From The Associated Press Stylebook and Briefing on Media Law:
convince, persuade. You may be convinced that something or of something. You must be persuaded to do something.
Right: The robbers persuaded him to open the vault.
Wrong: The robbers convinced him to open the vault.
Right: The robbers convinced him that it was the right thing to do.
Wrong: The robbers persuaded him that it was the right thing to do.
Our book Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous & Obscure is now featured in Time Magazine in an article about our country’s new fondness for brevity.
Short is in. Online Americans, fed up with e-mail overload and blogorrhea, are retreating into micro-writing. Six-word memoirs. Four-word film reviews. Twelve-word novels. Mini-lit is thriving.
I’m now breaking into the next project: baseboards. My handy old man, who’s got a wood shop out at his ranch, was gracious enough a couple weeks ago to cut me about 120 feet of material for the base molding of the place. Thanks Pop!
He ripped 120 linear feet of three separate molding pieces:
— the base
— the topping, which he rounded off with a router
— the ribbon
I went with black to anchor the room down. Last week I stained all the material Minwax Ebony #2718 , figuring to match the floor and lattice. I forgot to take pix of the freshly cut wood beforehand, but I trust you can use your imagination.
After the stain dried, I realized that pine is probably not the best wood suited for stain. (Write that down.) It’s too soft. So I backed up, went out and picked up a quart of Black Magic in eggshell, threw down some plastic last night, and painted the bases and some of the ribbons. They’ll dry by tonight, after which I’ll grab the toppings out of the garage and do those in another session with a foam brush. Then it’ll be time to pencil off the math, break out the chop saw, and grab the hammer. I could probably rent a nail gun this time, but I’ve grown to enjoy the Zen of pounding nails by hand.
Base molding is all new to me, but my guess is that it’ll be a cakewalk compared to the binary floor job.
To be continued…
Here’s something I haven’t done before: attempt to review a movie before seeing it. Here goes.
When it comes to Hollywood movies, we’ve become so inundated with relentless marketing that many of us have become numb to the whole thing. From Taco Bell commercials to Web banner campaigns to every piece of merchandising imaginable, an aggressively marketed movie is so common that it all eventually becomes noise. A marketed film doesn’t make it a good film, and for me and others, it can actually have the opposite effect of what’s intended: the more marketed a film is, the less inclined we are to care about seeing it.
But we need to be careful not to rob ourselves of a good thing by our own jadedness. If we were to discard all heavily marketed films and regard them as garbage, we can easily throw the baby out with the bath water and miss out on some genuinely fantastic projects that fall through the cracks of our attention span. Sometimes it takes a bit of work — word of mouth — by believers in the project to separate it from the noise and have it noticed by like-minded people who would enjoy it.
Enter: Tropic Thunder.
The marketing for this one has gone through the roof. A couple weeks ago I was at a party, and the studio had a Tropic Thunder booth. They were handing out stickers, pins, cups, and all sorts of merch. Yet still, as usual, I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention. Looked like just another watchable Ben Stiller summer comedy.
Yesterday I got a couple texts from some bros who are coordinating a rally for us this week. Looks like Tropic Thunder’s gonna be the flick we’re gonna see, so I jumped on over to the official site to have a closer look at what we’re in for.
After spending some time checking out the Characters section of the site, then following the link to the Facebook page, and finally following the links to the individual Web sites of each character, I’ve realized that Tropic Thunder may very well be the funniest thing I will ever see.
And it’s high concept. Here’s the premise, from what I gather:
A Vietnam veteran, played by Nick Nolte, wrote an autobiographical book about his Nam experience. His story was purchased by a Hollywood studio, and is now being adapted to a star-studded big-budget action film called Tropic Thunder. The story, with Nolte’s character “Four Leaf” at the helm, follows a platoon of American soldiers through the muddy battlefields of Vietnam in 1969. While the film crew is in the middle of production, things go awry, and they find themselves in real-life combat.
The adapted novel boasts a cast of characters from all over the archetype map, from the bona fide action star to the Australian award-winner to the comedian to the hip-hop artist crossing over into acting. Each actor hired on for the production has his own Web site, which includes a biography, filmography, and links to other projects they’re associated with.
This Tropic Thunder thing is a blast of parody and satire, with a unique layer of humor that is so smart it’s bringing me to tears. Before seeing the film, I’ve been spending a bit of time indulging in the online set-up. And it is KILLING ME. The whole shebang is a clinic in character development, giving us an extraordinary familiarity with characters before even watching the movie. Such a rare thing. Back in 1999, a similar technique was used in The Blair Witch Project, but outside of remakes and adaptations, I can’t think of many films that have been set up so thoroughly with online supplements.
I can’t wait to see the film. I’m going in with high expectations, so logic tells me I could only be disappointed. But from what I’ve gotten out of the online set-up, I’ve already gotten my money’s worth.
Below are some notable sites to visit before you see the film. Pay attention to the small details. Killer writing:
The Tropic Thunder official site is a good start: http://tropicthunder.com
Then familiarize yourself with:
Tugg Speedman (don’t miss his favorite charity)
Official site: http://tuggspeedman.com
The Scorcher VI movie site in which he stars: http://www.scorchermovie.com
Kirk Lazarus
Official site: http://www.kirklazarus.com
The Satan’s Alley movie site in which he played an award-winning role: http://www.satansalley.com
Jeff Portnoy
Official site: http://www.jeffportnoy.com
The Fatties sequel movie site in which he stars: http://www.fatties2.com
Cody Keith Underwood (Special Effects expert; don’t miss his previous work)
Official site: http://www.codyeffects.com
Alpa Chino
Official site: http://www.alpa-chino.com
Kevin Sandusky
Check out his MySpace page: http://www.myspace.com/kevinsandusky
Check out this mid-century gem. Found her on craigslist last week. After coordinating a truck and some borrowed brawn, we went down to Newport Beach and picked it up on Saturday. Special thanks to two big brothers I never had: Roy, for the roomy Tundra, and Hector, for the burly awesomeness.
It’s been in the same family of sisters since the fifties. They were military brats — baby boomers — and their father got it while they were in Japan in 1956. Their pop was quite the entertainer, and used the bar to serve many generals and a wide range of characters over the decades. It eventually made its way to the states where it found temporary action in Northern California, South Dakota, Nebraska, Texas, and eventually Southern California. (Far-out piece of trivia: one of the sisters had a girlfriend who dated Robin Williams back in the seventies. He partied on this bar, so one can only imagine the stories its surface could tell.)
It’s solid wood, which looks to be oak or walnut. Tons of storage, which includes a cutting board and a supercool lined ice drawer.
I’ve always dug the mid-century vibe for some reason. I suspect it may have something to do with my love for The Twilight Zone, my favorite body of storytelling ever, which aired on television from 1959-1964. There’s something about the show’s tone — particularly within the context of the material — that has a certain timelessness to it. It’ll never feel dated to me. My subconscious probably associates the mid-century flavor of the Zone’s sets with timelessness. (Incidentally, my Slingerland kit is the same vintage; the shells are 1958 and ’59.)
So here she is at her new home, fitting right in with those 1945 oak floors in a crib that’s turning out to be a mashy mix of the loftily crafticious urbomodern remodel wrapped around the post-WWII California bungalow core. Now it’s time to gear up with tools and stock the thing, which I’m getting quite a bit of feedback on. I’ll be putting together a shopping list and slapping it at the bottom of this post shortly.
*UPDATE 06.11.09*: Barstools!
