ten red hen

I've been purposely ignoring the blog while trying to organize and compartmentalize the projects that I hope to get done in some type of parallel processing.

But couldn't resist this article in the NY Times about the actors at the American Girl store.

And also, to document that I am, for the first time, watching the Twin Peaks series. Yes, for the first time. Yes, it's just shockingly good (especially the taut beauty and weirdness of Season 1), and I can't believe it was on network TV. We're hitting the point of Season 2 where apparently things go kind of bad for a little while, but are committed to pushing through to the end.

I want to take a moment (as I begin a writing project of my own) to note my particular fondness for the character of Bobby Briggs' father, Major Garland Briggs (played by Don S. Davis).

Our expectations for this character get established immediately: he's thorougly military in bearing, portly, white, middle-aged, with a classified job and a hunky high school son in the throes of obnoxious petulant rebellion.

Almost as instantly, our expectations are turned inside out: he turns out to be the most sensitive, enlightened, dare I say saintly, characters in Twin Peaks--articulate about expressing his feelings, speaking with highly literary precision and a depth of sincere empathy few of us will ever encounter.

It's a particularly hilarious the set up and punch line establishing a character, and every time he comes on screen, I'm delighted.

It goes without saying that I'm planning to steal him, figuratively.