Bits of Existence

In late 2007, before I had found a job, Johnathan and I went to the West Side Market a few times to get our produce. We had some good experiences, but found that our produce was going bad woefully soon, despite it being the peak of harvest season for some of the vegetables that we brought home. After that, we stopped going, preferring instead to buy frozen veggies and whatever looked good at the grocery store that trip. I chalked it up to the season getting later, and perhaps that we bought too much and didn’t pick wisely. However, owing to how much we lost and the fact that in the spring, I got a job that meant working every Saturday, going to the market was out.

Since I now have Saturdays free, it meant we could go together to the market, and since it’s going on Summer, we figured it would be good to go back to the market to get some fresh vegetables and support local growers. This past Saturday, we headed out fairly early to get there before the place was absolutely packed with people. It was nice to walk from stand to stand and take in what each one had to offer. We tried to keep from buying too much from any one stand and we did our best to scope out the cheapest prices that were offered. In the end, we came away with four zucchini, four yellow squash, two limes, two lemons, two things of broccoli, two enormous vidalia onions, one very large red onion, an orange, about six peppers (at least four red, not sure why), two ham hocks and a loaf of bread. We spent about $30 total while we were there.

Incidentally, we loved doing our shopping on Saturday morning for a change instead of a weekday evening. People are so much friendlier! Both the customers and the cashiers at the stores were less pushy and stressed out. It was fantastic. It took us three hours from when we left for the market until we got home and finished putting all of the groceries away. I’d say that’s pretty good for three stops and a massive amount of groceries. (We needed to stock up on pretty much everything.)

I was feeling pretty good about our choice to buy our veggies at the market, until Tuesday morning, when I got up and wondered what the foul smell in the kitchen was. It took me a little while to figure out what it was, but I did eventually find the source. The first thing I found was that our orange was half molded over. Following that, I discovered that the foul smell actually originated from our zucchini and yellow squash. One zucchini was so rotted through it fell apart and was oozing in the bowl where I had put it. Another was almost at the same point, and a third had mold all down one side. One yellow squash had an enormous rot spot on one side. Four days after we purchased this produce, it was going bad. It doesn’t seem reasonable to me to lose so much produce in such a short span from purchase. All in all, we lost about $8 worth of produce. I was able to salvage the orange – thankfully the mold was only on the outside and I only needed its juice, but everything else was a total loss.

Needless to say, we weren’t very happy about how that turned out. We wanted our trip to the market to be a nice change to our usual shopping habits, and I really wanted to be able to support more local commerce than megamarts. I’m disappointed that we put so much faith in the people who put these stands together and that their produce ended up being sub-par. We will be going back to the market, but with this in mind, the way we shop will change:

• We won’t buy as much. Obviously this stuff is so close to being on its way out that it doesn’t last as long as expected, so we might as well go more often if we need to.
• We’ll keep track of which vendors have given us produce that’s gone south in a hurry, and which ones have given us quality produce. We might as well play favorites in this kind of scenario.
• We won’t let them pick for us from the back. With the squash and zucchini, we let them do this for us, and I think that may have been part of the cause – it was the older produce to begin with. (The orange we picked out ourselves. I have no idea what happened there.)

It’s not a lot of change, but it’s some. I’d hate to give up on the market completely so quickly after going back for the first time in a year and a half. We do want to shop at the market. We just don’t want to lose what we buy so soon after bringing it home.

If you’re in the Cleveland area, do check out the West Side Market! We’ve gotten some great bread there and the produce is really nice when it lasts a reasonable amount of time.

When I started working at my first call center in late 2005, I found myself at a loss as to what to do with my hands and feet and my constant need to fidget. I came from retail and wasn’t used to sitting except on lunch and breaks, let alone for eight hours a day. I don’t remember what put it into my head, but I decided that it might be a good idea to learn to crochet. So, during training, when I finished my segments for the day before others did, I would experiment with crochet. It didn’t take me very long to realize that I was really, really bad at crocheting – not even in a beginner kind of way. I  was just bad at it. I decided to try out knitting instead. I swiped a book kit from my mom and started teaching myself. I know learning to knit was partially motivated by my interest in making my own Hufflepuff scarf in the style of the scarves in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. With a little help from someone that I worked with, I caught on to the basic knit and purl fairly quickly.

Once I got down the basics of knitting, I decided to tackle knitting in the round. I couldn’t tell you why I decided to jump into that first. In the course of about a month, I knitted a whole scarf in Slytherin for my brother, just by knitting it while I was at work. I later ended up frogging it because it was far too wide and thick to be useable as anything, let alone a scarf. At some point after I finished it, I blindly quit that job with no immediate opportunities presenting themselves afterward, so I kind of lost sight of my knitting for a while. I didn’t do much by the way of productive knitting, as my brother’s scarf sat idle and the yarn that I had ordered for my own Hufflepuff scarf stayed in its packaging.

When I went on vacation in late August of 2006, I started on my Hufflepuff scarf for good, and got about a quarter of the way to finished, then laid it aside. I’ve since managed to get it to about 50% of the way completed, but again lost interest in it some time ago. It seems that working full time at a job where I can’t knit at work and knitting do not go well together!

Well, thanks to my recent change in employment status (something I haven’t told many people about yet, sorry – it’s not exactly something one shouts from the rooftops!), I found myself with more time on my hands. Since I’ve been used to doing things for nine hours straight five days a week, I didn’t really know what to do with myself at first. I pulled up Ravelry (friend me?) on a whim and was reminded of all of the patterns that I’d bookmarked and drooled over, but never gotten around to making. I started on the Matilda Scarf, just trying it out, on Monday, June 1, as something to do in between the chores around the apartment. On Tuesday, I tore it apart and started over again. I made such good progress on it that I decided that I would pursue it to completion. I hadn’t decided what to do with it, but it occurred to me that my mother-in-law’s birthday was coming up and neither Johnathan nor I had done anything for her by way of a gift. Aha! A purpose!

Well, I knitted like crazy through Wednesday and Thursday, trying to get it done as quickly as possible. I ran into a lot of issues – I’d drop a stitch and not notice right away, or cross my cables the wrong direction. There was a lot of swearing, a lot of grumbling and I’ll admit I thought about ripping the whole thing out more than once. By Saturday, I had about three feet knitted up, and instead of helping make pierogis (our reason for going over that day), I knitted some more.

It took me until about 10:30PM yesterday, but I finally did my very first bind-off on a knitted project. I did 7.5 feet of cables with 2.5 skeins of yarn (Caron Simply Soft Eco in Ocean – I really like it!) in one week. I can tell you I don’t think I’ll be tackling something like this again for a little while, simply because it is a lot of work to do so much cabling on one scarf, but I definitely want to do another one. Maybe even one for myself! The way it looks when finished is simply lovely, and I like the weight of it. It’s a fantastic scarf for a colder climate. And damn, isn’t it stunning!

I can tell this is the start of something good. I took today off of doing any knitting, but tomorrow I’m going to start on something else – another gift. It will be a little bit late, but I think it will be appreciated nevertheless. I’m exciting. I have something to do which gives me a sense of accomplishment. I am a maker. That works for me!

I grew up buying into the standard outlook on life. I assumed that I would marry my Prince Charming, get a job that would be my 9-5 career, buy a home, and have kids. You know, the typical suburban outlook on life. Even through high school, I assumed that’s what my life would eventually become. I even hoped for it, though not, apparently, as much as my peers. I’d never imagined out what my wedding would be like, nor did I do anything more than think up names for kids – something that I think had more to do with my interest in names than in the kids that they would belong to. (Some of the ideas have since been used for characters or relatives of characters at various RPGs, so it isn’t as if they’re going to waste.)

I have since come to terms with the fact that my life may not be the “standard edition,” and that it’s okay to differ from what we learn early on is “normal.” I married someone that I love, and while I didn’t have the elaborate white wedding that many dream of, I feel like we were true to ourselves in the way we did it. That put a different color on the beginning of our life to begin with.

As I continue to mature and “grow up,” I’m finding that my thoughts turn toward children. Do I want them? I know I have plenty of time to decide, but it’s something that weighs heavily on me. There are times when I think that I want kids, without question. Then I might meet up with a particularly vocal child whose parent looks harried and wonder why anyone would inflict such torture voluntarily on himself. It’s not a very nice way of looking at it to be sure, but it does help me realize that right now would be a bad time to have kids, even if I were decided on having them.

I guess what I’m grappling with is the idea that it might be okay if we were to go through our lives without reproducing. I feel the biological urge to reproduce, to have children of my own, but that conflicts with my hesitance to give myself over to another small human’s wants and needs entirely for a portion of my life. I don’t know if I can do it. Right now, I feel like I’m too selfish in terms of interests and how I want to allocate our money.

This last weekend, I was overwhelmed by the urge, both mentally and physically, to have children. I wanted one right now, even though I don’t feel like we’re in the right place in our lives and that I’ve got plenty of time for it down the line. I guess I’m getting there. At least I seem to have decided that I do want kids – eventually. What’s left is just to change my mind approximately 400 times between now and the eventuality when we may actually have some.

Recently, I was filling out a form which asked me about my musical experience. I did my best to fill it out as completely as possible, starting from the beginning. I realized as I detailed my musical exprience, which dates back to 1990 when I first began to play the flute, that I had almost non-stop involvement in music for sixteen years. I stopped taking lessons and being involved in the Portland Symphonic Choir in early 2006 when I got sick, and then I just didn’t go back to it.

I can’t say that I haven’t missed it since then. I have missed it terribly. It made it hurt a bit and helped me to miss it even more when I realized how present it had been during my formitive years, and how much of my identity was tied up in it.

I can’t say that I’ve ever been a particularly talented musician. I could hold my own in band on the flute, and by merit of a small section could also keep up when I played the oboe. Choir was my joy, though. I started that in high school because I needed an extra elective, not expecting that I would fall in love the way that I did. Dr. Dwight Uphaus was the teacher there at the time, and he was so goofy that he kept me entertained, so earnest that he kept me interested and so encouraging that he kept me involved. I went to solo contest that year as the only freshman who was in the competition itself – I was getting a real score. If I remember right, I got a II+, which wasn’t too shabby for a frosh who had never sung for a competition before. I remember being terrified. My throat dried up and I sang the entire song feeling like my mouth was stuffed with cotton. Somehow, though, “Christopher Robin Is Saying His Prayers” came off and I was charming enough that the judge gave me more than a nod and a smile afterward. She talked to me and gave me some pointers about what I could do better.

I remember moments like that, moments of triumph even as I feel like I’m on the verge of failure, and I feel a little wistful. It’s been three years since I felt the challenge of learning a new piece, of pushing my voice to what I think is its limit and then going just that little bit further and finding emotion where I thought none existed. It’s been three years since I felt the thrill of a tight harmony. I’ve missed it these three years, but one thing or another kept me from actually going back to it. First I was breaking up with a boyfriend, then I was moving, then I was settling in, then I was finding a new teacher, then I was struggling with mild depression, then I was starting a new job. After that… well, what has my excuse been this last year? I don’t have one now. I don’t think I ever really had one. I have a keyboard and a stack of music books at home. Why did’t I teach myself something?

I took steps recently to acquire a music teacher to get myself back to lessons. My voice is so out of shape now that I think I would only damage it if I tried to work myself the way that I’m used to doing. I found the Cleveland Institute of Music online and found that they had a “continuing education” section. Tuition seems reasonable (an 18-week session averages to about $25 per week, which seems good to me since it is a school, not a freelancing teacher). The summer session is shorter at only six weeks, which means it should run much shorter. I filled out an application form on the site and received an email back last week from the department chair clarifying some things and making preliminary plans for me to start up with lessons in the summer session, which starts on June 8.

It’s been three years since I got sick and had to leave the Portland Symphonic Choir, and three years since I stopped taking lessons.  I’m glad to be getting back to music, even if it’s something so simple as starting to take voice lessons again. It feels like I’m getting some of myself back.

I always cringe when people try to categorize me into some semblance of personality “type.” There’s “Type A” versus “Type B,” the Meyers-Briggs categorization, and probably tons of others that I’ve never even heard of. Between personality typing and astrology, people seem to spend so much time evaluating that they can’t possibly have any more time to spend actually living as these supposed “types.”

One example that really sticks with me is an anecdote from a recent conversation at work. I was lamenting to my supervisor that some others don’t take any personal responsibility and that they seem to expect others to constantly feed them the information that they need to know, rather than being proactive and acquiring the information that they’re lacking. My boss just laughed at me and told me for what must be the fifth or sixth time now that I’m “such a Type A personality.” I’m sure she didn’t mean it in a negative way, but after searching the internet for the true meaning of “Type A,” out of sheer curiosity, I came across site after site of lists that were full of largely negative traits. (Or at least, traits that I would classify as negative.) For instance, Wikipedia says:

Symptoms of Type A Behavior

1. An intrinsic insecurity or insufficient level of self-esteem, which is considered to be the root cause of the syndrome. This is believed to be covert and therefore less observable.
2. Time urgency and impatience, which causes irritation and exasperation.
3. Free floating hostility, which can be triggered by even minor incidents.

If you ask me, these don’t sound like positive things to be associated with. I’ll admit that it’s a different set of traits than I learned were associated with the personality type when I was in middle school (where it was simplified that type As were outgoing and proactive as well as incredibly organized), but even so, it’s a typing that frustrates me. It’s oversimplified, and sways to focus only on the  negative. After all, I’m sure Type As have some positive traits with the negative, as Type Bs will have some negatives with the positive. It’s a very skewed way of looking at things.

The same can be said of astrological personality typing. While there doesn’t seem to be a marked focus on the negatives of personality traits, it’s another way of trying to fit people cleanly into boxes. Perhaps this is motivated by a need to identify as a certain something and share that identification with others. But how far should it be taken? Surely this shouldn’t be a way of cleanly categorizing people so that we can decide whether they’re worthy people to be doing X, Y or Z.

An inherent problem with the need to sort people into categories by personality is that it simplifies things to the point that it makes it okay to judge others. One day when I was working at one of the offices, we had a rather… exhuberant customer in who was trying to tell us what kind of personalities we had based on our astrological sign. He and the other girl I was working with had the same sign, so it was easy for him to extol all of the good traits that she supposedly had in common with him. He decided to describe me, and I played along. The second I told him that I was a “cancer,” he went off on me. He started telling me how evil, conniving, underhanded, moody and bitchy that I am. He told me that cancers are never to be trusted and that they’re the worst people to be friends with or associate with, ever.

Well, then. I don’t know if I’m evil and conniving – maybe I am; but how would he have known that? We hadn’t had any real interaction up to that point, and even if we had, I don’t think a five minute conversation is enough to guage how someone truly is as a person. Perhaps I’m moody, I could be bitchy and evil, but thanks to his view of the cancer sign, that’s all he’d see if we’d spent any amount of time together. He’d judged me as he thought I should be rather than as what I am.

I’m pretty sure that my supervisor didn’t mean anything bad by putting me into a category. She and I get along really well, and I think her point was just that I’m incredibly organized and proactive when I’m at work. It’s just how I need to be at work to feel like I’m doing my job to the best of my ability. I don’t think that means that my self-esteem is suffering, that I’m generally hostile or impatient.

I know that this is something that I’m just not going to be able to change, but that unfortunately doesn’t ease my frustration at the simplistic way of classification.

As I mentioned before, Johnathan and I took part again in the Cleveland International Film Festival this year. Our original itinerary included eighteen movies, and due to our interest in a couple of films that we hadn’t originally picked up to see. (They were White on Rice and Lemon Tree.) So, our total came to twenty films at the festival over ten festival days. I also spent my day off – Wednesday – watching movies, and watched one on the first Sunday and one on on the second. So, over the course of ten days, I actually watched twenty-five films. I’d say I’m movied out, but I really don’t feel like I am.

The first film we saw was on day 2 of the festival: La Belle Personne. As a starting film, we found it was a let-down. The characters were on the whole uninteresting and undeveloped, and there was a lack of emotion that seemed to ruin many of the potentially poignant moments in the film. We left the film feeling decidedly disappointed.

We started out fairly early the next morning to get to the first film of our second day, Welcome to Farewell-Gutmann.  I really enjoyed this one. It was kind of intense in spots, but it had some good laughs and an intriguing plot. The characters were well-established without excess information being shoved in our faces, and the plot propelled itself without needing to be forced. After the movie was over, we had planned to take a block off for lunch, not thinking about the fact that we would be able to eat fairly quickly. We then had three hours to kill. (I think I nearly killed my phone by using it for normal internet browsing during that downtime.)

After that, we lined up for Children of Invention. The film was so charming. I really became emotionally involved in the life of each of the family members, even while the mother was struggling with her own “addiction” to get rich quick/pyramid schemes. The children were so adorable and winning.

After the film was over, we turned around and got in line for the next one, which was Night and Day. The line for this one wasn’t long at all, as compared to the line for Children of Invention. We got fairly good seats – actually in the middle section, too! (We tended to stay to the right side of the house and sit all the way against the wall; more guaranteed seats that way, and that way nobody had to climb over us if they wanted seats farther in.) I have to say, this is one of the longest movies I’ve seen without much plot to show for it. The main character started out interesting, but as the movie progressed, I was unimpressed with his demeanor. The surrounding characters were mostly flat. The story moved too slowly to hold much attention, and while there were some amusing moments, the movie just felt bland. The inclusion of a random dream sequence that accomplished nothing did little to improve my opinion of the film. This one was our second disappointment.

Fresh off of one of the longer movies that we saw at the festival, we turned around and got straight back in line again to see Tokyo!. It was… strange. Bizarre. I will say that it was the perfect midnight movie. I didn’t dislike it, but I don’t think I would have liked it at all had I seen it the next day at the 2PM showing instead of at midnight after having seen three other movies, slight lack of sleep, hopped up on caffeine and jittery. I’m honestly still on the fence about this one. I can’t decide whether I liked or disliked it. I think it was just middling for me, and it was certainly weird.

Some poor planning on my part meant that after getting out of the movie the previous evening at about 2AM, we had to get back downtown to see Cherry Blossoms at 11:20AM the next morning. Whoops. Thankfully, the movie was good and successfully captured my attention. This was the runaway hit of the festival; people couldn’t stop talking about it to the point that there was another showing added on top of the two that had already gone, and all three sold out two theaters. I thought the movie was good. It may have even qualified for very good. (I believe Johnathan thought it was excellent.) It was poignant, emotionally charged and interesting. The landscapes were well-captured and the characters sufficiently established in their lives so that the audience became invested in their lives.

Once again, we scheduled downtime for ourselves that we didn’t actually need, so again, I found myself playing on my phone and draining the battery for several hours. (Needless to say – we learned our lesson. Don’t skip movie blocks if you can help it! Or else, bring a book.) Our next film was Eldorado. I will be the first to admit that I really didn’t understand what the plot was meant to be. The movie seemed to go on in its fun and games vein without really establishing anything by way of plot, and then suddenly it was over. There were some entertaining moments, but that’s about all that could be said of this one. It was just not great.

Thankfully, we had another one that we were pretty certain would be good following right after so there wasn’t really much time to dwell on the disappointment. Prom Night in Mississippi was next on our itinerary, which we were both pretty excited to see. It was a documentary about a town which, until 2008, had always held segregated proms. I liked seeing the various students express their sentiments about how the felt regarding the separated proms and how they felt about the possibility of finally having an integrated one. I really enjoyed the story and the way it was shared. It was a little slow in spots, but I really enjoyed it otherwise.

Monday, it was back to work (with my groggy, sleep-deprived self!) and looking forward to seeing Crude after work. I thought that one was good, but not great. It was slightly preachy, which I thought was probably natural given the subject matter (the damage that Big Name Oil Companies have caused in South America by unethical and reckless drilling habits). It was good, but I couldn’t go so far to say it was great.

Tuesday night, we saw Forgotten Transports: To Estonia, which was a documentary about a group of women who had gone from camp to camp together during the Holocaust. I enjoyed it because instead of focusing on the travesty and making a point of giving out the numbers to further illustrate the tragedy, this focused on the relationships between the women. There was laughter, and they shared some happy memories in addition to the sad ones. It was a more emotional story in that it more humanized both those who had been in the camps and the Nazi soldiers who were purpetrating the crimes against them in the camps. I was really glad that we saw this one.

I had Wednesday off, and since Johnathan has an earlier work schedule, we were able to see three movies on Wednesday instead of the one that we were seeing during the rest of the work week. The first one we saw was Correction. We got settled into our seats easily because the line wasn’t long for this one. An older couple sat down in front of us, which isn’t an issue ordinarily – seats are for sitting. The problem was with the woman’s perfume. (Or maybe her hairspray – it was hard to tell; it was overwhelming.) I tried to tough it out, but any time I’d move or readjust, her perfume would come at me again and I’d have a wave of nausea. Coming off of food poisoning, that feeling is twice as bad as it’s ever been, so I definitely didn’t want to cope with that for the whole film. We moved down a few rows, behind a single movie-goer which seemed promising. He wasn’t emitting the foul perfume. Much to my dismay, his female counterpart, who joined him just moments before the lights went down for the movie to begin, was wearing the very same perfume as the lady two rows back. Needless to say, I was not impressed. I was also unimpressed with the audible talking and the singing that went on at one point. The movie itself was nothing worth talking about. It could have used some dialog to maybe establish a semblance of plot, and perhaps a steadicam so that the audience wasn’t prone to motion sickness. It was bar none the worst movie that we saw at the festival. I think it’s the only one that I gave a rating of “poor.”

After Correction, we saw Dunya & Desie, which I thought was really great. The characters were endearing, and their journey had a purpose. The turn of events was interesting and there were enough comical moments to keep the mood of the film light. Johnathan classified it as a “chick flick,” and I suppose he could be right. It was definitely focused on relationships and the journey of said relationships rather than anything… I dunno, exploding. I thought it was poignant and emotionally interesting.

Straight after this was over, it was back in line for yet another film: An Alternative to Slitting Your Wrist, which I was pretty excited to see. It was filmed by a guy who grew up in Cleveland, and it was just an interesting premise. He had ended up in the hospital after a breakdown, and while he was there, he wrote a list of 52 things he would do in the next year instead of committing suicide. The documentary was basically an account of what that year of things. It was very emotional, but also amusing as he showed clips of some of the sillier things on his list (squirrel fishing, for instance). There was a Q&A with him afterward and I was really glad that we had both seen the movie and gotten to see the documentary. I’m thinking we might have to buy it on DVD; I think it’d be worth having around.

The next day it was back to work, then yet another trip downtown immediately afterward for a movie. Parking was absolutely horrible that day, and people were being crazy in the garage, so after work, I was grumpy enough that the parking situation made it worse. No matter – we got in line for Between the Folds with plenty of time to spare and headed in. Our seats were about midway down, as we liked them, and the theater filled up completely.  Preceeding the movie was a short film called Sing Opera! which was very cute. We should have realized at this point that we had inconsiderate neighbors, because they kept talking during the short. I thought that it was maybe because the short film wasn’t what they were there to see (despite it being advertised in the program guide with Between the Folds). I was getting increasingly annoyed as the movie began because the woman began saying “Oooh!” and “Ahh!” at every interesting piece of origami that was shown on the screen. They were all neat and intricate, but I didn’t think it merited the volume that she was using. She and her husband continued to talk throughout the film, discussing the different techniques, the different pieces and making comments to each other about it. Johnathan shushed them twice. Someone from across the aisle shushed them. Someone from behind us shushed them. Nothing kept them from talking – it didn’t even slow them down. I was livid. If that wasn’t bad enough, there was someone in the front row who kept having strange sneezes about every two minutes or so, which just added to my anger at the situation. I couldn’t even now tell you how the film was. Much of my time was spent trying not to lean over and hit the man or his wife for their inconsideration to those around them. This was the by far the worst audience experience that we had throughout the festival.  I left in a rotten mood and if I’d had the guts to do it, I would have asked the couple next to us to give us $20 to pay for the movie that the had just ruined entirely for us. Unfortunately, I wasn’t brave enough to confront them about it.

The next day, I worked again, and I was hopeful that perhaps we would be seeing a better movie with a better audience. First off, though, we were heading down for a “Tweetup” at Houlihan’s at Tower City. We had been planning it since about day two of the festival, and we’d had a total of seven people from Twitter RSVP for it, including us. One of the people who was planning it with us got sick, so he couldn’t make it, and we assumed his female counterpart wouldn’t make it since he wasn’t going to. One of the people who had RSVPed was working at the festival and I’m pretty sure he just got tied up and couldn’t make it up there. The other two who were supposed to come? We have no idea. Johnathan and I were there, and there was one other lady from Twitter who did make it, so the three of us sat and ate dinner, then we headed down to see our next film.

Alexander the Last had looked interesting in the guide and I was hopeful. The audience for the film, we discovered, was a younger crowd. I was a bit worried to see that, but figured that wouldn’t hopefully affect our audience experience. I was also maybe over-sensitive to the noise that they were making in the queue because I had developed a headache over the course of the day and by that point, my head was throbbing. I took something for it, and by the time the movie started, it subsided, so I’m confident that my feelings about the movie weren’t influenced by that. I guess it goes without saying that I didn’t really enjoy it. Actually, the guy at the end of our row summed it up perfectly after the film: “I don’t get it.” I felt like there was little by way of plot, and if I hadn’t read the summary in the guide, I probably wouldn’t have had any clue what the point was supposed to be. What’s even stranger to me is that others seem to have absolutely loved this film, so I’m wondering if maybe I missed some incredibly important moment that made the whole thing make sense. The chemistry that was supposed to be there was one-sided, and I found it difficult to care much about the characters because they weren’t very well established. It was disappointing because this was one of the ones I was looking most forward to.

The next day, I worked from 8:45 to 1:45, then came home, only to head right back out. We went to Red Robin for lunch and had the worst experience that I’ve ever had there. We were taken to a table that didn’t look like it had been wiped down yet. The manager was a bit surprised at that and quickly got someone over to sweep the floor, though nobody came by to wipe down the still-sticky table. Strike one. Our waitress showed up just seconds after we arrived at the table and started basically demanding our drink order before we’d even had a chance to sit down at the table. I said I didn’t know what I wanted and she just stood there expectantly, forcing me to make a quick decision about what I wanted to drink. Strike two, and we hadn’t even sat down yet. Strikes three through whatever happened when we had to deal with a smug waitress who did very little by way of service. She took our order but asking questions made her surly toward us, which was unpleasant. We had no silverware, no napkins, had to ask for refills. I was totally disgusted with the whole experience. If we hadn’t been in a hurry, we’d have stopped to tell the manager how the experience went.

Our first film on the second Saturday was White on Rice, which was a late addition for us. The theater filled up quite a bit, so I was hopeful that it would be a good one. The film itself was quite entertaining. I thought it would be uncomfortably awkward, but the main character was endearing enough that it took the edge off of it some. It had a lot of funny spots, and I liked the way that it ended. It was one of those endings that isn’t quite clean, but in a way that is still satisfying. The only aggravating thing about the movie was the people behind us. The girl behind us had no concept of what it was to be quiet in a movie theater, and her laugh was loud and shrill – and she laughed often, sometimes in places that weren’t actually that funny to the rest of the audience. Her friend next to her was what we called a leaky tire. He put his finger on one side of his now then slowly and loudly breathed out through the other nostril. It was quite loud and we weren’t sure what he was trying to accomplish by doing that. They also talked a bit during the movie, but it only took turning around once or twice for them to get the hint about that. Thankfully they weren’t near as bad as the sneezer and the talkers during Between the Folds.

Next up was  Shall We Kiss?. After a little something to eat, we headed to the queue for that film and got into line. We were there quite early, but that worked out well. We got in line behind someone who was really nice. She and her boyfriend were seeing 39 films this year, and we’d seen many of the same films and also quite a few different, so we had a lot to talk about. It was great finding someone willing to chat in the line. It made the time before the film pass so much faster. Next thing we knew, it was time to go in. If the audience for this one was bad, we didn’t notice. The film was engaging and well-paced. I never felt like things were moving too slowly, though it wasn’t moving quickly. This one ranked up among my favorites in the festival. It was very good.

After that, it was time to get back into line again for Sparrow. I wasn’t as taken with this one. It was okay. Not great, but not bad. The pacing was off, and there were things that went unsaid that I think needed to be established to actually fuel interest in the characters. It felt like it was trying to be a Chinese Ocean’s 11, and it failed at that.

It was sad to go home that night, knowing that there was only one day of the festival left. We still had two movies left to see, though. Lemon Tree, which we decided to get on stand by since we weren’t able to get tickets earlier in the week, was the first one. We arrived at Tower City early, thinking we’d be able to avoid the crowds at the parking garage for the Cavs game, knowing there was one that day. What we didn’t realize was that it was actually a midday game so we’d arrived after the garage was filled. It took us a little while, but we did eventually find a spot to park and headed inside. We got down to the cinema and Johnathan asked where we should line up for Lemon Tree stand by. They told us that they thought there were still tickets being sold. … Oh. Apparently more tickets had been released, but the film had still been listed as stand by on the website, as well as still being shown on stand by in The Daily. We bought our tickets then found ourselves with an hour and a half to kill before we needed to actually get into line. I settled in to read my book, and Johnathan wandered around taking pictures. About forty-five minutes before the movie was set to start, we got into line. The theater filled up quite a bit, but I think everyone who was on stand by got into it. This one was excellent. It was emotional and I liked that it gave a more personal look into the conflict in the area. The characters were rich, and even without fully understanding the culture of the area, I felt like I understood what was going on and the motivations behind the reactions of the various characters. This one was up among my favorites for the festival, too.

After Lemon Tree, we did our last turn around and got in line for The Brothers Bloom. I had heard good things about it. The theater was completely filled (as, I think, was the second theater that this film was showing in). I was not disappointed. The pacing was good, the characters were interesting and the plot never got too heavy on us without something to break it up. I know I’ve said this before, but this is among my favorites of the films during the festival. It was really very good.

Afterward was the closing night reception. Everyone who was in a film during that final block was invited to attend, and we figured we would go. They were serving champagne and coffee as well as cookies and brownies. I snagged a brownie and Johnathan got a couple of cookies and we staked out space toward the front to watch the ceremony. They announced the winners for the various categories (we’d only seen one of them – the one that won the audience choice award: Cherry Blossoms), as well as the final attendance numbers. From the first Friday of the festival on through the last day, every single day exceeded previous attendance records. The overall attendance for the festival exceeded last year’s by 27%, coming to almost 66,500 people. It was amazing to have been a part of all of that record breaking, as well as to have helped out with the challenge match which also far exceeded the goal. They hit $52,000 which was almost $20k more than the goal of $33,000. The ceremony was emotional because of how emotional the CIFF staffers were and also because it was really punctuating that it was over for this year.

I can’t accurately put into words how amazing this festival was. Thanks to the involvement of the marketing director on Twitter and the other people at the festival (for the most part) being so wonderful and friendly, I really felt like a part of a community. I actually felt like I was a part of Cleveland, and that’s a new feeling for me – I’ve been here a year and a half now and never felt like I was a part of Cleveland. I’ve felt like a transplanted Portlander. I’m still a Portlander at my core, but now at least part of me is invested in what goes on here, which means I’m not just coasting through my time here.

We’re already looking forward to the 34th Annual Cleveland International Film Festival. We’ve decided that we’re going to take the week off and also become passholders so that we can just walk into films without having to worry about work or schedule obsessively. We won’t have to wait inline as much and we’ll have the advantage of the Hospitality Headquarters where we can get a snack if we need to. This was such a great experience; I can’t wait until next year so that we can do it again – plus some.

This weekend was the opening weekend of the 33rd Cleveland International Film Festival (CIFF). Johnathan and I have been looking forward to this year’s festival since last year when we saw a mere three films over the course of the whole festival. Part of the reasoning for that was because of how late we heard of it, and part of it was lack of money. This year, we decided to do it up right because we had both the money and the advance knowledge of what films would be showing and when. When tickets went on sale on March 9, we had fourteen films picked out, so we bought five six-packs of vouchers and selected fourteen films with them. To the tune of $300, we were going to see fifteen films. That seems like a lot of movies, really, and as we started to put them on the calendar, we realized that it is. But it’s fine! I love movies and so does Johnathan, so it would be worth it.

The CIFF account on twitter did some trivia during the week before the festival started on Thursday night, and while I missed a few days due to the timing of my lunch hour, on Monday and Tuesday, I made it a point to stick around for the trivia. I managed to win a set of vouchers on Monday by answering correctly the question, “What was the first film to walk away with the Greg Gund Memorial Standing Up Film Competition Award?” (The answer was ‘American Blackout’.) The next day, I was fortunate enough to win another set of vouchers by answering the question, “What CIFF Closing Night film starred Eric Stoltz?” (The answer was ‘The Water Dance’, which I actually found out through an e-bay listing!) Between those two sets of vouchers plus a set that I was able to claim through work as my “Christmas” gift, that brought us to a whopping eighteen movies.

The ones we picked out are:

• La Belle Personne: 3/20 9:40PM
• Welcome to Farewell-Gutmann: 3/21 1:50PM
• Children of Invention: 3/21 7:30PM
• Night and Day: 3/21 9:20PM
• Tokyo!: 3/21 Midnight
• Cherry Blossoms – Hanami: 3/22 11:20AM
• Eldorado: 3/22 4:45PM
• Prom Night in Mississippi: 3/22 7:20PM
• Crude: 3/23 6:45PM
• Forgotten Transports: To Estonia: 3/24 7PM
• Correction: 3/25 5PM
• Dunya & Desie: 3/25 7:05PM
• An Alternative to Slitting Your Wrist: 3/25 9:50PM
• Between the Folds: 3/26 7:15PM
• Alexander the Last: 3/27 9:30PM
• Shall We Kiss?: 3/28 7:30PM
• Sparrow: 3/28 10PM
• The Brothers Bloom: 3/29 7PM

The only one that we wanted to see and couldn’t get was Lemon Tree (3/29 4:35PM), which went on Stand-By just before we went to exchange our vouchers. (We picked up Forgotten Transports instead.) We may still try for it on stand-by – we haven’t decided yet.

We’re incredibly busy every day, which is fun because we’re usually such homebodies that we might not have any committments for weeks on end. Of course, to go from doing very little to having something every single day for eleven days is very intense. I’m having a blast, though! I think I’m going to try to actually write up “reviews” (for all that I’m qualified to offer my opinions on the subject) for the films we’ve seen soon, although between work and trying to keep up at home, I’m not sure when I’ll have time. I’m having a great time, though, and I so recommend that everyone check out their local festivals if they can!

Just after I moved to Ohio in late ‘07, we went to see The Drowsy Chaperone. Cleveland was the second city in the tour, and as such we were fortunate enough to get some fairly big names in the company. Georgia Engel reprised the role that she originated, we had a member of the original cast (part of the ensemble) as Janet and Jonathan Crombie played Man in Chair. The whole experience was a treat, despite the people around us who simply didn’t understand the show.

This time around, I came into the show with the expectation that while I adore it, not everyone will understand it on the same level as I do, and some might not even like it. As we waited for the audience to fill in at the Stocker Arts Center at Lorain County Community College in Elyria, it became clear that the theater was almost entirely filled. From early on in the performance, it was clear that the audience was enjoying it. There was laughter at all of the parts where I expected, and even some where I wasn’t. An older lady two seats down from me almost lost it over the gay marriage joke, which in turn gave me the giggles. The audience was terrific for the most part.

The cast, though… I hate to say things like this, but the cast was mediocre. Just average. Many of them seemed to be cast more for dancing ability than for singing, which detracted from their performances. My other impression of the cast was that they were very young. I scoped them out on the tour website beforehand and they all looked young in their headshots but I’ve known that to be somewhat misleading in the past. In this case, it was smack on. The oldest cast member was Patti McClure who played the Chaperone, and in saying she’s the oldest I don’t think that’s saying much as the rest of the cast was easily all under 30. I think the youth of the cast may have also affected their skill. I’ll say that they certainly had room for improvement, and I feel confident that many of them will get better. Their acting was solid and the dancing was quite good. With some training, the singing could improve, and then perhaps we’ll see some of them on Broadway proper someday.

Something that I didn’t find out until after the performance was that this was a non-Equity production. That doesn’t mean much to me other than that it means that they’re all working very hard without the guarantees that the union offers them, and that they’re still new(-ish) to the theater world.

The set was noticably more simplified than the one we saw in 2007, and the cast was certainly not as good nor as polished. I had a great time, but I think most of that was the show itself moreso than the cast. The cast were the vehicles for the great text, rather than actors participating in it and making it their own.

I have to say that my biggest disappointment, however lame that it might be, was the slight alteration of Kitty’s joke regarding the gangsters. “Holy Cats, Mr. Feldzeig! They’re gangsters!” just doesn’t bring as much humor as “Holy Cats, Mr. Feldzeig! They’re gangsters! From OHIO!” Was it changed because someone decided it wasn’t funny, or was it changed because they were in Ohio? I don’t know and I probably never will, but of all the unnecessary changes of script, that was the most disappointing to me. I have my priorities straight, right?

Last night, Johnathan and I went downtown to see Spring Awakening at the Palace. As good timing would have it, when we were buying tickets, there were some left for on stage seating, so we were two of something like twenty people who were able to sit on the stage for that performance.

I’ve historically been hesitant about Spring Awakening because I had seen a bootleg of it and read the plot summary and just didn’t see the appeal. The music wormed its way into my affections to the point where I now know all the words, but I was still slightly hesitant about seeing the show live.

It was totally worth it. We got there very early so we were in one of the first groups to get seated. After what seemed like a requisite warning to essentially behave ourselves (don’t stand up, don’t leave your seat until an usher comes to get you, no singing along, etc), we just sat and waited. (On really hard, rather uncomfortable seats, actually.) A few people seemed to straggle in just a few minutes before showtime and then I think all the patron seats were actually filled.

There were a few empty seats throughout, and some of them were without numbers, so the few of us chatting on our side speculated that at least the people next to those seats would have visitors. We were right! What we didn’t know was that all the seats lacking in patrons would be filled by cast members. That was kind of cool. I had a cast member on my left and Johnathan had one on his right. It was cool to be sitting there enjoying the show (albeit from strange angles), and then to hear the person at my side start singing as part of the chorus. It really made me feel like I was in the thick of things.

The cast seemed to start out a bit mediocre, and then after the first song, things turned up. There were a few times that the tempos seemed inconsistent, almost like the band and the singers couldn’t find the right sweet spot, but I’m not sure how much of that was my altered perception due to being on the stage instead of in the house. All of the cast was good, though, and it’s clear that everyone was well-cast for acting and singing ability.

One of my biggest shocks came in the middle of “Touch Me.” The cast is doing what they do, wandering about the stage in choreographed semi-chaos, singing the song (which was both lovely and amusing), and then I noticed that there was a girl in the patron seats across the way. She was on the top row, in the back, and she was standing up. Wait! We weren’t supposed to do that! What’s she doing? Then I noticed that she had a spotlight. And a microphone. And then it dawned on me that she was not actually a patron – she was in the cast. I felt totally duped, but not in a bad way. It was actually kind of fun to talk to the other people who were sitting on the stage to see who else knew it was going to be that way and who didn’t.

Overall, I found the experience very pleasant. I loved being so close to everything, to see the cast members actual tears and the very little elements of what was happening on the stage. I loved being able to feel the vibrations from the band and how the stage shook while the cast was jumping around and stomping. The energy on the stage was absolutely electric in a way that I’m not sure could be felt quite as much from the house. I really enjoyed the whole experience. If I could tell the cast members anything, though, it would be that I wished they would lay off the choral diction a bit. I’m not sure how much of my perception of the exaggeration was being so close to it and how it came through in the house, but it was my only complaint of the night: some people were pronouncing their consonants too hard. Horrible, right? I know.

We decided, since I picked a Thursday night, to try sticking around for the post-show Broadway Buzz chat. It seems that we weren’t the only ones with complaints about the format of the chats, and the man (whose name is Gary, I think) who ran it did a much better job than the previous ones we’ve been to. He  didn’t even tell the story of how Jacques Brel saved Playhouse Square! I was very impressed. He let the audience ask the questions and only interjected once in a way that was totally nonsensical. I think we may actually start going to the Broadway Buzz again!

I do think I’d like to see the show from the house if it comes through (or nearby) again, just to have that different perspective for contrast to what I saw last night. I would so recommend this show to pretty much anyone of high school age or above. It’s very relevant.

Johnathan and I seem to have disappeared into the abyss that is Twitter. My blogging habits have drastically declined since I got an account there. I have no excuse for us, either! Just, um… whoops. Sorry! We’re still here, we swear!

Thinking about it in the abstract, it seems like lately things have been pretty much the same as they have been for several months. In the specific, though, we’ve been doing quite a bit.

So far this theater season, I have been to or have tickets for ten musicals or shows. In the fall, I traveled to Indiana to visit Allison and see Hairspray with her at Indiana University. I drove back and that night saw a local production of Into the Woods. The night after that, we saw A Chorus Line at the Palace theater. Later we saw Legally Blonde with “Smart Seat” tickets (the nosebleeds for really cheap, basically). In January, we saw RENT. Not a month later, we went to see a high school production of RENT (which wasn’t quite as bad as I thought it might be, but certainly not the best production, either). Allison came up to visit last weekend and we went downtown to see Cinematic Titanic, which is essentially Mystery Science Theater 3000 done live. I’ve enjoyed all of the things that we’ve seen so far, and I had, at one point, intended to write about each of them individually. Procrastination reared its ugly head and I just don’t think I could do them the justice that they deserve.

Coming up, we’re seeing Spring Awakening from the stage next week. The week after that we’ll be at a Lake Erie Monsters (hockey) game, which should prove to be entertaining. At the end of that week, the film festival starts and we’ll be seeing fifteen movies over the course of two weeks. We went to the film festival last year and I’m really hoping that we’ll enjoy this one even more than we did the last one.

Johnathan and I may not be writing much but we’re keeping busy enough to write tonnes of entries. If only we would motivate ourselves to actually do it!

That’s it, I’m resolved. I’m bringing my mishmash journal (as opposed to my book journal) to work with me from now on and I’m going to try to write out some entries while I’m sitting on my lunches in the coming weeks. Perhaps I can retrieve memories about the various shows I’ve gone to see, and maybe I can manage to rekindle my love of blogging and of writing and breathe new life into this poor, neglected blog of ours. We’ll see, right?