wishful thinking or is there something of a Texas obsession lately? But if so, who's to blame for this? <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No_Country_for_Old_Men_%28film%29">McCarthy</a>? Maybe. He's a worthy scape goat. But I prefer to blame <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Riggins">Tim Riggins</a>. He's better looking.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-28737983305423985882010-08-12T22:25:00.000-07:002010-08-12T23:00:44.932-07:00The Killer Inside Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/TGTX_114yHI/AAAAAAAAHOY/VIrRQuNa1V4/s1600/The-Killer-Inside-Me-005.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/TGTX_114yHI/AAAAAAAAHOY/VIrRQuNa1V4/s200/The-Killer-Inside-Me-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504762136338417778" border="0" /></a>I know, I know. I've been away for a pretty darn good little while. What can I say. Writing blogs for other people keeps me pretty busy. But I recently sat down for this utterly disturbing movie set in the west Texas landscape and I just had to scratch my blog itch.<br /><br />It's Saturday night and the Kentuckian and I have entirely too many movie options at our disposal. More is not always better, folks, sometimes it's just more. Between OnDemand and Netflix Instant Streaming to the XBox, we can easily spend an hour trying to decide what to watch, especially when he's in one of his moods, God bless him. On this particular night, he was in the mood for something bloody and scary. When we read 'WARNING: Graphic sex and violence' in the description for <span style="font-style: italic;">The Killer Inside Me</span>, by golly we were sold.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Killer Inside Me </span>stars Casey Affleck as Lou Ford, an anti-hero of epic proportions hiding a taste for brutal violence and murder beneath the exterior of a soft-spoken southern gentleman. He poses as a tender-hearted deputy sheriff in a 1950s west Texas town, but really he has a "sickness." He's a serial killer, see. When he has the chance to avenge the death of his adopted brother, he suffers a flare-up and the results are truly nauseating.<br /><br />Lou's crimes are sloppy and brutal. I had to avert my eyes. Bloody, yes, but hardly in the style of your modern day horror flick. Lou's style of murder is just plain sickening. I won't soon forget those moments. That's just it: this is not a horror flick, even though it is terrifying. The story is based on a classic piece of noir fiction from Jim Thompson, a major player in the hard boiled cannon, if there is such a thing, and I promptly added to my list of books to be read int he near future.<br /><br />Kate Hudson is charming with a little extra flesh on her bones (The Kentuckian pointed this out) and Jessica Alba is surprisingly believable as the town prostitute with nothing but love in her heart for the homicidal lawman. Affleck's understated performance as the manipulative, unraveling lunatic of a protagonist is pretty spot-on and the script is surprisingly humorous at times. And then, of course, there's Texas. The unpretentious backdrop, dry and unforgiving, and ever present. I can't say if I really loved the movie--or just the scenery.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-85833402095250029502010-04-15T11:00:00.000-07:002010-04-15T11:22:05.583-07:00Green, American Style<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S8dUlQNSX0I/AAAAAAAAHJs/bcnDEtG47bw/s1600/annacovernew.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S8dUlQNSX0I/AAAAAAAAHJs/bcnDEtG47bw/s200/annacovernew.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460426072192606018" border="0" /></a>In college, I took an amazing class titled Feminisms and the Environment. My professor was a vegan lesbian who was in a wheel chair because she lost both her legs (and most of her hands) in an arson fire. I enrolled in the class because I needed to satisfy a liberal arts requirement. Part of the beauty of attending a liberal arts college. (I'll do a post on the benefits of a lib arts education in another post, swears.)<br /><br />The most awesome thing about this gal wasn't that she kept an amazing pace despite her limitations. She and her partner, another faculty member, worked on an organic co-op in their spare time. She hiked regularly. Drove herself to and from class. She distributed hand-outs herself instead of enrolling a student to do it for her. But she valued my opinions as much as my more radical fellow students. And at the end of the semester, she told me how much she enjoyed having me in her class. Me. A straight, white, moderate girl of middle-class upbringing who wore heels to class instead of Birkenstocks and ratty t-shirts with "Blessed Anarchy" hand-painted on. (True story, folks.) And yet, I cannot remember her name. Sad, I know.<br /><br />This class literally changed who I am because it's where I had my first "aha" moments, if you will, about how inextricably linked we are with our environment. I won't get on my soap box, but even now, I'm always trying to make the most environmentally responsible choice possible and living in California, it's only gotten worse. And where I come from, the Texas Gulf Coast, recycling is reason enough to be labeled a "liberal." In the age of Obama, that's a dirty word in those parts.<br /><br />That's why I was so excited to read about this new book by Anna Clark, <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Green-American-Style-Becoming-Earth-Friendly/dp/0801013348/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1271353535&sr=8-1">Green, American Style</a>.</span> In the book, Anna makes the case that environmentalism is inherently American and it doesn't have to be a political position. Rather, it should be viewed as a human decision.<br /><br />I'm reading this book asap and hopefully, I have more wisdom on my side next time I get into a debate with my family, who throws away plastic bottles even though a truck picks them up with the trash. Thanks, Anna, for blurring those party lines for us! It's not either/or. It's both/and.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Green, American Style</span> was released on April 1st, 2010 and it's available on Kindle! Anna Clark owns and runs and sustainable consulting firm and you can learn more about Anna and her work <a href="http://www.annamclark.com/">here</a>.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-29384052500100826012010-03-31T20:36:00.000-07:002010-04-01T09:37:05.117-07:00Where Else Can You Get That?I frequently find myself in conversations in which I'm <a href="http://katemarielong.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-rodeo-tour.html">defending the virtue of country music</a>. Yet, you never know where you'll find validation for the things you love.<br /><br />In the book I'm currently reading, the author articulates the beauty of the genre so simply:<br /><br />"'Each song is a narrative,' he explained. 'Conflict, crisis, and resolution, all in three minutes. Where else can you get that?'"<br /><br />This quote is delivered by an Indian-American surgeon. Who knew? See, you don't have to be from Texas to love country music after all. Although I think it helps.<br /><br />(By the way, current read is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Playing-Novel-Melanie-Abrams/dp/0802170471/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1270093272&sr=8-1"><span style="font-style: italic;">Playing </span></a>by Berkeley's own <a href="http://www.melanieabrams.com/Default.aspx?tabid=183">Melanie Abrams</a>. Not a waiting room read, folks. But compelling nonetheless.)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-27917202344934392332010-03-30T17:29:00.000-07:002010-03-30T22:43:29.866-07:00Crazy Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S7LcRSrmn7I/AAAAAAAAHIo/SYgLhOeOz40/s1600/200px-Crazy_heart_poster.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S7LcRSrmn7I/AAAAAAAAHIo/SYgLhOeOz40/s200/200px-Crazy_heart_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454664288329703346" border="0" /></a>So, I almost didn't see this movie. One, the Kentuckian couldn't muster much enthusiasm for it. And this was due in part to the fact that some friends of ours who had seen it said it was the worst movie they'd ever seen.<br /><br />Yes. The worst EVER. Strong words, I dare say.<br /><br />These "friends" said it was so depressing and boring that one among them considered walking out mid-reel and another contemplated stabbing herself in the eyes with the spoon end of an Icee straw. Needless to say, I had my doubts. I wasn't expecting much. And maybe this is exactly why I LOVED it.<br /><br />Yes. Love is a word you might think I used somewhat casually. In fact, I only use it when necessary. And this is an issue of necessity. <span style="font-style: italic;">Crazy Heart</span> is beautifully acted (obviously), the music is incredible, and I can't wait to see it again.<br /><br />I'd heard <span style="font-style: italic;">Crazy Heart</span> compared to last year's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wrestler</span>. The comparison left me a little depressed. Perhaps it was the residue of the depression which followed watching <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wrestler</span> the first time. Talk about a wrist-cutter. I'm tellin' ya. That movie put me in some kinda awful funk. But <span style="font-style: italic;">Crazy Heart</span> was different even though there are some similarities.<br /><br />"Bad" Blake is a washed up but legendary country star wallowing in resentment that his protege's career eclipses his own. He meets a young reporter and they fall in love and he plays the part of father to her son very well. The relationship inspires Bad to seek out his own estranged son and start writing songs again. When the relationship ends after Bad loses her son in the Houston tunnels, Bad finally gets sober to get back what he's lost.<br /><br />This is a movie about redemption that's truly about redemption. Not redemption through death, which seems to be the only way to find redemption in movies lately (see: <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wrestler</span>). Jeff Bridges is superb as Bad ("Friends" said you could actually smell his whiskey breath through the screen). But what's even better is the music.<br /><br />Co-written and produced by T-Bone Burnett (raised in Ft. Worth) and Texas-by-way-of-New-Mexico artist Ryan Bingham. (Just downloaded his first album from iTunes. Amazing.) Everything T-Bone touches turns to gold, including the music of <span style="font-style: italic;">Cold Mountain</span>,<span style="font-style: italic;"> O Brother Where Art Thou</span>, and the Robert Plant/Alison Kraus collaboration, <span style="font-style: italic;">Raising Sand</span>. The original songs from the movie are already personal favorites, especially "I Don't Know" and "Fallin' and Flyin'."<br /><br />I know the merits of the movie have been beaten to death by the critics, Academy, etc, etc. But I had to say my piece. It's right up there with the other contemporary Texas classics, like <span style="font-style: italic;">No Country for Old Men</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada</span>. If you love country music, if you love Texas, you will love this movie.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-59661925790348041362010-03-23T16:06:00.001-07:002010-03-23T16:57:06.342-07:00St. Selena, TX<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S6lJlc-NplI/AAAAAAAAHH8/Uq0Jdy2jiBI/s1600-h/Selena.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S6lJlc-NplI/AAAAAAAAHH8/Uq0Jdy2jiBI/s320/Selena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451969731689817682" border="0" /></a>In this month's issue of <a href="http://www.texasmonthly.com/magazine/selena"><span style="font-style: italic;">Texas Monthly</span></a>, the Mike Leach vs. Texas Tech scandal is just a smattering of text on the cover. The rest of the design is an iconic-style portrait of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selena">Selena Quintanilla Perez</a>, who is perhaps the patron saint of Texas. And undoubtedly the Queen of Tejano Music, as the article claims.<br /><br />It also says that even when she broke attendance records with her final performance in the Astrodome at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, she was virtually unknown to white audiences. I can't say this is true for myself. But maybe I had an edge because I lived in the same town where she was born and attended the same elementary school she did. Unfair advantages, to be sure.<br /><br />I still remember when she was killed. Murdered, rather, by her own friend. I was in junior high, eleven years old. The hallways were very somber and lots of students were even in tears. A large percentage of the students at my school were Latino and many of my best friends were Latino. They grew up speaking Spanish, unlike Selena herself, and loved her music. Her English cross-overs "Dreaming of You" and "I Could Fall in Love" were anthems at school dances for years after.<br /><br />Fifteen years later, her songs take me back to Texas, to my schools where whites and Latinos sit side by side in class rooms and at lunch tables. They share a culture if they choose to. I can't see that here in California. Maybe I'm missing it. But it seems like everyone stays away from each other.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S6lUzt4kmhI/AAAAAAAAHIE/bVi6758Aa6s/s1600-h/cover.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S6lUzt4kmhI/AAAAAAAAHIE/bVi6758Aa6s/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451982071375632914" border="0" /></a><br />Issues like immigration law and teaching Spanish in schools are controversial. Almost too controversial to talk about--depending on who you're talking to and what side of the fence you're on. I can't help thinking we're all in this together. Nothing proves that more than Selena's popularity during her lifetime and her legacy after her death.<br /><br />She is/was both/and. Both Texan and Latino, an icon to Spanish-speaking peoples on both sides of the border. Yet she was neither: self-conscious about her Spanish in Mexico, American as apple pie. Can I not claim Selena as part of my culture because I'm white? Some would say so.<br /><br />The Kentuckian grew up in a predominantly black community in northern Kentucky. Granted, even today, a well-to-do black real estate agent drives his Hummer with trepidation in to rural communities in this part of the world. But the Kent was surrounded by the African-American culture of the South. Played side by side with them in basketball games. They were his friends. They became men together. A regular Larry Bird. He is white with black influences to be sure. Is it any less real because he isn't black?<br /><br />We're so focused on lines and boundaries and rules. I decide what defines my culture, don't I? Selena was born on the Gulf Coast of Texas. We are the same. My people came from Europe. Hers came from Mexico. But we are both Texans.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-41961365906910190672010-03-22T16:55:00.001-07:002010-04-26T21:52:31.282-07:00Justified: A Review, or, A Quick Lesson in Showing vs. Telling (from a person unqualified to deliver such lessons)So in honor of the one-week anniversary of my initial promise of a full-blown review of FX's new series <span style="font-style: italic;">Justified</span>, I thought I might actually do that. I'm a fair-weather blogger, what can I say. (And we are having some darn fine weather here in NorCal.) Don't expect this baby all shiny-like on a book shelf any time soon!<br /><br />Anywho, my initial assessment of the pilot is: hmmm. This is code for "C." Bordering on "C+." Maybe I had really high expectations. But the first episode left a little to be desired because...<br /><br />Too much telling, not enough showing. The cardinal rule of good story-telling: show, don't tell. Is it possible to "tell" in the film/television versions of story-telling? Yes, friends, why yes it is. For example...<br /><br />(Please don't ask me to direct-quote. My talents lie elsewhere. Brace yourself for some gross paraphrasing.)<br /><br />Example: TELLING<br /><br />In the pilot, we meet a former pal of Raylan's (Raylan is the lead, by the way) who's since left his coal-digging days behind and turned into a neo-Nazi terrorist. Since Raylan is the U.S. marshal hot on his heels, you'd think this would create some emotional conflict. Yeah, not really.<br /><br />How many times do they need to tell us--through dialogue--that the main man and his white supremacist nemesis used to "dig coal together." We got it. But such telling does not a moral dilemma make. Raylan has to actually give two squirrels about the guy. And this was not demonstrated. Rather, we're supposed to buy said dilemma because we're being hit over the head with it through dialogue.<br /><br />We didn't get a sense of the coal mining industry in KY and how it bonds men together. We didn't get to see another side of our protagonist or his blood-thirsty bigot of a former pal (which is even MORE interesting). Missed opportunities all around.<br /><br />Example: SHOWING<br /><br />Raylan heads to the courthouse to get a look at his ex-wife as she pounds the keys as a court reporter. She's all gorgeous with perfectly styled waves dangling in her face. (How does one type at break-neck speeds while hair hangs in one's face?) One of the best moments in the show! Point delivered! He still carries a torch for the ex! Well done! So much better than giving us another awkward line about how he's not over her. Which is hurl-inducing.<br /><br />Example: TELLING<br /><br />Darn-near final scene of the pilot. Raylan sneaks in to aforementioned ex's new home. They skirt onto the deck for a little chit chat (the new man in her life doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that a) her ex husband just broke into their house or b) she's having a quiet moment with him...still in their house)). She says something like "If you were gonna shoot him you would have done it six years ago when I left you."<br /><br />Ugh. Quick. Cram in some back story. Like we give a whiz how long it's been.<br /><br />They chit chat some more, about what I can't really remember, it was that uninteresting. But the conversation eventually leads her to say, "Raylan, you're the angriest man I've ever known."<br /><br />Ugh. Missed opportunities a'plenty.<br /><br />Please. Don't tell us the guy's got deep, dark, chocolate layers. That he's battling his own demons, rage, and pain as he wipes clean the streets of Lexington. Show us! We're begging you! P<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S9ZtRT6FqGI/AAAAAAAAHKM/KG0V0FIayVk/s1600/Breaking+bad.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S9ZtRT6FqGI/AAAAAAAAHKM/KG0V0FIayVk/s200/Breaking+bad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464675342029793378" border="0" /></a>oor Olyphant doesn't have two twigs to rub together to make some fire for his character. You tell me, would you rather see he's an angry man through the plot, the acting, etc? Not through dialogue?<br /><br />The producers of this show could take a few cues from those of <span style="font-style: italic;">Breaking Bad</span><span>, which is probably the best show on TV right now.</span> The main character, Walt, an over-qualified high school chemistry teacher turned meth cook, is a pretty angry dude. Right away, we know why. His career is in the toilet. He's probably dying of cancer. Soon. And he's broke. Do they find not-so-clever way to tell us Walt's angry? No way. Instead, they have Walt do surprisingly uncharacteristic things like hurl a pizza onto his soon-to-be-ex-wife's roof. ANGRY MEN TEND TO LOSE THEIR COOL once in a while. So far, Raylan's got it together. Despite the telling, I'm having a hard time buying this angry business.<br /><br />Despite this glaring flaw, will I keep watching? Yes! I have hope. Mostly because the plot itself has promise and it's got some interesting female characters (battered housewife shoots her husband and happens to be Raylan's high school crush). But the script needs some work and ole Timothy needs to kick it up a notch in the acting department. I'd like to keep thinking <span style="font-style: italic;">Hitman</span> was a fluke.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-91714030405253806882010-03-16T21:17:00.000-07:002010-03-16T21:32:17.253-07:00Justified: A Post Dedicated to my One True Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S6BYA5DIKxI/AAAAAAAAHF8/vEY_IwSA7Vc/s1600-h/aboutTheShowPhoto.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S6BYA5DIKxI/AAAAAAAAHF8/vEY_IwSA7Vc/s320/aboutTheShowPhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449452321455483666" border="0" /></a>For today's post, we will deviate from our regularly scheduled programming to pay homage to the Blue Grass State, also the home turf of my One and Only, appropriately named "The Kentuckian."<br /><br />In about forty minutes, FX premiers <a href="http://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/originals/justified/aboutTheShow.php">a new series</a>, a new series I will be sampling for a few reasons:<br /><br />--It's about Kentucky.<br /><br />--My husband's from Kentucky.<br /><br />--It's based on a short story by <a href="http://www.elmoreleonard.com/">Elmore Leonard</a>. (Fess up, you LIKED <span style="font-style: italic;">Out of Sight</span>. Even J-Lo couldn't ruin that one.)<br /><br />--The main character looks darn good in a Stetson and boots (Timothy Olyphant. See above.)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Justified </span>is a new series on FX (10 pm Pacific, Tuesdays) about a Deputy U.S. Marshal in eastern Kentucky upholding the law and confronting his past (a past primarily composed of criminal relatives and gorgeous women (which the Kentuckian will enjoy)). I'm looking forward to the snappy dialogue Leonard does so well, some raw sexual tension, and maybe a few toothless hillbillies. (The Kentuckian has beautiful teeth, by the way.)<br /><br />Will tune in for a post-premier review tomorrow!<br /><br />(Photo shamelessly lifted from www.fxnetworks.com)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-46050928454697985882010-03-15T21:20:00.000-07:002010-03-15T21:47:29.517-07:00The Last Rodeo Tour<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S58HOb6AVRI/AAAAAAAAHF0/_v4C296SN2w/s1600-h/BD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S58HOb6AVRI/AAAAAAAAHF0/_v4C296SN2w/s200/BD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449082018732201234" border="0" /></a>As some of you might already know (let's face it, if you live in Texas, you probably DO already know), <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brooks_&_Dunn#Retirement">Brooks and Dunn</a> have announced their retirement. Old news, I know. However, <a href="http://www.rodeohouston.com/concerts/brooks-and-dunn.aspx">their upcoming performance at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo</a> pours salt in my wounds since I will not--repeat, will NOT--be there. March 20. Reliant Stadium. Please go and send a piece of the bittersweet joy to me via carrier pigeon.<br /><br />Country music is something I really, really, really miss about Texas. I tell you, I've never listened to so much country music in my life since I moved out of Texas. Sometimes, it's my only salvation. A little <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pat_Green">Pat Green</a>. A little <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willie_Nelson">Willie Nelson</a>. A little <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Strait">George Strait</a>. Just puts me right in a mood. However, the Kentuckian doesn't much have a heart for Alan Jackson's "Dallas." I think it's a little too close to home.<br /><br />Country music gets no R-E-S-P-E-C-T here on the west coast. I know, there is bad country and there's good country. I'll be the first to tell you that. At times, the puns and double entendres are too much even for me. But classic, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outlaw_country">outlaw</a>, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_country_music">Texas</a> country get an automatic "in." And so does George Strait. Because he's George. That's all.<br /><br />I'm telling you, though, Californians have no love for the steel guitar and the fiddle.* I recently attended a barbeque in honor of March Madness (in which no basketball was watched and the ribs were inedible (we'll discuss BBQ in another post)) and somehow, a country song found its way into the carefully constructed Lil' Wayne play list. You would have thought it was Nickelbach or Creed or some shite like that from the volume of screeching. The host quickly corrected his party foul and replaced said country song with another, more appropriate tune in which I'm sure Alvin and Co. were on backup.<br /><br />I'm no square. I love a good bass-busting, pants-sagging, ho-bashing track every now and again. I know <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%27s_Hard_out_Here_for_a_Pimp">it's hard out here for a pimp</a>. But I do question the psychological fortitude of a person who cannot muster the slightest appreciation for country's greatest hits. The angst! The loneliness! The longing! What's not to love? Give me Willie and Waylon and the boys any day.<br /><br />*I recognize that not ALL Californians are country haters. Just the ones I know, of course.<br /><br />(Photo shamelessly lifted from www.brooks-dunn.com)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-40070836092036037342010-03-07T14:30:00.000-08:002010-03-07T14:59:16.442-08:00Put a Sock in it, Jess<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S5QpMjSG2bI/AAAAAAAAHFo/jRfSFzEEeZo/s1600-h/20100224-tows-jessica-simpson-1-300x205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S5QpMjSG2bI/AAAAAAAAHFo/jRfSFzEEeZo/s200/20100224-tows-jessica-simpson-1-300x205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446023145004128690" border="0" /></a>Did anyone else see Jessica Simpson on Oprah last week? (See notes on interview <a href="http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/The-Price-of-Beauty-with-Jessica-Simpson">here</a>.) Jessica, while lovely (and apparently dynamite in the ole sackaroo), probably did well to abstain from commenting on the media scrutiny of her so-called "weight." The more she talked, the more I cringed. And you?<br /><br />As The Big O so eloquently shared, Jessica has been a proverbial bulls-eye for the media ever since she let cameras in on her young marriage in "The Newlyweds." What a shocker. Now, it seems this Texas native can't even enjoy a corn dog without inviting the shuttering of camera lenses. I sympathize with her. No really, I do. It must be terrible when your ex-boyfriend announces to the world that your body is a wonderland. Just awful. And I think it's terrible what the media/culture does to women, picking them apart like pledges at a sorority initiation ceremony. No REALLY, I do. But Jessica certainly does not have a stable platform on which to stand for such a discussion.<br /><br />I especially liked it when she lamented the fact that she's not as big as the media would have you believe. That she is in fact a size 4-6. She followed that up with, and this is NOT a direct quote, "They make it sound like I'm 240 pounds or something!"<br /><br />Someone get the duct tape.<br /><br />She says this to Oprah who the world knows weighed in at 237 pounds at her peak. It's as if to say women who manage to stay within the 4-6 range should not flog themselves nightly. But those of you in the 240+ range, let the flogging begin! I think she hoped her moments of verbal diarrhea would be endearing once she became a household name. I thought I would get past the point of shock and awe. But she still has some juice left in her tank. Anybody got a match?<br /><br />(Photo shamelessly lifted from Oprah.com.)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-24237702924027494922010-03-05T12:07:00.000-08:002010-03-05T12:09:38.838-08:00Oscars, Baby...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S5Fk92uNdxI/AAAAAAAAHFg/HmgCnycicfg/s1600-h/hurtlocker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S5Fk92uNdxI/AAAAAAAAHFg/HmgCnycicfg/s200/hurtlocker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445244438291773202" border="0" /></a>It's Oscar week. The Oscars give me a little thrill, I won't lie. And this year, there are a few changes, as in lots more movies up for Best Picture. I am torn beyond measure because I've seen quite a few movies this year thanks to The Kentuckian, who drags me to almost every new release. Kicking and screaming.<br /><br />Of the Best Picture Noms, I haven't seen 'Up,' 'A Serious Man,' or 'Precious' (I know!!!). All I know is if Avatar wins, I'm gonna choke on a Junior Mint. It was wonderful, but it did not affect me the way 'An Education,' 'Up in the Air,' or 'The Hurt Locker' did. Same goes for 'The Blind Side.' After reading Christopher Kelly's article in February's <span style="font-style: italic;">Texas Monthly</span>, 'Stop the Blitz,' I just didn't feel the same way about it.<br /><br />What do you think? Who's going home with faceless gold dudes?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-9530098654533302122010-03-05T11:40:00.000-08:002010-03-05T12:07:44.544-08:00On 'New Project' TemptationsHow sweet it is. A deliciously exciting new idea for a book. You're out for a jog. The dog poops directly on the sidewalk. You are grateful that you brought two baggies instead of one, for he pooped on the sidewalk once already. You pick up said poop, walk to trashcan, and then BAM! It drops out of the sky like bird poop on a windshield. (Lots of poo imagery, I know, I'm stopping, but this is how it happens sometimes.)<br /><br />Characters, fully formed. A more-than-skeletal plot. Tension. Conflict. The whole enchilada. You run home, fire up lap top and begin writing outline. Then you have flashes of dialogue. Write that down. A scene. Write that down. You are flying high, a bounce in your step. Then the bounce is gone when you remember, "Oh yeah, I'm spoken for."<br /><br />That other manuscript. The one you've been working on for so long and it's al-most-finished. It was love at first sight with that idea too. What's to be done?<br /><br />Does this happen to you? Fellow aspiring writers? Even former aspiring writers (aka published)? I'm struggling with this at the moment. One, I feel I'm cheating on my other idea. Two, it makes me wonder if my old idea isn't as great as I think it is and that's why I'm being tempted away. How does one battle the allure??<br /><br />Here's my plan: 1st draft for manuscript one is almost finished. (Literally. But a few straggling scenes left to go.) Exercise discipline (?) to finish 1st draft. Then, while manuscript one cooks, begin working on idea two. Sound good?<br /><br />I know I'm not the only story-oriented person this has happened to. How do you rationalize it? How do you to go forth and FINISH SOMETHING when such slithery temptations are on the horizon?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-90222639977537835652010-03-03T10:17:00.000-08:002010-03-03T16:26:07.286-08:00To Kindle or not to Kindle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S478uGw-lSI/AAAAAAAAHE4/Sb8J7ZyorU0/s1600-h/240px-Kindle_2_-_Front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S478uGw-lSI/AAAAAAAAHE4/Sb8J7ZyorU0/s200/240px-Kindle_2_-_Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444566868557731106" border="0" /></a>There's been quite a bit of chatter on the blogosphere in recent months about ebooks. Whether or not they will bring the book business to its knees. Whether they are a sign the end is coming. Yada yada. I have to say I was in the "you will have to rip my paper books from my kung-fu grip" camp there for a while. But I think I've made the dreaded cross-over. I know! THE HORROR!<br /><br />It all came about when I wanted a book I couldn't get from the library. And, as it were, didn't want to pay for shipping from Amazon. It was a new-ish book (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-Roads-Lead-Back-You/dp/143910204X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1267662065&sr=8-1">a book I CANNOT stop talking/thinking about,</a> JUST READ IT, mmmkay?) and there weren't many reviews, so I figured it would be a good test book for the ole' Kindle for PC app. I'm tellin' ya, in about three minutes, I had the book.<br /><br />And that was all it took. I now have seven books in my Kindle library and I've read four of them. Of those seven, only two of them were $9.99 (the hotly debated price for ebooks). The rest only cost 50% of that. I've done more reading in the last week since downloading this God forsaken app than I have in the last month.<br /><br />Warning: the reason being because it's so easy to just click on over from whatever I should be doing on my computer to read "JUST A CHAPTER! I SWEARS!" Before you know it, you're half way done with the book, you're in danger of being entombed with laundry, and Adult Protective Services is carting away your spouse.<br /><br />I have yet to purchase the actual Kindle. I'm still on the fence about that. Reviews seem mixed and the current price tag leaves a bit to be desired. But I'm leaning at about a 45-degree angle in that direction. What are your thoughts on the ebook phenomenon? Are you getting on board or ready to hold out till the end?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-44047798097526211942010-03-02T12:19:00.000-08:002010-03-02T12:40:52.882-08:00A Commonplace BlogWhen I'm in the mood for a little light reading, I head on over to the blogosphere and soak up a little humor from a few of my favorite blogs: <a href="http://jetreidliterary.blogspot.com/">Janet Reid</a>, <a href="http://queryshark.blogspot.com/">Query Shark</a>, <a href="http://www.therejectionist.com/">The Rejectionist</a>, and when feeling sentimental, the dearly departed <a href="http://misssnark.blogspot.com/">Miss Snark</a>. However, bloggage is not just for the masses, I'm learning, as I occasionally wander over to this little gem, <a href="http://dgmyers.blogspot.com/">Dr. D.G. Myers of our own Texas A & M University</a>.<br /><br />Okay, so I've yet to snicker while reading Dr. Myers posts. How he manages to muster enough breath for such musings on said 'sphere is beyond me. But I must say, he offers quite a bit more than the traditional "Omigod i LOVE thiss book!" approach to online book review. No, there is no mention of <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight. </span>In fact, I feel a tad iffy about mentioning it in the same paragraph, nay, POST, as his blog.<br /><br />He does, however, compile a very interesting list of great <a href="http://dgmyers.blogspot.com/2009/03/texas-novels.html">Texas novels</a>, all of which I intend to add to my to-read list, especially <span style="font-style: italic;">Whitewater</span>, about a man who escapes his small Texas town only to find his thoughts remain on the home front. A sentiment this "expat" understands well. He will also defend <span style="font-style: italic;">Lolita</span>'s position as the greatest novel in history until he's blue in the face. I keep going back hoping to be convinced. If only it were the subject matter barring me beyond page 50, IF ONLY! Maybe I could save face.<br /><br />You'll also find a <a href="http://dgmyers.blogspot.com/2009/05/holiday-gone-wrong.html">cool-ish review</a> of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Woodsburner-Novel-John-Pipkin/dp/0385528655/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1267562135&sr=1-1"><span style="font-style: italic;">Woodsburner</span></a>, a novel about the little known forest fire started by a not so little known transcendentalist named Henry David Thoreau. The author, John Pipkin, happens to be an Austinite who's better half teaches Victorian lit at my alma mater.<br />In the mean time, check it out. Chuckling: unlikely. Very serious, high-brow literary criticism: guaranteed.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-55365926906079905542010-03-02T12:12:00.001-08:002010-03-02T16:48:32.602-08:00A National, er, State Holiday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S41xMm0y4WI/AAAAAAAAHEw/_UWxcAMwiYU/s1600-h/200px-Texas_Declaration_of_Independence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S41xMm0y4WI/AAAAAAAAHEw/_UWxcAMwiYU/s200/200px-Texas_Declaration_of_Independence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444131985955152226" border="0" /></a>That's right, folks. Today is the anniversary of Texas's declaration of independence from Mexico in 1836. Settlers in Texas drafted up this tricksy little document here and thereby said, "Hmph, we gonna take our toys and go home." I'm kinda glad they did, since it makes Texas one of THE most history-makin'-est states in the union.<br /><br />In honor of this momentous occasion, I will be listening to Little Texas's 'God Blessed Texas' every hour, on the hour, until I just can't stands it no more. Not really. I'll listen to it a few times and two-step alone in my kitchen before I must get back to the grindstone (since we don't celebrate Texas holidays out here on the West Coast. Darn shame, I'll say).Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-27635195173250854622010-02-25T09:45:00.000-08:002010-02-25T10:35:31.467-08:00Book Recs: All Roads Lead Me Back to You, NCFOM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S4bC32OBQWI/AAAAAAAAHEk/3dsk2IpK1dQ/s1600-h/All+Roads.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/S4bC32OBQWI/AAAAAAAAHEk/3dsk2IpK1dQ/s200/All+Roads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442251464426733922" border="0" /></a>As I mentioned previously (however, not RECENTLY), I'm on a reading kick. Who isn't. Well, frankly, a lot of folks in this grand age of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DVR</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OnDemand</span>, True Blood and Mad Men. But a few good books have made this tortuous time between seasons (which seems to be getting longer, no?) a little less painful.<br /><br />See: <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-Roads-Lead-Back-You/dp/143910204X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1267119969&sr=8-1">All Roads Lead Me Back to You</a>. </span>Okay. NOT about Texas. But, it is about Texas-related subject matter, such as ranching, immigration, and land rights. And a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lovin</span>' thrown in for fun.<br /><br />This debut novel by <a href="http://kennedyfoster.com/">Kennedy Foster</a> is beautiful, funny, and surprisingly original even if it does have a fairly straight forward plot. Warm, yet tough Washington rancher Alice is up to her ears in work when she finds Domingo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Roque</span> bleeding in the snow. She helps him dodge the immigration police while he helps her get the ranch back on track and fend off the rake aiming to sell his share of the ranch to pay off gambling debts. And in the process, they fall in love. How perfect is that!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All Roads Lead Me Back to You</span> is a modern romance for an old world. A world that, I dare say, is dying out in the name of feed lots and mass production (see: Food, Inc., anything by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Pollan#Other_work">Michael <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Pollan</span></a>). The characters are lovable and expertly drawn. The romance is believable and real. Thank you, Kennedy for giving us a real woman. Let us be spared from sultriness. For anyone craving a contemporary western. (Shall we start a movement?) Stumbled on this book via <a href="http://jetreidliterary.blogspot.com/">blog of my Dream Agent, Janet Reid</a>. Reid daily, or perish.<br /><br />Also: <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Country-Old-Men-Cormac-McCarthy/dp/0375406778/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1267121153&sr=8-1">No Country for Old Men</a>. </span>For obvious reasons. If there's anyone left out there who hasn't read it, I suggest you stop what you're doing right now, even if you are watching the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nd</span> season of True Blood AGAIN on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OnDemand</span>, and head to the library/bookstore/Amazon.com/where you get books. Texas circa 1980. Hilarious dialogue WITH blood. A surprisingly quick read, so don't be scared even if you're still struggling through <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Meridian-Evening-Redness-Paperback/dp/B002YIKXE4/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1267121190&sr=1-4">Blood Meridian</a>. </span><br /><br />Let's all grab a chocolate bar and start clippin' through pages.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-45876051466490702702009-10-16T13:33:00.000-07:002010-02-25T09:45:07.219-08:00Redirecting 'Afterlife', Introducing 'Texasville, CA'It's official. The focus-less 'Afterlife' is dead. No really, no afterlife for 'Afterlife'. It's time to give this blog a purpose.<br /><br />And as I'm finding a purpose for my writing in general, I thought it was only appropriate to devote this half-hearted attempt at blogging to the same thing: Texas. And all its murky glory.<br /><br />Since leaving this God-forsaken state, I just can't stop thinking about it. Or talking about it. Or writing about it. Texas gets in your blood like West Nile after a skeeter bite (skeeter = read 'mosquito').<br /><br />How do you write about a place when you don't even live there? From 2,000 miles away, I see Texas through new eyes and they find many more things to love, cherish, and celebrate about it. And as I mine the history books, blogosphere, the headlines, and the world wide web for these tidbits, I will share them with you. Hopefully, Texans on their beloved turf will appreciate it more and those who scoff at it from afar will scoff less.<br /><br />You can never go home again. But at least you can write about it.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-512565201718702802009-09-22T16:24:00.000-07:002009-09-22T16:47:04.580-07:00Latest Obsession: ReadingLately, I have a dilemma. I want to read. I understand--entirely--that this does not make me unique or special in anyway. But it is noteworthy since I haven't felt the urge to put my eyes to a printed page since college graduation. What can I say, books and me needed a vacation from one another. We had reached the point of saturation.<br /><br />These days, I just can't get enough. I used to make these crazy lists of all these books I want to read and I find myself doing that. Ambitious, I know. My most recent list includes:<br /><br />-All of McCarthy<br />-All of Russo<br />-All of McMurtry<br />-All of Charlaine Harris (exclusively Sookie Stackhouse)<br />-All of James<br /><br />At the rate I've been going--specifically the rate since graduation until, well, now--this list would take me the rest of my life. Which brings me to a point that I have not wanted to accept or acknowledge: does anyone really enjoy McCarthy and find him easy to read? <span style="font-style: italic;">The Road</span> was truly spectacular. Loved every word. But <span style="font-style: italic;">Blood Meridian</span>--my only other diversion down this dark road--was a challenge. I will admit, it's profound sprinkled with moments that are truly remarkable. But it was a struggle. Anyone? N-E-1?<br /><br />What sparked this reconciliation? I was Wikipedia-ing one day--a favorite pastime--and wandered over to Anne Rice's page. I discovered that she is a "reverted" Catholic Christian and that she's written a book about it all. I was intrigued, as I often am, to hear other people's reasons for choosing faith and spirituality. I dashed off to the <a href="http://katemarielong.blogspot.com/2009/09/libraries-literature-love.html">library</a> to pick up this book and went home with <span style="font-style: italic;">Texasville, We Were the Mulvaneys, </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">The Painted Veil. </span>Thus, we were reunited.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Painted Veil</span> is delightful by the way. Maybe will add 'All of Maugham' to my list?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-12968237710842899612009-09-17T14:06:00.000-07:002009-09-17T14:34:21.663-07:00Libraries, Literature, Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SrKlXwQg4cI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/P6TWTXLGUvY/s1600-h/200px-Bright_star.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SrKlXwQg4cI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/P6TWTXLGUvY/s200/200px-Bright_star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382546332170904002" border="0" /></a><br />I am excited--BEYOND MEASURE--about this weekend. Is it because of the Tech vs. Texas game on Saturday? Close, but, um, no. Actually, I'm dancing in my seat right now because the relentless little hopeless romantic that lives inside me is so revved up about the release of <span style="font-style: italic;">Bright Star</span>.<br /><br />I'm not going to pretend like I'm a John Keats fan, much less an expert. This particular section of Survey of British Literature II is a little fuzzy and not because it was at 9 am. But, I think all lovers of literature--poetry and prose--relish the opportunity to have a peek into the real lives of the enigmatic characters of literary history. And Keats is definitely one of the brightest stars (wink) in the cast. Even I have to admit that.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bright Star</span> is the story of his three-year long secret love affair with Fanny Brawne, passionate and tempestuous, that ended only with his untimely death. Okay, so it's not a wink-wink, ho-ho romcom in which the omnipresent Katherine Heigl tries her darnedest to pass as a romantic lead. I get the feeling there could be tissues involved. And sleepless nights. And a tender ache in the chest as the credits roll. But nevertheless, I will be there. Even if it does cost me ten dollars.<br /><br />I might not be quite this excited if the film's creator wasn't the beloved and brilliant Jane Campion, director of the <span style="font-style: italic;">The Piano </span>and my personal favorite, which I've seen at LEAST 100 times, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Portrait of a Lady. </span>I haven't seen all of her movies, but I haven't seen one I didn't like. Think this one's going to be a winner. Leave the boyfriends/husbands at home. They can watch the Red Raiders/Longhorns game.<br /><br />Speaking of Keats, and college, and survey courses, I was in a public library for the first time in a long time yesterday. Whoa, things have changed. I have to admit, I was little disappointed at the selection. You never appreciate the things you have until they're gone, like a university library. Even at that, Southwestern's library wasn't exactly epic. But it was three stories tall. And they certainly had every book I could ever want. Pickins' were a little slim at this particular branch of the Sonoma Co. Library system.<br /><br />But what stunned me was this: gone are the days of library cards and the cathartic stamping of the due date on a sleeved chart inside the book of your choice. Things have gotten a smidge high tech. Check out process is as follows:<br /><br />1. Scan library card--name and profile appear on computer screen.<br />2. Computer message tells me to 'place books on table' (table being a black pad under the screen.)<br />3. I cautiously and skeptically place book #1--Larry McMurtry's <span style="font-style: italic;">Texasville--</span>on said 'table'.<br />4. Title miraculously appears on screen. Serial number and all.<br /><br />Aside: Before proceeding, I'm looking around trying to find the conspiracy in all of this. I look at the lady behind the desk to see if she's typing in my titles. Apparently not.<br /><br />5. I place remaining books, in a single stack, on the 'table'. Each title appears accurately on screen.<br />6. Complete transaction.<br />7. Dialogue box appears: How would you like your receipt? Email? Fax? Print? Or Text? Email please.<br /><br />Yeah. Space-agey or what? Maybe I'm behind the times, but I was so charmed by it all. Plus it's one of the few places in town with free Wi-Fi where I don't feel pressured to buy coffee. So awesome.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-53516403351418304822009-08-04T19:06:00.000-07:002009-08-04T19:28:03.633-07:00Still Alive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SnjuD6sHTkI/AAAAAAAADLk/HGGT22tR9BU/s1600-h/2788_542100055313_33205946_32350525_7733970_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SnjuD6sHTkI/AAAAAAAADLk/HGGT22tR9BU/s200/2788_542100055313_33205946_32350525_7733970_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366300707073248834" border="0" /></a>Indeed, you may--or may not--have noticed that new posts on this blog have recently been reduced to...zero. That's right. Very little blogging has been going on at this particular site.<br /><br />I have little to say on the subject except that I have been doing a little too much of the above...I'll give you a minute to assess the image now.<br /><br />Done? Mmmk. A little bit too much of THAT, along with working, traveling, bridesmaidsing, and other such shenanigans have significantly diminished my time and desire to blog. However, I feel the drive and inclination to continue said blogging coming back.<br /><br />Do you ever just run out of crap to say? That's kinda what I was experiencing. But then maybe I was just saying it elsewhere. Who knows. But I've missed the ole blog and my sprinkling of readers. And so, I'm back. Hopefully.<br /><br />In other news, I'm strongly considering a subtle renaming of the blog to match the direction it seems to naturally follow, which is a longing for all things Texan. Along with a few digressions into the areas of movies, television, news, and goofy anecdotes. Should be fun.<br /><br />Speaking of which, how about that Gerard Butler? I just can't seem to get enough of that guy lately. Bad movies notwithstanding. When you're willing to sit through <span style="font-style: italic;">The Ugly Truth </span>just so you can spend two hours with him, you know there's an issue. So what if it's just in a movie theatre. And it costs you ten dollars. IT'S WORTH IT. Suddenly Schumacher's <span style="font-style: italic;">Phantom of the Opera </span>has strange appeal. Mmm.<br /><br />I will be back for more. See you there.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-19397448725886500202009-02-18T20:25:00.000-08:002009-02-18T20:43:51.527-08:00Finding Life Outside the Cube....Genius<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SZzgOtVkN4I/AAAAAAAABNw/UQeezotc_vM/s1600-h/michelle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304361004428441474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SZzgOtVkN4I/AAAAAAAABNw/UQeezotc_vM/s320/michelle.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dude. I am stoked--repeat, stoked--to have stumbled across <a href="http://www.anti9to5guide.com/">this</a> blog today! I was just milling around <a href="http://lindseypollak.com/blog/">Lindsey Pollak's blog </a>(also awesome) when I read a familiar phrase: "Anti 9-5..." I clicked and it spoke to me.<br /><div></div><br /><div>You all must know how much I love<a href="http://www.fourhourworkweek.com/"> Tim Ferriss's </a><em><a href="http://www.fourhourworkweek.com/">Four Hour Work Week</a>. </em>Um, it changed my life, that's all. But let's face it, Tim is more about time <span>management than the art of freelancing. Freelancing is merely a means to an end in his eyes.<br /><br />This nice lady, however, gets down </span>and dirty about how to create success as a 'creative' freelancer. In her blog, <em><a href="http://www.anti9tp5guide.com/">The Anti 9-5 Guide</a>, </em>she even speaks to those freelancers in such lines of <span>work as 'professional organizing.' Man, I cannot wait to click through every page of this little gold mine.<br /><br />Or turn </span>every page of this one! <a href="http://www.anti9to5guide.com/bio/">Michelle Goodman</a>--said anti 9-5er--has also written two, count 'em, TWO books about life as a freelancer and how to make it work! Only one of which is <em><a href="http://www.anti9to5guide.com/book/">My So-Called Freelance Life: How to Survive and Thrive as a Creative Professional for Hire</a>. </em>The answer is 'yes,' I've already ordered both of her books from Amazon.com.</div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SZzflhnxh6I/AAAAAAAABNo/rEiMm_VI34o/s1600-h/2903746081_7716a32af9_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304360296908949410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SZzflhnxh6I/AAAAAAAABNo/rEiMm_VI34o/s320/2903746081_7716a32af9_m.jpg" border="0" /></a>Michelle's other little treasure, <em><a href="http://www.anti9to5guide.com/book/">The Anti 9-5 Guide: Practical Career Advice for Women Who Think Outside the Cube</a>,</em> is also en route to my home. Isn't it so awesome to randomly find <span>people that share your same thoughts and outlook on life? It sure makes the world seem a little cozier.<br /><br />(Photos </span>courtesy of <a href="http://www.anti9to5guide.com/">http://www.anti9to5guide.com/</a>) </div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-79975927021251980942009-02-10T10:27:00.000-08:002009-02-10T10:48:15.739-08:00Never Fear, MoreDating is Here<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SZHHQMyI66I/AAAAAAAABMI/VTMRt_56mMM/s1600-h/logo_beta.gif"></a>Ugh, I know. There's been a sad lack of postage going on at <em>All Growns Up</em>. What can I say: I've been busy working for the man. And with that, there just really hasn't been that much to write about. First Rule of Blogging: Don't Blog When You Have NOTHING To Say. I try to follow that rule, even though I've been known to break it. As you can see....<br /><br />However, if you've been paying attention to the days quickly passing by in 2009, it might have come to your mind's eye that the dreaded V-day is upon us. Yes, it's Valentine's Day time y'all.<br /><br />This time of year, I usually get the stink eye from single-looking passers by because I'm a 'missus'. But even when I was a single gal, I never thought Valentine's Day was one to sit inside, watch <em>Fatal Attraction</em>, and accept the fact that you've gone up a dress size. It's just another day, y'all. No really, it's just another day. And no, I'm not saying that because I always had a boyfriend... I usually got flowers and candy on Valentine's Day...from my dad.<br /><br />But that doesn't mean that it isn't nice to have someone of the opposite--or the same--sex to spend the day with that preferably is not a paternal figure. So being that the big day is still five days away, I'd say it's crunch time.<br /><br />Okay, five days might create some pressure if you're hoping to find your soulmate before this Saturday. But on Valentine's Day, all you need is a great date. My recommendation? Wander over to <a href="http://www.moredating.com/">MoreDating.com</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.moredating.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301239265005749522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SZHJBjwFRRI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ze5owEr-Kj8/s320/logo_beta.gif" border="0" />MoreDating.com</a> is a brand-spanking new dating site where you can mix and mingle with single folks in your area from the comfort of your desk chair. And, if you find someone that seems like a promising V-day partner in crime, you can even plan a date with their restaurant and date-planning resources.<br /><br />Basically, it's a one-stop shop social networking site for those looking to add a little oomph to their dating life. Log in now and you can be one of the first people to explore this awesome resource for single people everywhere! You'll be a MoreDating legacy! And, who knows, you might even fill your February 14th schedule.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-74366814077501130632009-01-27T11:13:00.000-08:002009-01-27T11:38:48.460-08:00John Updike, This Tan's for You<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SX9igxXUk0I/AAAAAAAABL4/nhgC1awYg_g/s1600-h/John%2520Updike209_Copy41273.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296060001957483330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBE1rnM5HLc/SX9igxXUk0I/AAAAAAAABL4/nhgC1awYg_g/s200/John%2520Updike209_Copy41273.jpg" border="0" /></a>It's amazing how much those first influential reads really stick with you. For me, it was the <em>A & P</em>, one of many short stories written by the great, and now late, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Updike">John Updike</a>. <div><br /><div></div><div>It was an assigned read for one of my early creative writing courses, taught by famed Texas writer, <a href="http://ronrozelle.com/index.php">Ron Rozelle</a>. He had a knack for these kinds of tales, even though they were a little much for most high schoolers.</div><br /><div></div><div>Basically, it accounts one of those not-so-epic life experiences that are still so bitterly disillusioning. Sammy, a store clerk at the nostalgic grocery store chain, A & P, heroically resigns his job after three gorgeous, tanned, bikini-clad girls are reprimanded by the store owner for being inappropriately dressed. </div><br /><div></div><div>I remember most that he described--in detail--the glowing half moon of white just under the girls' butt cheeks (yes, I said butt cheeks) where the sun failed to do a thorough job. Yeah, a not-so-subtle allusion to raging teen hormones. </div><br /><div></div><div>Sammy's big gesture, however, leaves him empty-handed. When he ventures into the parking lot sans A & P official apron, the girls are gone. He is jobless with no damsel in distress to comfort him. His standing up to injustice got him nothing, not even a smile.</div><br /><div></div><div>Yeah, it's a little bittersweet. A keen observer of the every day, Updike was. I'd say it was one of the first stories of its kind that I encountered. Previously, I'd been a fan of more dramatic literature. After a dose of Updike, I appreciated the pain, heroics, and greatness of those little poignant moments in everyday life. And I enjoyed reading about them when written as well as he wrote them. </div><br /><div></div><div>So thanks, Mr. Updike, for making me--and many others, to be sure--a better reader, writer, and thinker. </div><div> </div><div>(Photo courtesy of <a href="http://www.issuemanagement/">www.issuemanagement</a>.net)</div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567862807672881920.post-7849160259202755902009-01-14T11:27:00.001-08:002009-01-14T15:13:29.263-08:00Celestial Seasonings: 'Green' TeaI know, I'm totally on this anti-coffee/pro-tea rant right now. Promise it will end soon. But I just had to throw this in there about the tea brand, <a href="http://www.celestialseasonings.com/">Celestial Seasonings</a>! It takes a lot to impress me in the time it takes my tea water to warm, but CS managed to do that this very morn.<br /><br />I'll confess, I'd been a little frustrated with my 100% Natural Celestial Seasonings tea purchases. Unlike many teas, the bags don't come individually wrapped or with strings and tags. You have to keep them stored in the box as opposed to conveniently carrying them about in your hand bag. And when tea time is over, you have to stick your fingers down into the cup and fish out the squishy, wet tea bag. I know. Gross. Especially when it's all cold and stuff.<br /><br />I'd pretty much decided that I was going to phase out Celestial Seasonings and stick with my more 'hip' brands like Tazo and Stash, but they had a 'Buy One Get One Free' sale on CS at Safeway yesterday. Due to economic motivations, I caved.<br /><br />So glad I did! On the inside of the box, it clearly explains the reasoning behind their unconvential packaging. The tea bags themselves are made from natural fibers and because they don't include the string, tag, staple, and individual wrapper, CS claims that it's able to 'save more than 3.5 millions pounds of waste from entering landfills every year!' How awesome is that?<br /><br />Not to mention, the boxes themselves are made from recycled materials and the tea itself is based on fair trade and sustainable harvesting standards.<br /><br />Maybe I'm a little late on the draw and everyone new this about Celestial Seasonings, but they've just won me over! I will be a CS drinker from now on! I particularly like their Raspberry Zinger Caffeine Free Herbal Tea and the Country Peach Passion Caffeine Free Herbal Tea. Yum.<br /><br />Now there's no need for coffee drinkers to feel left out of the green revolution. I loved--and still love--my filterless coffee pot. I don't know the numbers around waste as it relates to paper filters, but I'm sure it's staggering. A coffee pot with a permanent filter creates less waste and it's less messy! No more trying to run the wet, used filter over to the trash can! Yeah, you know exactly what I'm talking about!<br /><br />Not to mention, I'm sure you could even take the same bag or canister to any place where they sell coffee beans in bulk and they'd fill you up. Besides, freshly ground coffee tastes better anyway.<br /><br />Way to go, Celestial Seasonings. I feel inspired to do something greeny. Like, stay home and have a cup of tea.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05843532861420448773noreply@blogger.com5