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Turn that dirty clown frown right upside down

Hello, friends! Well, here we are a few days into January already… of 2012! 2012, imagine! I remember vividly, in second grade, figuring out on the chalkboard with my friends how old we’d be in the year 2000, the future–the era of the Jetsons, of hoverboards and space shuttles to interplanetary restaurants and moving skywalks.  So thrilling and so distant; that I’d be thirty-five when the 21st century rolled around was unimaginable. Even my parents weren’t that old.

And now here we are, nearly at the end of the Mayan experience, as far as their imagination and scientific understanding could reach. Of course, the only way the world will end on December 21, 2012 is if a bunch of important people suddenly go berserk and start blowing significant shit up, etc, which my daughter is convinced could happen if only in fearful response to Mass-Generated Collective Media-Induced Apocalyptic Fear (and she has a point). However, that’s not going to happen. I prefer to think that the purported change will be in consciousness, as in a higher version of. However, that’s also not going to happen… at least not in one fell swoop. I believe it is happening, slowly, because we humans are finally realizing that we’re dependent upon the earth for our lives, and we’ve been abusing it and it’s starting to buck and snort at us. It’s like parents who beat their small children, completely blind to the bald fact that one day those children are going to be bigger and stronger than them, and really reeeally pissed off. Okay, it’s not exactly like that, but you get what I’m saying. I think if there’s any shift of consciousness that 2012 is ushering in, it’s that, and more power to it.

I like to hope that, in addition to more awareness of the earth, we are becoming more aware of each other as well, more respectful of differing beliefs and lifestyles. This is just one tiny little thing I’ve noticed, but I’ve been loving the fact that we’re including England more and more in our television shows and movies. There’s almost an amalgamation going on. I love England… it was the jumping off place for our country (and me ancestrally, a-way back) and I’m happy that we’ve finally put aside our stupid animosity toward it. It’s weird to think how long that acrimony lasted–long past the point of appropriateness and effectiveness–and how comprehensively our inflated and entrenched patriotism pushed people away. Of course, not just Britishers, but everyone who wasn’t Us. I feel that we’re letting people in now, inside our lives not just our borders, even that they’re wanting to come in… and I don’t mean because of the promise of a better life materially (and honestly, that’s almost a fallacy now, as even most native-born Americans are really struggling) but because we’re not such flaming arrogant assholes. At least most of us aren’t. Some of us are really trying. You know, for the first time since Dubya I’m genuinely feeling happy to be an American again. Not proud, because that’s a nonsensical off-putting concept–just, I don’t know, affectionate toward us and more importantly, not mortified. I like us again.

So, last night I watched Bridesmaids. Lord, it was hilarious and oh SO awkward. Did I say hilarious? I did? It was! I was actually thinking of this movie when I wrote the above. I’d read somewhere that Kristen Wiig (LOVE LOVE HER) is good friends with Simon Pegg (LOVE him, too) and it seems there’s kind of a combined-forces thing going on with comedians from both sides of the pond. I started paying marked attention to it with the movie Paul, which wasn’t fantastic but had its moments. Pegg wasn’t in Bridesmaids, but Matt Lucas from Little Britain was, and Rebel Wilson (she’s Australian), and Chris O’Dowd (LOVE him-he’s Irish, from the IT Crowd, and there was a great little segment in the movie that directly pointed to how ridiculous it was that an actual Irishman could be an American cop–I like those occasional winks at the audience).

Oh good grief, as I’m writing all this I’m remembering a ton of movies that feature an assortment of actors from all over the world! As much as there is to complain about popular culture–and unfortunately there is–it has been a key player over the past decade especially [note: I say ‘past decade’ because I’m too lazy to think any further back right now; maybe it’s been going on for a hundred years; it just sounds more authoritative when I put an exact time on it] in bringing about a more unified global alliance. Go, 2012! Expand that consciousness!

Okay, since I’m on the topic of movies now, we watched a comedy last week that had us rolling. It was a spoof of college kids-slasher movies called Tucker and Dale vs. Evil and it starred Alan Tudyk (yay!) and Tyler Labine, whom we had just seen as James Franco’s assistant in Rise of the Planet of the Apes. He’s great, and I’m telling you, the movie was so funny. It helps, of course, whenever you watch a funny, to be watching it with a group of like-humored people, and that night it was Scott, me, Torie, Jess and Amber, a kind of spontaneous gathering of moths to the big blue television flame, and the energy was palpable. And loud! Then Sunday night Van and Jess stopped by and we watched The Pineapple Express again, another funny movie and great night of laughter. I love watching comedies with my family. It’s rewarding to see the many ways in which I have infected my children with my own sick and twisted brand of variegated stuff. This is one reason you have children. This, and to slave for you until they’re big enough to beat you up.

I’ll leave you with a video from another really funny show called Portlandia, a spoofish take on the fair city I call home (or close to home). It’s honestly right on in its portrayal of Portlanders and this song does a great job of encapsulating us, while at the same time gently mocking us, while at the same time dishing up a tasty tune that’s hard to get out of your head even for days after. It’s fantastic. Love to you all! xo


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