praise be to those who

do what they are good at

role of the adult

to keep adult anxiety, if not invisible, then clearly on a shelf too high for children to reach, and therefore clearly for them to ignore or feel no obligation toward remedying.  adults who put it on the low shelf are kind of despicable.

Movie: The Foot Fist Way

Rented and watched this after hearing Elvis Mitchell on THE TREATMENT refer to as groundbreaking in comedy.  Found it mediocre and flailing, only a few nice bits with McBride.  trashy like John Waters, belligerently assinine like that guy's films who did Clerks.  it's a niche all right, a niche for dumbasses.

Movie: The Reader

imitation of a movie. felt like the pastiche that Winslet played in
"Extras" felt sorry for Kate, so gorgeous, such an astute actress, so
ill-used. as usual, can never stand Ralph Fiennes in anything.

facebook is goblin market

inasmuch as all social interaction has an element of goblin market

I was on oven door of crude aspiration

Zipped, that he wasn't...

Zipped, that he wasn't zip it wires from the aisles.
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the DaVinci code

is Dostoyevski for dummies.  the movie, a drawn out noirish turd

sunset provision

a man trapped a snapper
wading into a bog
the wind buffs the bright green
shaggy leaves laughing
their heads off
look down from high branches
wrinkle your eyes
and be amused

drs in the day

the walls are low brick stubs

where mds paced back and forth

all thought and subtlety

wearing grooves.

drs on rounds

with pads

no more walls

ceilings gone

weeds caved them

the chitter of locusts

who care less

an aztec

mystery to curl

like a cherry stem

Alex Revell

Every morning when we came into class, first class of the day, Mr.
Revell had already been there for an hour. The blackboards, front and
side, were completely covered in sentences written in his tidy cursive
script. These were our sentences, taken from the last writing
assignment. You scanned them anxiously to see if your sentence was
among them, and if so, whether it was on the board because it
contained some kind of instructive mistake, or because it was a
particularly shining example of great prose. The mixture of dread and
pride always brought up the adrenaline upon entering that room--better
than the acid coffee on offer in the dining hall (do they still offer
that, I expect not). And the fact that the analysis of the sentences
would be left up to us, as a class, and only afterward commented on by
Mr. Revell. I think this was the single most effective (and dramatic)
pedagogic tool I have ever experienced in all my education (including
college and graduate school). Revell was a canny, down-to-earth
presence. Not a whiff of pretense about the man. Yet as solid and
incisive as he was, he was also ultimately warm and forgiving. I'll
never forget my boneheaded failure to interpret "When in eternal lines
to time thou growest" from a Shakespearean sonnet in the culminating
test of the semester, and how he corrected, yet gave it insignificant
weight in the grade. We all have these lacunae that can be quite
embarrassing, particularly as we are learning, which he understood.
Ever grateful for the privilege of learning from him and in feeling
that in him I had a very wise and supportive friend.

Kraz

Times-Picayune, The (New Orleans, LA)

Friends, family rue Katrina's toll on actor found dead by river

   Mark Schleifstein

Staff writer

Published: September 19, 2006

The image many remember of local actor Mark Krasnoff is as the "eloquently anguished" composer Antonio Salieri, railing against God for elevating rival Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to icon status in a unique puppet and human staging of the play "Amadeus." Or it may have been his portrayal, sans makeup, of the tragically disfigured John Merrick in "The Elephant Man," described by one reviewer as "a personal, achingly human" performance. But friends and family members say the multitalented Mr. Krasnoff, 43, fought his own internal demons during the past few months, as he watched friends and acquaintances either struggle with Hurricane Katrina's aftermath, or give up and leave New Orleans.

On Sunday, Mr. Krasnoff's body was discovered on a rocky area at the edge of the Mississippi River at the Fly, the riverfront park behind the Audubon Zoo, the victim of an apparent suicide, according to the Orleans Parish coroner's office.

"Mark was looking around at the things that were going on after Katrina, and he was so moved by losing so many friends who were gone, and it just got to him," said his uncle, Nat Krasnoff.

"He very much deteriorated as a direct impact of this hurricane," said longtime friend Paul Olinde.

"This is a man who loved the city, who loved the people, not only of the city but of the state," said fellow actor and radio talk show host John "Spud" McConnell. "He was a staunch defender of our dignity and he will be sorely missed."

Mr. Krasnoff was the son of Sandy Krasnoff, who headed Victims and Citizens Against Crime until his death in a car accident in 2003.

Mark Krasnoff was born in New Orleans but grew up in Ville Platte after his parents were divorced. There, he learned to speak Cajun French and how to cook Cajun favorites, such as the boudin that he sold to parade-goers during Carnival. Olinde, Mr. Krasnoff's roommate in the early 1980s when the two attended the University of Southwest Louisiana in Lafayette, said he majored in communications and minored in French. After graduating, Mr. Krasnoff moved to New York City, joining the famed Michael Chekov Institute to learn Russian acting techniques. He was so impressive that he was flown to Russia just before the fall of the Soviet Union to play a part in a Russian-language movie, Olinde said.

In 1992, Mr. Krasnoff returned to New Orleans, continuing to study acting, performing in local theater companies and local commercials, and fielding parts in movies. He won the Big Easy Entertainment Award for best male actor for his role in "The Elephant Man" in 1999.

"I thought him an extraordinary actor," said David Cuthbert, a playwright and stage reviewer for The Times-Picayune. "He appeared in a play I wrote, 'A More Congenial Climate,' at the Tennessee Williams Festival years ago. . . . He was one of the best actors in the state -- or anywhere else."

Playwright Jim Fitzmorris agreed, citing Mr. Krasnoff's roles in "Amadeus" and "The Elephant Man" as among the best performances by local actors on a New Orleans stage.

During his first few years in the city, money to tide him over between acting gigs came from a day job as a waiter at the Acme Oyster House in the French Quarter. More recently, he had started his own acting studio, offering a class for beginners and a studio program for some of the area's most experienced actors, his uncle said.

Over the years, Mr. Krasnoff garnered roles in more than 30 movies, many shot in New Orleans, including "Glory Road," "The Skeleton Key," "Runaway Jury" and "The Badge."

"He did low-budget and high-budget movies, but he gave you the same level of performance regardless of the pay or the level of the film or play," McConnell said. "He always gave 100 percent, always gave everything."

He had a longtime professional relationship with Montreal director Andre Forcier, with whom he co-wrote the script for the quirky 2004 film, "Acapulco Gold." In the film, Mr. Krasnoff co-starred as a producer looking into building a movie around an encounter in Acapulco with a man believed to be Elvis Presley in hiding.

During the past few months, Mr. Krasnoff had a small part as a police officer in "Solstice," a horror film directed in New Orleans by "Blair Witch Project" director Daniel Myrick.

Another recent role was in a comedy called "Flakes," about the owner of a store in New Orleans that sells only breakfast cereals, and his battle with a rival who opens a cereal store across the street.

Mr. Krasnoff is survived by his mother, Ruby Holmes of Belair Cove; a brother, Robert Holmes of Baton Rouge; a sister, Rouchelle Soileau of Ville Platte; two nephews and a niece.

A funeral for Mr. Krasnoff will be held Thursday at 3 p.m. at Belair Cove Chapel, off U.S. 167 East in Belair Cove, with burial following in the church cemetery. A wake will be held Wednesday from 9 a.m. to midnight and Thursday at 8 a.m. at Ardoin's Funeral Home, 709 West Main St., in Ville Platte. A rosary will be said at the funeral home Wednesday at 7 p.m.

. . . . . . .

Mark Schleifstein can be reached at mschleifstein@timespicayune.com or (504) 826-3327. 

the people who feel condescended to

who act like they're holding their breath, politely, the whole time you're in their presence

Beware the spawn of brain...

Beware the spawn of brain.

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