Sunday, November 02, 2008
Autumn at Storm King
Posted by Liz Nealon at 11/02/2008 08:57:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: Storm King Art Center
Monday, October 27, 2008
If you die in The Matrix do you die in real life?
Cynopsis Digital reports today that a 43-year piano teacher from Kyushu was jailed last week after illegally hacking into the account of her digital partner in the interactive game Maple Story and destroying the character he had spent a year creating after he had unexpectedly demanded a divorce from the woman's avatar. If convicted she faces up to 5 years in prison, according to reports.
Posted by Liz Nealon at 10/27/2008 03:04:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: virtual worlds
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Seymour Simon's new book, THE HUMAN BODY
There is nice mention of Si's latest photo essay book in "Notes from the Horn Book."Notes from the Horn Book | October, 2008
Well deserved. This is a beautiful new addition to Si's Smithsonian series.
I found a detailed and adorable review on Amazon, written by a 6-year-old named Evan. It made me smile - a new addition to the list of "raising an intelligent child tips" that one of his parents is clearly employing! Amazon.com: The Human Body: Seymour Simon: Books: "I really liked looking at the pictures. There were some pretty big words in this book. I think lots of people would enjoy 'The Human Body' by Seymour Simon, even grown-ups."
HarperCollins: THE HUMAN BODY by Seymour Simon
Posted by Liz Nealon at 10/18/2008 02:52:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: science, Seymour Simon, Smithsonian Books
Mathematics as Poetry on the London Stage
While in London earlier this week we saw a thought-provoking drama called "A Disappearing Number," from the highly regarded experimental theater Complicite (the director, Simon McBurney, directed the revival of Arthur Miller's "All My Sons," which just opened on Broadway with Katie Holmes).
The play was amazing - interweaving the story of the famous Indian mathematician Ramanujan with a contemporary story of a tragic love affair between a mathematics professor (who sees beauty and poetry in her beloved equations) and a globetrotting business executive (who much as he tries, just can't see what she sees). The story was brilliantly couched in the context of the mathematical concept of infinity, representing the continuum and interconnections of life, past, present and future. If it sounds like the story was complicated, it was - but incredibly moving.
McBurney liberally incorporates multimedia into his staging - there was an Indian tabla musician onstage the whole time playing a sort of underscore to the drama, and film clips were often projected on a screen that was part of the set (and often projected onto the actors themselves). The whole thing was staged as if it were choreographed, even though it is hardly a musical. Fascinating evening of theater.
Posted by Liz Nealon at 10/18/2008 07:48:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: Simon McBurney, theater
Friday, October 03, 2008
SACRIFICIAL SHEPHERD
Busted because I was afraid to say ‘no.’ Idiot.
They say Christ died for our sins, but what good did that do, for Him or for us?
I think God got himself killed so he’d understand fear.
You act stupid when you’re afraid. Now He knows, and forgives.
Posted by Liz Nealon at 10/03/2008 08:57:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: Flash Fiction
Thursday, October 02, 2008
GRIEF (IN DOG YEARS)
The night the old dog died he convulsed for hours, tears and juices mingling on the ground.
“Don’t clean it up,” I said.
Next morning the young pup sniffed, then leapt at the throat of the dog next door until we had to kick him off.
Alpha male redux.
Posted by Liz Nealon at 10/02/2008 11:46:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: Flash Fiction
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Flash Fiction
A new form of writing called Flash Fiction has sprung up on the Internet. These mini-narratives are limited to 50 words - within you must establish a character, point of view and tell a story. The British website MiniWords runs an annual writing contest and features some really exceptional writing in this genre.
I've been experimenting with it all week. It is a fascinating discipline for a writer, trying to creative a narrative when each precious word must do double or triple duty.
Posted by Liz Nealon at 9/30/2008 08:58:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: Flash Fiction
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Who Can Turn The World On With Her Marketably Pink, Sparkly Smile? -- Daddy Types
For some reason, I just got a Google Alert on this blog entry from August 2006. Who Can Turn The World On With Her Marketably Pink, Sparkly Smile? -- Daddy Types
Call me crazy, but I take a perverse pleasure in being dissed by complete strangers on the web!
For the record, I stand by my decision to create a mainstream, "lead" muppet to whom little girls can relate. The gender inequity on Sesame Street was appalling and always bugged me when Jules was little. Why were all the girls quirky, politically correct, un-relatable sidekicks, and never the hero? I think we've put that problem definitively to rest with Abby Cadabby. She's a star (thank you brilliant puppeteer Leslie Carrera!), and I'm so proud to have been involved in her creation.
If you Google my name you'll find more hilarious ones.....like How to get to Stereotype Street in the Boston Globe.
If I'm controversial enough to get all these folks fired up, I must be doing something right!
Posted by Liz Nealon at 2/17/2008 03:56:00 PM 0 comments
Labels: Abby Cadabby, muppets
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Fabulous Shot of Kid watching THE UPSIDE DOWN SHOW
Remember When: Laugh
It still breaks my heart that we weren't able to make more of these shows. THE UPSIDE DOWN SHOW was truly a breakout concept built around the educational benefits of imaginary play. Which of course, our achievement/results driven culture needs desperately.
It's a crying shame to lose all that laughing.
Posted by Liz Nealon at 2/14/2008 09:05:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: The Upside Down Show