Why I Love Hockey

But first, a TV mini-rant. I've made it abundantly clear that I'm not the biggest fan of episodic television. I've liked some shows like Six Feet Under and The Sopranos, but after two seasons I usually get bored or annoyed. I'm a movie guy. I like resolution. But I did get sucked into a show called The Playboy Club on NBC. It just got cancelled after three episodes. Sure it wasn't the best show, but the writing was decent. There was a good flow, especially with the club manager's character. Anyway, just surprised, that's all. Especially since Pan Am is a horrible show and just got a huge article on it in the Globe.

Ok I just talked way too much about TV. Fuck TV. Reasons why hockey is the best-

1) It's on ice. Without a doubt the most unforgiving surface in every way.
2) They wear SWEATERS, not jerseys. I've always hated the word "jersey" and have always adored sweaters.
3) It's an international sport, but with interesting countries that you can't pronounce and are cold as fuck. As a New Englander, I appreciate this.
4) Beards

5) Goalies in full pads look like bears or monsters from Where the Wild Things Are

6) Punching.
7) Expansion teams are slowly being moved to places where people actually give a fuck about the sport.
8) Hockey gave us the greatest photograph ever captured-

New Week, New Videos

First, the old. An Experiment in Romantic Reductionism. Did it last semester. The idea of this experiment is to focus on the little moments in everyday life that carry (hopefully) bigger meaning. These are just my examples. You can make your own.

Second, Ballet for Tape Music will be exported tomorrow. Expect that online in the next few days.

Third, Stallion was shot earlier this evening. The loop will be edited tomorrow. The soundtrack will have a final mix-down. A self-contained QT edit will be online in the next few days but the full instillation (including a "suburbs" bounce) won't be ready till next week (realistically).

I need to bang out essentially two more pieces. Gotta crack the whip on Slip Conway. Also need to plan filming the performance of KFFS. I'm going to visit the rehearsals tomorrow for the first time in a month.

The Civil War has been on WGBH all weekend long. I have been somewhat transfixed. It's probably the stock Burns uses...or the narration and soft violin music. Either way, perfect nap soundtrack next to ball games.

I smell pizza and beer. Hurry up, next weekend.

An Experiment in Romantic Reductionism from T. Kane Stanton on Vimeo.

Fresh Fish

How many people can write blogs about quilts? Honestly? I just stumbled on six quilt related blogs in a row. For a while I thought a lot of people didn't know how to spell "dying" properly.

Then again how many people have rambling blogs that are centered around pop culture in some manner?

Speaking of, I'm watching Shutter Island (2010) for the first time. I really need the tie Leo DiCaprio has in this film. In fact, I need to dress like a broke Los Angeles private eye from the 1940s more often. I need to stop smoking like one, that's for sure. This film is already reminding me of a B mystery movie from that era. Lots of fast talking exposition. I should devote all my attention to this but my mind won't shut up. I need to purge thoughts somehow. Really deep stuff...Hey look, Ben Kingsly. All right, I'll stop commentating the movie.

I feel really anxious being outside of Boston. I had a grueling dream that involved being in my theatre back on the Cape where I heard dozens of children voices but saw no one, and another one where a loved one berated me on an old color TV set. Obviously I'm nervous. I mean hell, the crude language in this film is offending me slightly. Maybe that's because I just watched about two hours of Laurel and Hardy shorts. As mean as they could be towards each other, they were very childlike and innocent. In a way, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia is the new Laurel and Hardy. Both gangs get into wild situations to better themselves in society...and fail miserably. Hell, they both bought boats that were completely destroyed by their own hands. The Sunny gang get into these bizarre situations that are only held for burlesque skits. I can already see the opening title for the season opener next fall- "The Gang Become Piano Movers." 

Edify is a great word. I should use it more often. I should also stop writing until the film is over.