Posted in Guest Posts, Uncategorized, tagged Avatar, Balloon Boy, Balloon Boy jail, Carrey Mulligan, George Clooney, Golden Globe Awards, Meryl Streep, Mo'Nique, Morgan Freeman, Morgan Freeman scandal, Oscar nominations, Oscar predictions, Sandra Bullock, Zooey Deschanel on January 14, 2010|
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Will Meryl as Julia Childs gobble down another Oscar?
With the fun and junk-foody People’s Choice awards kicking off the buffet of Award Shows, Oscar Predictions are rising. For scandal-handicappers, guessing who will not be picked is also fair game. Morgan Freeman has Oscar buzz– but a possible scandal brewing about Freeman and his step-grandaughter may nix a win.
Maybe only Jen-Lo. herself believes Jen-Lo. has been robbed of an Oscar nod. (For El Cantante, no less). Who will be claiming foul play this year?
QUEEN OF ROCK by Linda K. Sienkiewicz; visit Linda's works in our StarLit Gallery
Sandra Bullock (below) won People’s Choices and appears to be swimming toward an Oscar nod too, unhindered by her reality TV star husband’s custody-battle scandal. But can anyone beat scandal-free Meryl Streep for Best Actress?
And what about Brad Pitt’s drinking buddy, the shoo-in Best Actor nominee George Clooney? Clooney and Streep both radiate old-style movie-star charisma. Will that carry these two old pro.s over the top?
Zooey Deschanel won Hit Girl of 2009 on our blog-- can an Oscar be far behind?
For the inevitable Young Upstart nominee: blog fave. Zooey Deschanel gave a star-making performance in (500) Days of Summer– as did Carrey Mulligan in the slightly weightier AN EDUCATION and Mo’Nique in the high-intensity PRECIOUS. Who will/should grab the gold this year? And those less-weighty but maybe ‘cooler’ Golden Globes, rolling toward us this weekend? WDYT?
(photos- SandraB: softpicks; Meryl: blog.jaman.com; Zooey D: Googleimages) Thanks to Mark for Balloon Boy’s Dad…And thanks to Litotes for our Word of the Day, in nominating femme fatale Zoe Saldana of AVATAR: ‘Ava-tart.’
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Posted in Guest Posts, Uncategorized, tagged Lisa Borders, Michael Stipe, Michael Stipe's birthday, Nirvana, Patti Smith, Peter Buck, R.E.M, R.E.M. fans, TJ Bears on January 3, 2010|
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Lisa Borders is the author of the novel Cloud Cuckoo Land and a contributor to Don’t You Forget About Me: Contemporary Authors on the Films of John Hughes.
Thanks, Lisa, for letting us know that JAN. 4, 2010 is Michael Stipe‘s 50th Birthday.
Distiple: An Obsession in Ten Albums by Lisa Borders
It’s early 1983 and a friend lends you a cassette of an E.P. called Chronic Town by a band from Athens, Georgia called R.E.M. The sound quality of this tape is already slightly shot – it has been passed around a lot — but you like it: jangly guitars, mysterious lyrics, energetic drumming. It sounds nothing like the synthesizer-heavy dreck on the radio, nothing even like the punk rock your college station plays. The black-and-white photo of the band on the back of the cassette is hard to make out, but the singer has long curly bangs that nearly cover his face. He looks interesting.
R.E.M.’s first full-length album comes out while you are home from college for summer break. You feel lucky to find it at the crappy record store in the mall near your South Jersey hometown. The songs on Murmur don’t merely speak to you; they cry out. Listening through the album from “Radio Free Europe” through “West of the Fields” is like surfing an elegant mood wave with a Rickenbacker. You bring Murmur back to college and you and your closest friend fall into a habit of listening to it late at night, after the bars have closed or the parties are over.
In October R.E.M. appears on the David Letterman show. You settle cross-legged on the floor of your student apartment in front of an ancient television that requires a pair of needle-nosed pliers to change the channels, a bowl of popcorn by your side. The band launches into “Radio Free Europe”; as soon as you see the lead singer, Michael Stipe, you stop eating the popcorn. His eyes are large and blue; his cheekbones distinct; his lips a perfect cupid’s bow. Ringlets of curly brown hair frame his face and hang in his eyes. He looks as if he stepped out of a Renaissance painting; a DaVinci, perhaps, or a Botticelli. You barely register the other guys in the band. From that point on, you are not just a fan of R.E.M; you are now instantly, hopefully in love with Michael Stipe. Hopefully because you are twenty years old and you think that surely there is a way to meet this man, and that once you meet, he will fall as instantly in love with you as you have with him. You are soul mates. You know all this from watching him perform two songs on Letterman. (more…)
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