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August 28, 2009

Friday Free-For-All: A Good Cause

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Today’s FFFA is less light-hearted than usual — but how could anyone, in good conscience, write a romantic lead who’s a werewolf and not try to do their part in spreading the word about the protection of real wolf species?

The following text comes on behalf of http://www.savewolves.org:

As the new head of Defenders of Wildlife’s legal team, I’m getting ready to fly to Missoula, Montana for Monday’s hearing in federal court on our motion to stop the wolf hunts in Idaho and Montana.

Before I leave, I want to personally send my sincere thanks to the more than 27,000 Defenders supporters who have sent emails or called the White House in the last 24 hours and the more than 3,000 people who have supported our legal efforts with emergency donations to the Campaign to Save America’s Wolves.

On Monday, we’ll have just a few hours to convince a federal judge to stop irresponsible wolf hunts in Idaho (scheduled to begin Tuesday!) and Montana (scheduled to start September 15th). Unless we prevail, hundreds of wolves could be killed with many pups left orphaned to starve to death over the cold winter months.

As we prepare for Monday’s fight, Defenders of Wildlife is also mobilizing activists in Idaho and Montana — and across America — to save the lives of these wolves. To succeed, we’ll need your help.

Please make an emergency donation now to help support our efforts to save these wolves and other imperiled animals.

I’m proud of what Defenders of Wildlife has accomplished for America’s wolves over the years.

With the help of caring people like you, Defenders of Wildlife helped lead the fight to restore wolves to the northern Rockies. Since then, our on-the-ground conservation work has been reducing local conflicts between wolves and livestock producers. And, with the help of caring wildlife supporters like you, last year the Defenders legal team and our allies were able to stop the out-of-control killing of wolves in Wyoming and restore vital protections for wolves in that state.

But now we face an even greater challenge as Idaho and Montana gear up to eliminate hundreds of wolves through hunting and other means.

Idaho plans to sell an outrageous 70,000 permits to hunt and kill as many as 220 of the estimated 1,000 wolves in the state, with Montana allowing as many as 75 wolves to be hunted in that state. And that’s just this year!

Under the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s wolf delisting rule, Idaho and Montana are free to reduce the wolf population down to 150 per state — potentially killing roughly two-thirds of the wolves in the northern Rockies and Greater Yellowstone region.

The future of wolves in the northern Rockies and Greater Yellowstone may well rest on our actions in the next few days. Please help support our court fight and other efforts to save wolves.

With Gratitude,

Mike Senatore
Vice President, Conservation Law
Defenders of Wildlife

P.S. To support our work on behalf of wolves at this critical time, please make a secure donation online or call 1-800-385-9712 to make a contribution over the phone.

I have seen one wild wolf in my lifetime, and it was an extraordinarily surreal experience.

Now that I think about it, it probably had a lot of impact on my view of them as being almost mythical creatures unto themselves, very ethereal and scary and beautiful.

Growing up, I lived in a suburban subdivision that bordered a nature preserve on one edge and a small area of marshland on the other.

The marshland was very tamed — lots of fallen trees made bridges across the small creek, high schoolers like myself would trek through it to the soccer field to make out, the largest animals I’d ever seen there were some pennytoads.

The forest preserve fence didn’t have any holes in it, so I’d never been there.

However, every once in a great while, someone would see deer tracks across the snow in their backyard in winter, or rumors of a coyote eating neighborhood cats would ripple through the neighborhood.

It was never a big deal.

One gray, foggy morning my Sophomore year of high school, I stood on the corner at the bus stop, waiting for my neighbors Andrew and Paul to arrive, and I noticed something amiss in the dense mist.

Sitting back on its haunches right in the middle of Andrew’s front yard was an enormous gray wolf.

It stood up, circled itself once, and sat back down again in the same spot, docilely watching Andrew’s front door.

And I stood across the street, staring at it through the fog, appreciating nature for the first time in my life.

Andrew hid inside his foyer until he nearly missed the bus, waiting for the wolf to leave his path, trotting out into the backyard instead.  His mother called the Humane Society to pick it up, and for some reason I recall that it wasn’t from the preserve, but was actually MIA from one of Chicago’s zoos.

I’m not certain whether that’s true or a local legend, but either way, the wolf was peaceful and beautiful and I thought about it all that day, even after boarding the bus and leaving the subdivision.

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August 26, 2009

Wordy Wednesday: Bedtime Stories

I grew up as that lucky kid whose parents read her a book or told her a story every night before bed.  When my dad read to me, my favorite stories were Daniel Manus Pinkwater’s The Big Orange Splot or any of the books in the Baby-Sitters’ Little Sister series by Ann M. Martin (he had this Speedracer voice for reading through the reiterated second chapter — anyone who’s ever read a BSC book knows what chapter I mean — and it cracked me up every time).

But when my mom put me to bed, they were always stories that she made up for me.  She had taken Creative Writing at Iowa State under Stephen King, but I never appreciated until recently the way she wrote little tales and told wonderful stories and really cultivated my imagination as a kid.

Maybe sometimes it was a little too much encouragement of imagination, but at least I’m not still questing to be a My Little Pony or anything.

My absolute favorite nights were when she would tell me stories about the Flower Fairies, based heavily on the creations of Cecily Mary Barker… but usually starring “Princess Hayley.”

When I was five, I tried my hand at writing her a story in return.

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I’m not entirely sure what I meant by “revlas.”  Then again, I’m not sure what political point I was trying to make with my seventh grade novel, either.

Still… I suppose I’ve been writing magical realism longer than I thought.

What was your favorite bedtime story?  Or first story you remember writing?

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August 24, 2009

Music Mondays: “Let Me Sign,” Robert Pattinson

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Let it be said here, first and foremost: I am not a Twilight fan in any way, shape, or form.  I don’t think that it would be prudent to get into my feelings on the series, but suffice to say that they are not all that kind.

Robert Pattinson, the actor/musician who plays lead male Edward Cullen in the movie adaptations, however, is another story.  I adore him… in part because he doesn’t hide his own disdain for his character, but also because as a musician, he’s bone-chillingly phenomenal.

(And he’s really cute, when he’s not being a sparkly vampire.)

About 30,000 words into writing Green, my friend Fallon, who lived on Herald Square and whom I always felt very New York and fancy going to visit, insisted that I listen to the two tracks by Pattinson on the Twilight soundtrack.  Somehow, she convinced me — I’m fairly certain that I’d been plied by Mexican food — and oh.

My.

God.

::Fangirl arm-flapping::

I suddenly understood the big deal about Robert Pattinson.  Listening to his music, it would be impossible to tell that he’s an English schoolboy who speaks with a giggly High London accent and looks sharp on the red carpet in Dior suits.  His voice comes from him like a specter of some long-dead Mississippi bluesman, so broken he could only become whole again if he floats away on the Muddy Waters and never comes back, like Jeff Buckley.

He’s only released two tracks professionally of his own music (and three borderline-unlistenable tracks in character for the amazing British indie, How To Be), not wanting to seem like “one of those ‘actors who sings,’” which I really respect… even though I tend to like the music of “those actors who sing,” sadly… but a grand total of six live tracks are also floating around the internet for your enjoyment.

My favorite of the legally released tracks is “Let Me Sign,” which was offered by iTunes for a limited time in November and December.  It was the first track that Fallon played for me, and let me tell you: when you are writing romance, the timbre of Pattinson’s voice helps to add desperation and passion.  Writing paranormal, the quasi-unearthly lyrics penned by Marcus Foster and Bobby Long, helps to set a mental tone of some wonderment and apprehension and intrique and… unf.

As a separate entity from the fictional role that’s made him famous, Robert Pattinson “dazzles” me.

Yeah, I said it.

Robert Pattinson – \”Let Me Sign\”

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August 18, 2009

What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

As a byproduct of both my day job and my career as a YA writer, I talk to a lot of high school students.

My favorites are those who have the knowledge that they aren’t yet grown up, and still have time before they have to be, and use that to continue their exploration down the path of “what I want to be when I grow up.”

When I was very little, I wanted to grow up to be a Muppet.  Not a Muppet puppeteer (Muppeteer?), but actually a Muppet myself.  It looked like a lot of fun, and, let’s face it, Kermit the Frog is really the perfect man.

Frog.

Whatever.

I could sing and dance all day, hang out with Kermit, play with Beeker and Rolf, and visit Big Bird and Snuffleupagus at Bird’s nest.  It would really be the perfect life.  Plus, on occasion, I would get to pirate, to 19th Century Christmas classic (yes, I verbed that), and to visit exotic and stereotypical Asian countries or roadside diners, just to shake things up.

When you’re a kid, adults always tell you that “when you grow up, you can be whatever you want to be.”  I took that very literally, and I wanted to be a Muppet.

Soon thereafter, though, I had my heart callously broken when informed that I could grow up to be whatever I wanted so long as I remained a human, and I regrouped by deciding that I wanted to be a writer.  I put most of my energy for the next two decades or so into achieving that goal, and pining over Kermit the Frog, and am now beginning to find some success.

There is absolutely no feeling like it.

That’s why, on Music Mondays, I almost always post links to small, local groups who are just starting out or juuust embarking on their own journeys towards success — I want to help to fuel them, feed them confidence and word of mouth, and showcase just how amazing the fresh generation of talent can be.

I missed posting a Music Monday yesterday.  Instead, today I have the deliriously honest comics of artist Andrew Lorenzi, with whom I went to high school.

Dont Let Me Down

Don't Let Me Down

I was actually in that art period, although not in AP art.  I took “Art I (2-D)” and sat in the front of the room with my india ink pens, drawing copies of Maybelline ads starring Josie Maran or GQ photos of Lindsay Lohan back when she was beautiful.  Kris, who was one of my good friends once upon a time, and Andrew, who I always thought was clever in English class but whom I did not know well, sat in the back corner, covered in neon pastel dust and toting mirrors.

When I left high school, I made a staunch and solemn vow to leave that version of myself completely behind within a year.  Until recently, negative memories of that town and school overshadowed all of the things that I still secretly remembered fondly and knew to have been positive experiences.  I only really keep in touch with four people from the place where I grew up, outside of my family, even though I lived there for eighteen years and had a lot of friends in my Junior and Senior years of high school.

It’s strange to read Andrew’s comics, in a way, because even without naming his memoir’s characters, I can recognize their faces in his panels.  It enhances what I think is the central lovely tone of his work — a sort of bittersweet honesty.  It’s a sad kind of hopeful.

For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky

For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky

Im Trying, Lord Knows Im Trying

I'm Trying, Lord Knows I'm Trying

Readers of Publisher’s Weekly (whose contributing reviewer Shavonne Johnson recently offered some thoughts in Green’s Focus Group) may recognize the last comic:

Do You Think I Sacrificed Real Life?

Do You Think I Sacrificed Real Life?

Bittersweet, hopeful, childlike and intellectual…

Just like high school.

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August 14, 2009

Friday Free-For-All: Old-Timey Nostalgia

Ah, yet another entry in which I wax nostalgiac about things made twenty years before I was born.  And yes, it’s supposed to be SATURDAY mornings — not Friday afternoons — that are devoted to cartoon love.  But I have about 4,000 pages of critiqued manuscripts to hole punch and put into binders tonight, and I’ll be watching old movies as I do.

My family has always been a big proponent of taping things off of TV instead of buying them — why spend $15 on a VHS tape when you can spend $0.50 on a blank one and  barely less quality?  Even more, why spend $25 on a DVD when a pack of ten blank DVD+/-Rs is often less than a dollar?  As a result of this cheapskatery, I have access to a lot of great things that most people don’t — episodes of TV shows that are long-gone and will never make it to DVD; movies shown only once on some random channel and that fans search for in vain, but I have; awesome 80s and 90s commercials, back when jingles ruled the road.  I adore our makeshift VHS collection, and, when I went off to college, my dad started transferring most of it over to DVD for me so I could watch my favorite movies and stuff when I was away at school.

One of the first movies he transferred for me was Scooby-Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf (Hanna-Barbera, 1988.  This is one of the last great Hanna-Barbera films, along with Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School, and together they mark the end of the Golden Age of Cartoons.  Honestly, the only good non-Disney Renaissance cartoon feature films that came out after the Scooby-Duo of 1988 were the Flintstones finale films of 1993 (which I also dearly love and recommend: I Yabba-Dabba Do! and Hollyrock-a-Bye Baby). 

I love this movie.  The later Scooby-Doo cartoon films, like The Witch’s Ghost, Pirates Ahoy!, Zombie Island, even The Boo Brothers… they just don’t compare.  The tone of the original Scooby-Doo television mysteries was more sweet than sinister, and the more modern movies just don’t follow that theme.  Reluctant Werewolf and Ghoul School, though, despite not being mysteries or having the rest of The Gang (these movies center around Scooby, Shaggy, and Scrappy-Doo, who made his debut to the series in 1979), are sweetly spooky and have just enough snark to hold adult interest.  The animation is bright and groovy and actually HAND-DRAWN, not overly clean and clinical like modern cartoons.  They’re just cute.

So I watched my Scooby, and I was going to turn off the DVD when I realized… “You know, I think I remember there being part of maybe Dr. Seuss’ The Sneeches on the end of this tape.  I wonder if it got transferred.”

And OH MY GOSH!

No Sneeches on beaches… but TWO Dr. Seuss feature cartoon shorts!  The Lorax (CBS, 1972) and The Hoober-Bloob Highway (CBS, 1975)!  I had COMPLETELY forgotten about The Hoober-Bloob Highway, which is, as one iMDb user says, “perhaps the strangest Dr. Seuss special.”  I can’t even explain what it’s about other than to say it’s metaphysically about being born, and “that’s the way it is, bub.”  The Lorax, however, is that tearjerker that everyone knows and I was so happy to watch it again, because it always scared me too much to watch it all the way through when I was little (OK, The Once-ler’s arms are so creepy!  Is he wearing shoulder-length gloves or is he just a weird color and texture??).  Great times.

So after the Dr. Seuss extravaganza, I was too psyched by my discovery to NOT keep the DVD going until the end… and I found… An original, silent, Pink Panther cartoon!  The Pink Panther was outsmarting a team of white Friz and blue Friz in the forest (he kept snapping them with blue snapping turtles).  I’m trying to narrow down which short it really is, but it’s hard — the original Pink Panthers seem to have a very small internet following.  I think, though, that what I saw today was either Pinknic, Pink Paradise, or Come On In!  The Water’s Pink.

It.  Was.  Awesome.

Other old-timey movie recommendations for a dreary late-summer weekend…

Polly

This is arguably my favorite movie of all time; definitely in my top five.  It stars — completely coincidentally — the mother and daughter from The Cosby Show, but don’t worry, it has NOTHING to do with Bill Cosby.

Or Jell-O products.

And though the kids are witty and great little actors, they do not say the darnedest things.

This is a musical adaptation of Pollyanna, only it takes place in the segregated South of the 1950’s — a place that definitely could’ve used a good dose of the Glad Attitude.  Rudy Keshia Knight Pulliam stars as Polly, a cheery orphan who is shipped from boppin’ Detroit to Harrington, Georgia, a town owned and operated by her heartsick and stern Aunt Polly (a magnificent Phylicia Rashad).  The music is stunningly sung and arranged, and the two main child actors — Pulliam as Polly and Brandon Quintin Adams as Jimmie Bean — are not only two of the cutest kids I’ve ever seen on film, but can pull their weight perfectly in synch with adult actors like Rashad, Brock Peters, Celeste Holm, and Dorian Harewood.  The songs in this movie musical are songs I’ve loved to sing since I was four years old.  The sequel is good, too, but this movie is better.

The Parent Trap

…Is not a movie starring Lindsay Lohan (“and Lindsay Lohan!”).  The Parent Trap is a movie starring Oscar winner, and my namesake, Hayley Mills in the dual role of Sharon McKendrick and Susan Evers, with gorgeous Maureen O’Hara and Brian Keith as the duelling parents of the estranged twins.  It contains the songbook classic song “Let’s Get Together,” as well as one of the best food fight scenes I have ever seen in any movie.

Escape to Witch Mountain

I wanted a Star Box so badly when I was about six.  I am also so angry about the remake starring The Rock that I can’t even talk about it.

HE IS NOT A CROTCHETY OLD MAN!  AND THE MOVIE IS NOT A THRILLER!

At any rate, I also really wanted my own pink-and-white striped soda fountain in my bedroom and the ability to move things with my mind and communicate telepathically, but I felt that hitchhiking with a grumpy man was an unsafe choice and I was pathologically afraid of dogs and had no interest whatsoever in having to run away from packs of search rottweilers.  Which I’m not sure exist anymore, actually.  Again, the child actors in this movie are amazing for their age (Kim Richards and Ike Eisenmann), which leads me to believe that before the 1990s, children were hired as actors more for their acting ability than their pushy parents or fast-fleeting cuteness… what an idea!

While this movie had scenes that scared the bejeezus out of me, it was one of my favorites and I never tired of watching it.  I still don’t!  The 1995 remake, however, starring Erik von Detton… I can do without.  It’s better than the newest one, though.

I don’t want to talk about it.

The Parent Trap II

The 1980s at their finest.

Hayley Mills is back as both Sharon and Susan, only grown up, and the VICTIMS of their own “parent trap”!  Sharon Ferris, nee McKendrick, is a sad divorcee with a feisty somehow-redheaded sixth-grader, Niki, who does not want to move to New York City from Florida, where the movie takes place.  Niki, in her misfortunes at summer school, meets fellow sixth-grader and “pop warner cheerleader” Mary Grant… who has a “gorgeous” widower for a father.  I guess in the 1980s, GIGANTIC MUSTACHES were considered gorgeous?

The Parent Trap v2.0 kicks off with botched phony love letters and flowers and a very poorly-planned trick date.  When it occurs to Niki that her Aunt Susan might be willing to help out her favorite niece and raise her twinnie from the down-and-out divorced dumps, Niki and Mary fly Susan out to Florida from — yes, still — California to pose as Sharon on dates with Mary’s father.  No, the black wig on Hayley Mills is NOT a major part of the movie.  It’s only in one scene, as is that terrible Cher outfit.  Thank god.

Bedknobs & Broomsticks

When my dad was in grad school Wednesday nights when I was a tiny, tiny little kid, my mom and I would go to Little Caesar’s and get a Meat Lover’s pizza and watch this movie.  I got to pick the movie each week, and I ALWAYS picked Bedknobs & Broomsticks.  A few times, my mom even tried hiding the tape so we’d have to watch something else, but I had a kind of Angela Lansbury Radar and always found it.  It’s one of Disney’s great live action with cartoon overlay masterpieces of the 1960s, and it is beautifully done.  Beautifully.  Disney really should never have stopped making movies like this.

Pete’s Dragon

I’ll be your candle on the water
My love for you will always burn
I know you’re lost and drifting
But the clouds are lifting
Don’t give up you’ll have somewhere to turn

I’ll be your candle on the water
‘Till ev’ry wave is warm and bright
My soul is there beside you
Let this candle guide you
Soon you’ll see a golden stream of light…

Disney should never have stopped making actual quality family films, and should never ever have stopped having original music in their movies.  Seriously.  And the live action with cartoon overlay technique that they used so well?  It was priceless!  Oh, Michael Eisner, what have you done to this world?

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August 12, 2009

Wednesday Word Post: “Party Like It’s 1959,” Ann Hood

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* * * FULL CITATION UNDER ARTICLE * * *

This article, written by a novelist for Food & Wine Magazine, is among my top three favorite prose pieces of all time. It is also one of maybe two written things to make me cry (the others being HPDH). Once again, like I said with the Kerouac article and the Dylan piece: It’s long, but I SO recommend reading the whole thing.

When I was a child, dinner parties seemed to belong to some vague and distant grown-up world where women wore shiny dresses with tight bodices and full skirts, bright lipstick and strings of perfect pearls. The men, I imagined, wore ties and wing tips. They drank fancy cocktails and ate prime rib on heavy china. This image came from Saturday afternoon movies and glossy magazines, pictures of an adult world I could only peek into. (more…)

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August 5, 2009

Wednesday Word Post: “A Chocolate Love Story”

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* Full Citation Under Article*

This actually comes from the menus at Max Brenner’s Chocolates by the Bald Man, in New York City.  It’s one of my favorite places in the world to meet up with friends and pore over the beautiful menu photography and delicious food (even the things without any chocolate are excellent), and going there is one of the parts of New York City living that I really miss.

Also wandering to Blue Marble Ice Cream on hot Indian Summer afternoons and enjoying the eclectic people and puppies, back when I lived in Brooklyn.

I’m sensing a theme…

At any rate, this menu introduction always warmed my heart.  It is… delicious.

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August 3, 2009

Music Monday: “Fireflies” by Owl City

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"Fireflies" by Owl City

"Fireflies" by Owl City

This is the first time I’m recommending just a song!  I mean, Owl City on the whole might be great, but I don’t know.  I just downloaded their single “Fireflies” as an iTunes Track of the Week two weeks ago, and I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO IT.

Seriously.  This song is the perfect writing music — ethereal and light and just weird enough, lyrically/thematically, to spark creativity.  Plus, to me, it feels like a theme song to one of the secondary ’ships in Green – if you were in the focus group, leave a comment with a guess! (Except Jacee, who turned me onto the song in the first place, because it reminded her of said ’ship.)

It’s also lovely driving music.  I have it on a mix in my car right now with “Chicago” by Sufjan Stevens, “Spinning” by Jack’s Mannequin, “The (Shipped) Gold Standard” by Fall Out Boy, “Shades of Grey” by Open Till Midnight, and “Let Me (Get It) [Acoustic]” by statespeed, as well as some random tracks (Rick Springfield!  The Jonas Brothers!) as a reference point that yes, I do listen to the music I recommend.

I’m never sure if the songs I’m embedding are actually embedding.  Are they?

If not, please purchase at iTunes or your favorite mp3 retailer.

Similar Sounds: Sufjan Stevens, “Mama’s Boy” by Chromeo, fireflies!

The RIAA mandates that all retail songs downloaded be deleted after a 24-hour trial/grace period.

Fireflies

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