Wednesday, June 8, 2011

There will be cross posting but there's a whole lot more going on over at

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I love it when good shit happens to good people. Even when it's people who I assume are good based on one meeting and award show watching. There's a chick, her name is Molly (Molls), I found her on twitter through another chick I followed who would retweet her all the time. TUrns out my friend chad (iamchadgreer, for your following purposes) actually sort of knew her and we all ended up watching the golden globes at his house this year. I was totally in awe and totally being secret fan girl because at that point I was well into her blog. I'm not going to go on and on but I found her to be really inspiring and I think about a couple of things she said to me on a somewhat regular basis. Well, maybe I don't remember exactly but I think about the gist. I was also amazed by all of the things she had going on and how she manages to be all places all the time. (I mean that metaphorically and internetally, of course.) Basically, homegirl works hard and now it's paid off. You can read about it here.

Friday, May 27, 2011

          Every year the Los Angeles Conservancy puts on a series of screenings of classic films as they were meant to be seen, in big, beautiful theaters packed to the rafters with excited movie goers. The proceeds from Last Remaining Seats go to rebuild and restore the theaters that line Broadway in downtown Los Angeles. It's a great experience for a great cause. I first saw Sullivan's Travels at the Los Angeles theater ten years ago. I'd never heard of the film, barely knew veronica lake and was just sort of tagging along. I left that theater a convert. I decided then and there that, whenever possible, I would wait to see certain films until I could see them on the big screen. It was a great plan. I saw Casablanca at the Aero and The Good the Bad and the Ugly at the Egyptian. The Searchers at the arclight and Footlight Parade at the Orpheum (complete with a proper prologue, thank you very much). It wasn't until Christmas 2009 that I started going with my dad. That december the conservancy screened It's a Wonderful Life at the Million Dollar. I'd never seen it and my dad loves it. Of course we had to go. The latter half of that year had been tough and the beginning of 2010 was about to be even tougher, not to be cheesy but, we really couldn't have asked for a more perfect movie. As it had a million years before, something clicked and these screenings became somewhat of a tradition. We got tickets to the series the minute they became available and did the same thing this year. I've been waiting with bated breath for May to come and guess what! It's here! Last night we saw Rear Window and holy cow was it ever...

(To be continued)

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Moby has a proper blog

And does a better job of posting than me. If I had a tumblr, I would have written this there.

Link to Moby's Blog

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Say Kindle To Me And I'll Spit In Your Face

I will post links later but for my current purpose it will suffice to say only that I have been inspired by various blogs and tweets to write this today.

     I am nearing the end Of A Widow for One Year by John Irving. If I'm being honest, I don't love the title and that widow that shows up for a split second in the latter third of the book seems contrived and just stuck in there willy nilly, which is upsetting in an otherwise well thought out, "everything in its place" kind of book. This, however, is not a book review. This is about what comes next. After 500 pages I am unnaturally attached to ruth cole and eddie o'hare and I'm not sure who to replace them with. usually, when I'm midway or more through a book the next book I am to read presents itself. By way of genre or author or some obscure reference. This hasn't happened. When it doesn't happen I will spend hours staring at my books. Not all at once, but total. Sometimes nothing works and I'm off to skylight to buy something. Which will, more often than not, turn in to somethings. Which, more often than not, will sit on my shelf to be contemplated at a later date and deemed insufficient to stand up to whatever masterpiece I've just read. It's a vicious and expensive (and heavy) cycle.
*and don't tell me to read The Help because I don't have it and I have to read at least one more of my own books before I go buy anything else! (Of course, now it's all I can think about. Crap!)

**I should also mention that without reading material that I am excited about I feel extremely uncomfortable.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

"Are you a crazy person pretending to be Clementine Ford or is that who you really are.... I don't even know why I'm on here does it bother you that people can just go from doing one thing and then end up looking up shit about you on the net. Weird stuff."
By Kate W on      I am not citing anything here because I am la... at 11:48 AM
 I got a notification of this comment on my email and I think it's just about the greatest comment I've ever gotten.
My name is Clementine Ford. For real. I have no idea which Clementine Ford you are looking for but I can tell you that, here at least, I really am me. I don't know why you are on here either. Why is anybody on any website? I know why I'm here. I wrote some stuff. I drew some stuff. I made some videos. I wanted a place to put all that stuff. This is that place. Some time went by and things changed, as they do, and I have no idea what this is anymore. It just is.
This is not about "pretending to be" anything or anyone. Why anyone would want to pretend to be me just to post mundane things on the web seems bizarre.

Friday, November 12, 2010

     I am not citing anything here because I am lazy and because the power of google is extremely, well, powerful.

     Through one of your eyeballs you have read, or will read after you google it, that Chuck Palahniuk never sits down to write until he has an entire chapter or pretty close to one, in his mind. He said somewhere that (I'm paraphrasing) staring at a blank page was just too depressing? boring? Maybe it was in the Ariel Gore book, How To Become a Famous Writer Before You're Dead? If he is stuck he likes to clean (?!) and work out (?1?1) and if all else fails, go to a dinner party to fish for ideas. (Seriously, google, it's really fascinating. You can probably find it at the cult . They have all things chuck and other fun interviews. It's where I first heard of Ariel Gore and everyone knows how much I love Ariel Gore. It was through her book that I first became interested in Murakami and Ayun Halliday (Who just came out with the Zinester's Guide to NYC* (I dislike words that end in "-ster" but I make an exception because I just have to like everything she comes out with))).
     Where was I going with this before that mega parenthetical aside? oh, right.
     Your other eyeball reads writers, nearly most, who say that it is important to write everyday. Not in the mood? Write. "Nothing to say? Write. Raging diarrhea? Write on the toilet. While I do agree with the latter group i also think Chuck is right. I think sometimes, if I just try to write without a plan or at least a general idea of where the scene is heading it comes out crap. Then I find myself embarrassed in front of myself.
    What's your way?
*This link will take you to the Zinester's page on Microcosm publishing, its a great little publisher and through them you can also get Burn Collector #1-9 ( I kept buying them and giving them away. Popular little book.)
**Judging by this post I am a literary pimp, lacking direction, thoughtfulness and insight.