August 2008

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Do you know how old you will be when you grow up?  Do you know who you are now?  If presented to you, would you take the opportunity to be someone else?

These are just a few of the questions explored in Michelangelo Antonioni’s beautiful and beguiling filmThe Passenger, released in 1975.

I like to think of this film like a caterpillar metamorphosing into a butterfly, with Jack Nicholson in the lead role.  It is Jack before he was “Jack.”   Smooth, all the mannerisms and quirks we’ve come to expect from him are only shimmers on the horizon, scarcely perceptible to this viewer’s eye.  He is handsome, too, shirtless and wiry, very easy on the eyes.

As our caterpillar, he’s David Locke, an award winning journalist, devouring life, but never really appreciating all that he has and sees.  He’s trudging around the Sahara, hungry for a story, looking for the right person, looking for himself.  Despite his critical success and his marriage, he is impatient, edgy – immature.

Then, when a man bearing a certain resemblance to David dies, he assumes his identity, faking his own death, entering the chrysalis and the shady world of arms dealing.  Still somewhat unsure of himself, he proceeds slowly, traveling around Europe, dodging people who know him from his past life, and those who believe he is the new man.

When the butterfly finally emerges, it is with beauty, conviction, and self assurance.  This is ME.  This is what I do.  Such a glorious journey.

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This is a little something that I bought from the Etsy seller Jennifer Morris Beads.  Don’t you love the pretty packaging?

Though all of her work is amazing, I could not take my eyes off this piece.  I love the bright blue and brassy combination, a little funky, very Colleen. Then I caught the name, rather serendipitously, it is called “Soft Parade,” also the name of a Doors album.  You may recall that I kind of like their music. That pretty much sealed the deal.

I had her make it into a brooch, and it is perfect.  My picture does it no justice, so I’ll try to wear it the next time I see you.  For now, here is a link to her picture of it.  Who knows, maybe you’ll find something for yourself while you are there.

Thank you Coveiter for pointing me in her direction!

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Ahh, the Little Man.  A few weeks ago, he hurt his right back hip pretty badly.  Who knows how, he gets into all sorts of mischief.  Anyway, the cutie was gimping around the house, a source of mirth, wonder, and sadness.  Why?  Well, sometimes, he would be in so much pain that he thought something else was causing it (a ghost maybe – we need Ghostbusters!), and, in his mind, thought that if he hissed at the offender that the pain would go away.  Sadly, it didn’t.

So we decided that a little indoor R & R was just what he needed to heal his wound.  The problem was that after a couple of days, he really wanted to go outside, pleading at the back door, scratching at the glass, or otherwise laying in prostrations that made it easy for him trip us and exit.  So, thinking, golly, if he wants to go out this badly, he can’t be in that much pain, we let him go.

We were wrong.  The gimp got worse and he hissed at the invisible entity more and more.  Lesson learned.  He could not go outside, no matter how much he pleaded or tried to trip us on the way out the door.  It took ten agonizing days of him meowing his little heart out, and me cuddling him as I left, giving him variations on these words of encouragement:

“Your body is healing Little Man.  You’ve got to stay inside until you quit hissing at yourself.”

“I know this feels like punishment Doodie, but Mama loves you and wants you to get better, so no matter how much you meow, you cannot go outside.”

“A few more days of inside time and you’ll be right as rain my sweet boy.”

The funny thing was, as this cat healing was going on, I was going through my own struggle with my cleanse.  Boy did I want some sugar!  Gimme! Gimme!  So I made some rice pudding with coconut milk and added sorghum and brown rice syrups to sweeten it because this wasn’t cheating.  It wasn’t cane sugar.

You bet I ate that pudding up, gobble, gobble, gobble, and, like Milo being let out too soon, I got sick.  I felt like the guy in the Alka-Seltzer commercial, “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.”  My tummy went topsy-turvy and I wished and I wished that I hadn’t eaten it.

Then I looked at Milo, curled up at my feet, and realized that it was like the first time I let him out.  Message received.  So, not surprisingly, I’m talking to myself now:

“Your body is healing, Colleen.  You can’t have those sweets until you are all better.  Even then, just a little.”

“I know this feels like punishment sometimes, but I want to feel better, so now matter how much I want a sweet, I cannot have one.”

“In four more weeks, you’ll be right as rain.  Then you can have a little sugar.”

I guess it is just one of those times of grace.  The Little Man got hurt so he could teach me about my own healing.  Thanks, Boo, Mama loves you, too.

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Hello, Mars Blackmon here.  Not really, it’s just me, Colleen, but the title fit today’s topic, and I’ve got a soft spot for Spike as Mars, especially with the glasses.  Well, to be honest, Mr. Lee’s spectacles are always pretty spectacular (HA!).  Seriously, they are.  The man’s got good taste.

I loved those Nike commercials when I was in high school.  I even had the poster with Michael Jordan palming Mars’ head like a basketball, his feet suspended in the air.  Very cool.

But that isn’t what this post is about.  It IS the shoes.  I love them!  Loafers, flats, and wedge styles being my favorite, but I also wear very practical Birkenstocks and sandals around the house.  They’re not very cute, but they keep my feet happy.

Almost as much as I love shoes, I love a good deal, scoffing at the idea of paying full price.  This photo is my latest batch of exceptional bargains from Nordstrom Rack.  I paid $110 for all three when the original prices would have had me spending $395!  That’s only 28% – a banner day!

My other favorite spot for bargain prices, and not just on shoes, is Sierra Trading Post (www.sierratradingpost.com).  I’ve gotten nearly all of my Birkenstocks there and usually at 60 – 70% off retail, not too shabby.

Three cheers to Mars, happy feet, and good deals!

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Greetings Gentle Readers,

I don’t remember where I first saw that written, but I have always loved it.  Calling a reader gentle feels so kind and inviting, like home.  When I think about it, this isn’t far from the truth.  In this space, we are all Under a Red Roof.

Anyway, welcome to my very first formal category: Spotlighting.  Each Friday, I will focus on some aspect of film-making, books and reading, or music.  I might tell you about a movie (or, like today, an actor), a book that I love, or the soundtrack playing in my head.  I’m looking forward to sharing my thoughts about topics that really get me jazzed.  I hope you enjoy it, too.

Sincerely,

Colleen

 

The first time I saw Lee Pace was on one of my all-time favorite television shows to not get a chance – Wonderfalls.  He played Jaye Tyler’s underachieving big brother Aaron.  Despite being a “genius,” he lived with his parents, had no job, and a penchant for dirty movies.  I liked his interactions with Jaye and the rest of the family, and found the character and the acting very authentic.

Since Wonderfalls, I’ve seen Mr. Pace in a host of other roles, representing a marvelously broad range of characters.  He was rather creepy in Infamous, the second film about Truman Capote and his quest to write In Cold Blood.  I recoiled every time his slimy murderer with scarcely a hit of remorse came on screen.  In another film I saw with my movie buddy Bridget, Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, he played the loyal and dedicated ex-boyfriend Michael Pardue.  He’s the one who really loves the heroine Delysia Lafosse – plays no games, but does tickle the ivories and sing.  He’s the one I’d want, too.

In another television series, which appears to have a chance – Pushing Daisies, he is Ned, the handsome and charming Piemaker, the man who can bring the dead back to life with a touch, but sadly, only once, or they are dead again.  The show and his character are a little old fashioned (a Lincoln Continental with suicide doors! The height of coolness and sophistication, my friends), yet have a modern edge, with a streak of mischievousness and sentimentality – a bit like this writer.

Perhaps it was the magic of that evening, but until I saw him in The Fall last week, I did not take him very seriously.  Yes, I thought he was fine and his work true, but that is all.  Were it not for his great skill in this film, I would only have seen Lee Pace, the guy from those other things I like.  Instead, I watched the broken Roy suffer through his losses, retreat into utter darkness and despair, and come out hopeful and willing to see the world with new eyes (and me to see this actor with new ones as well). 

Well done, Mr. Pace, and thank you for a magical time at the movies.

p.s. You look great in eye-liner.

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Way back in January, I participated in Superhero Journal’s Mondo Beyondo, a way to release 2007 and set some positive intentions for 2008.

I had completely forgotten about (or so I thought) until I saw Andrea’s post about it on August 18th.  I jotted down a little note to revisit my intentions.  When I finally got around to checking the file on my lap-top, I was both pleased and surprised, as this is what I wrote:

This is the year of the novel, positivity, radiant health, and well being!!

Without really thinking about it, I have done just that.  I finished my novel back in March, done several revisions, and have submitted it to two publishers.  One rejected me, the other, who knows?  It is too soon to tell.

Positivity – I am seeking it out in myself and others more and more often.  When a negative thought arises, I make a mental note and turn it around.  I also find myself seeing positive aspects in formerly negative situations.  It feels wonderful to have a new perspective.

Radiant health and well being – Though I was pretty fit in January, I have had several nagging health issues for the past eight years.  I took charge by commencing an anti-inflammation diet/cleanse three weeks ago.  I’ve got five more to go, and then plan on making only a few modifications.  This is a change for life.  It is challenging at times, but I know the benefits will outweigh any discomfort that I feel now.  Besides, this is about really being healthy and treating my body like a temple.  Why should eating food that makes me sick be more comfortable than true love and nourishment? 

To add on to that, I have also declared to exercise for at least forty minutes, six days a week.  This part has been so much fun (there’s the positivity again).  I had an injury that kept me from my usual yoga and rowing practices for a while, so I had to find some replacements.  I chose a Nia class at my local community center twice a week – oh my goodness, awesome – and, thanks to a tip from my friend Sarah, the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred.  Both have me moving in ways I don’t normally and seeing my body in a new light.  What’s more, I now have more variety in my exercise routine – Nia, yoga, rowing, Jillian, walking, biking, all GOOD!

I think of myself like the Clerodendrum above.  There are a few flowers open and smelling wonderfully fragrant.  The rest are patiently receiving nourishment from the sun and rain, waiting for the right moment before blossoming into their full glory.

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Do you recall the heat I wrote about the other day?  It was, “Hot, damn hot!  Crotch-pot cookin’ hot!” weather.  Remember who said that and in what movie?  I’ll tell you at the end.  The heat literally gave me a fever, had me spread out on the sofa with a fan in front of me, bemoaning global warming, watching bad telelvsion, and the Richard Donner cut of Superman II.  I highly recommend it, as it is not just one of those, ooh we added a little speck of color over there in the corner, so it is a new and exciting cut.  The story is different, as in, they never go to Paris or the Eiffel Tower, among other things.  Watch it!

Anyway, rather than being crabby and unproductive the entire time, the hubby and I got smart and retreated to the cool of the basement and the nifty craft room he made for me.  Good golly, what would we do without this space?  It was bliss down there, me sewing, Gregory doing something very technical on his lap top (I rarely understand), all while listening to my favorite stitching soundtrack.

These slippers are what I made.  Aren’t they cute?  I used a felted wool blanket that I bought at the Goodwill last year.  You can also see that I took advantage of one of those fancy stitches on my machine, as well.  Too bad I’m not like Bernie Mac and don’t like people I don’t know touching my feet, cause those toes aren’t the prettiest sight.

Back to the slippers – The bias tape is a double fold iron on style that I bought at the Fabric Depot outdoor sale.  I used some pleather on the bottom, along with two layers of the felted blanket.    They are pretty floppy, so when I make some for Gregory, I think I’ll add some Timtex or something to firm them up.  Considering I had no pattern and had never made a slipper before, I’m pretty pleased.

It’s cool here now, so I can actually wear them without sweating up a storm.  As for the quotation, it is Robin Williams in Good Morning Vietnam. 

Have a wonderful day…

 

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African Kelli asked what my favorite cookie is, and though I certainly do appreciate a gingersnap (her #1), particularly a spicy one, my current love has got to be my Triple Threat Peanut Butter cookies.  Man are they yummy!  My husband would prefer me replacing the peanut butter chips with chocolate ones, but then they wouldn’t be a triple threat, and a double threat cookie with chocolate doesn’t have that ring, you know?

I am posting this silly picture of me playing Guitar Hero (I am TERRIBLE!), along with my friends Jeff and Rena, rather than one of a mouth watering plate of cookies because I am on a cleanse/anti-inflammation diet, and, sadly, there are no cookies allowed and no peanuts either.  So, just know that this is the kind of smile produced while eating this yummy bit of goodness.

Enjoy!

3/4 butter, softened

1/2 cup natural peanut butter (unsweetened) - my all time favorite is Maranatha

1 cup sugar

1/2  t molasses

1 t baking powder

1/2 t baking soda

2 eggs

2 t vanilla

1 c flour

1/4 c whole wheat flour

2 c rolled oats

1/2 c chopped cocktail peanuts

1/2 c peanut butter chips (or chocolate if you don’t want a triple threat)

Mix butter and peanut butter on medium speed until combined.  Add sugar, molasses, baking powder, and baking soda.  Beat until combined.  Beat in eggs and vanilla until combined.  Mix in flour by hand.  Stir in oats, peanuts, and the chip of your choice.

Drop dough onto an ungreased cookie sheet.  Bake at 375 for 8-12 minutes, until edges are lightly browned.  Carefully transfer to a wire rack (they fall apart easily when warm).

Eat up!

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My dear friend Bridget came home yesterday, after a two week vacation in California.  As we are movie buddies, hitting the Academy Theater together about every other week, I was itching to go.  Luckily, there was something we wanted to see, after a very unfortunate dry spell of lack-luster summer movies.

Since her house is on the way to the theater, I always drive, and so, I began to follow my usual route.  It was an awfully hot day for Portlanders, 101 degrees, which I think changed the physics of the neighborhood somehow, or maybe it was just the music.   I was playing a beautiful Andrew Bird song called Yawny at the Apocalypse, and felt, well, different, dreamy.  Darkness was coming on quickly, yet the notes of the song seemed to prolong those last minutes of twilight, and I was acutely aware of all that was happening around me.

The handsome grey-haired man riding his bicycle, back light blinking to the beat of my heart.  The sound of the Mini passing the myriad parked cars.  The old man, back bent, eager to keep pace with his little dog.  More cyclists riding silently, almost floating down 52nd.  The world was slow and hot – the impending darkness bringing no relief from the fiery day.  I arrived at Bridget’s and realized that the strange light from the heat made everything appear slightly blurred and soft – beautiful.  It was idyllic and magical and lovely.  We drove on, enjoying each other’s company after our long absence, eager to sit in a cool theater and enter another world.

The world we entered, that of The Fall, was a perfect match for the evening.  It was an epic and surreal tale of how broken people become whole again – through story telling, friendship, and ultimately love.  The cinematography was exquisitely beautiful – vibrant colors and intimate camera angles, painting a portrait that will reside in me for a long, long time.  The cherry on top of a perfectly hot day.

 

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Top Ten

The other day, I mentioned how cleaning bugs out of ceiling fixtures was not on my top ten list of things to do, which got me wondering what really is on that list.  Here, with very little fanfare, is the run down.  I have not put them into a numerical order because, fussy girl that I am, it really depends on the day. 

* Spending time with my dear, sweet husband.

* Reading – books, magazines, blogs, newspapers, the occasional cereal box.

* Writing – my book, this blog, a note to a loved one, I like that creative time in my head.

* Watching movies – though I am fussy, only liking Colleen-style good movies like Drugstore Cowboy, The Natural, Amelie, and more!

* Spending time with friends, family, and the kitty cats

* Exploring – my neighborhood, Portland, the glorious U.S.A., the world.  The picture is from last summer’s adventure at the Hameau le Roux in Lussan, France.

* Home keeping – I like it clean, tidy, and good looking!

* Cooking and Eating – sorry, a tie.  If I cook it, I want to eat it!  Me want food!

* Learning – I am curious as all get out and love, love, love to keep my brain energized.

* Exercising – Yoga, rowing, Nia, walking, biking, the eight minute variety…

What is on your list?

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