It's odd when all is doom and gloom on a national scale, but in your own life, aren't much different than they always are. In fact, when I'm writing every day, and I love what I'm writing, it anchors and heartens me in a way nothing else does. To go to bed thinking about a scene I've just written, that I'm really proud of, there is just no feeling quite like it.
As alternately appalled and amused as I am by the economic and political goings on, I have to give points all around for the sheer theatricality of it all. Compared to the mess on Capitol Hill, the McCain grandstanding, and Palin's incoherence about Alaskan airspace and Vladimir Putin, Ugly Betty's season premiere seemed singularly boring. Did they fire the writing staff? Her horror over the condition of that HUGE New York apartment was ludicrous. So put on a coat of paint.
My nephew's film opens today. The New York Times review was less than stellar and so I'm pissed off at the reviewer. If you live in NY, ignore her and go see it. I promise, you'll have a great time. Here's my official quote about it: "A study in hope, hubris and humor. Watch yourself spend 90 minutes without blinking."
MCO 2008
I'm still catching up on your blog, but it's kind of fun to have all this rich material to read through. This Hy-Art really pleases my eye. I'm not familiar with John's work, but the merger of the shadowed composition with the crisp clarity of OKeeffe's work is a wonderful combination.
My feelings about reviewers is that their brillance often exist only in their own minds. Wish that I could see your nephew's film.