Sam Goldsmith

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Showing posts with label New York City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York City. Show all posts

Friday, May 7, 2010

Farewell to New York


Ciao, Tutti!

And arrivaderci, New York City.

As of 4:55 tomorrow afternoon, I will be on my way out of this cubist sculptor's paradise, finished with college as of yesterday having never truly diving into college life. And it makes perfect sense that I will be going out on a mood swing; New York is a giant mood swing in itself. Example: this morning I helped an older man open the gate to his jewelery shop and we shared a good laugh before I was to walk on, the green light on my side, and get my ears blown out by a taxi driver making a sharp right and speeding off at 40 miles per hour. Mood swings. New York can't decide between angry and jovial, overwhelming and accepting, antisocial and agoraphobic, and the city jerks like an awkward drunk between these poles.

And here I am, leaving in a mood swing of my own. I can't deny my hating it, as I always have, even though it's been years since I've last left a love life on the left coast. I've never liked cities, I've never liked concrete, and I've never liked large groups of people. But, despite all the obvious reasons for my refusal to like New York, I am drawn to it, falling under its spell. Because it's main attraction is people. The impressive buildings are only tall for a few days - the experienced New Yorker looks up only in surprise for the rare instance he sees the sun. The museums are so numerous that Miró begins to look like Michelangelo who begins to look like an ancient Egyptian temple. There are so many concerts that they are all mediocre with the pressure of cranking out 250 each night, and music veers away from innovation and towards survival, as all New Yorkers must learn to do. But once you get to know some of the individuals who somehow found their ways here - from the suburbs of Chicago, a mansion in the middle of nowhere upstate, a tiny town 45 minutes from Flint, Michigan, or from a Jewish Nashville outlier - and all have crazy or normal lives to lead them here, I can't help but become attached.

So it's not New York that I've grown fond of, just the strange collection of friends I've made like unpolished colored marbles. And yet, how can I separate these things? The friends are in New York; they live here as I have. They exist in this suffocating atmosphere and we are united by our survival instinct, our tenacity in keeping from being swallowed by it. Our comradery is not formed based off our unified weathering of a magnificent storm but in our communal strength in avoiding the storm altogether, the beautiful fact that we were all driven to suspend the storm from reality within each other's company. And this is what makes some of the people of New York so wonderful once you get to know them. They suspend the awful and smelly habitat of the city and replace it with a warm cooperative of their own. New York ceases to exist, but that which takes its place could not come to pass without the city laying the groundwork first. If only it weren't so! And yet it cannot be any other way, I and I try to have no regrets.

So I will leave this city and the people in it. I will miss the people in it and forever loathe the city, but I'll have to put up with it whenever I want my old close friendships back.

- Sam goldsmith

Friday, September 4, 2009

Do The Robot

Ciao, Tutti!

Today as I was walking down East 12th street I saw a small crowd of people hanging out with a life-sized robot. He actually looked something like this:



He was standing outside an antiques store, for some reason, and he was being very animated with the few people around talking with him. And as I walked by, he said to me enthusiastically, "Dude, NYU athletics! All right!" because I was wearing this shirt:



I gave him a thumbs up. What a friendly robot! Though in retrospect, I should have asked him to say, "Fitter. Happier. More productive." He had the perfect voice for it.

-Sam goldsmith

P.S. I still can't figure out how to turn the comments on for this thing! What the hell! I'm working on it, I'm working on it...

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Welcome Back

Ciao, Tutti!

Hello. How are you? Well, enough not talking about myself.

I arrived in New York City today at 5:00 on the money, to no fanfare. There was a cute girl next to me on the plane, who I valiantly ignored (she took the middle seat! It was supposed to be so, so empty...). Plus there was a girl I could swear is from my high school across the aisle. So, naturally, I didn't say anything to her, either.

I have realized, even in this short half-day (not even) here in the city that I will always harbor a deep-seeded hatred for this place. It's unavoidable at this point. You see, there's no reason that I should start feeling lonely while taxiing in the runway. It's a triggered reaction. Ring a bell and I salivate. Send me to New York and I get lonely.

But, here I am, not wanting to talk with anyone or do anything other than unpack and sleep. Maybe this mentality will change once I've had a chance to rest off the flight. However, how can I explain this feeling that, as I watch the throngs of cheery pedestrians crowd the streets, some holding hands, some touching lips, some in schools like minnows, some in packs like wolves, that spending time with people is an incredible waste of a limited resource?

Speaking of wasting time, you might want to re-read that sentence again. It didn't even make sense to me.

Aurora said in her blog that we should get over the awkwardness and adjustment period as quickly as possible, since it's so annoying. Well, I couldn't agree more, except that I'm a little worried about what happens once I've adjusted.

My air conditioner plays a consistent high F note at a consistent interval in a very specific timbre. It happens to be the exact same as the song I wrote, "Not A Love Song," which happens to be my ringtone. So I always think my phone is ringing.

There's no room in this dorm for a vibraphone. Whatever shall I do?

I still haven't met my roommate. I've met just about everyone else on this floor, though. Maybe the whole year will be like this. ...Nah...

In the future, look for these new updates: a new story draft, possibly an improved version of "My Own Fault," maybe a hint of a song called "Window Frame," and even more possibly a song my friend Leo wrote that I performed for his recital last semester. Keep your eyes peeled!

May the zombies spare your brains... for now.

-Sam goldsmith

Monday, January 19, 2009

Story - A Fascinating Line

Ciao, Tutti!

I know. Don't look at me like that.

Instead of making excuses for having not having posted in a while, I'll give you all my newest story, in its third draft, entitled, "A Fascinating Line." It's good. My writing has been getting better every day, and, as a result, everything is taking longer to do since I'm noticing more and more things. So you might be impressed with how much my style has changed lately, impressed enough, perhaps, to forgive me for not posting in nearly a month.

I've got plenty of ideas for short stories, which this blog is seemingly devoted to, now, and I've written first drafts of enough to fill a small collection. So maybe, if school doesn't slow me down, I'll be posting more soon. Keep your eyes peeled! Like lemons.

I am back in New York, and I have fallen back into insomnia. I've been trying all the little trick, but the fact of the matter is that 7 hours of sleep in California is not the same as 7 hours of sleep in New York. No matter how long I sleep I always wake up tired like I'm going to the airport for a red-eye. It's dry, and my allergies haven't gone away, which means it might actually be a cold. Plus it's cold, but not too bad, since the snow makes it pretty and it's not in single digits yet.

So, without further ado, "A Fascinating Line," folks!

Where to find my other stories

The other stories are in the archives somewhere along the left-hand side of my blog, intermingled with the pictures I took in Europe and shameless self-promotion.

"Sam Fails to Finish a Love Story" is under the post entitled "Sam Fails to Finish a Love Story" (duh) in the month of November.

"The VideoMag Proposal" is under the post entitled "The Day Before November" in October. It's a long post and the story is near the bottom.

"Cliche Central" is under the post entitled "Art Sharing Day" in October.

"Group Therapy" is under the post entitled "Short - Group Therapy" in December

My four sudden fiction pieces are under "Winter Victory Dance - Sudden Fiction" in December.

My brother's sudden fiction, "On The Way To Work," is under the post entitled "On The Way To Work - My Brother, The Storyteller" in November.

A Fascinating Line

For reasons of submission and, hopefully, publication, I have removed this story from the blog. Your heart will go on. Maybe.

Fine

Time to go swimming, or play basketball, or make something of my life, or rescue a drowning kid, or something other than sit in front of this computer. Hope you enjoyed the story. I certainly had fun writing it, and each time I rewrote I laughed louder.

A doppo,

-Sam goldsmith

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

3 Classes

Ciao, Tutti!

3. Count them. Won, too, three. 3. Threeeee. That's how many classes I finished up with today. Yeah. I know. I'm awesome.

1) Music History 3 final. Check. A ton of memorization of music I've never heard of before plus obscure facts about odd historical tidbits and German names couldn't deter me. I'd be shocked if I got worse than 97 on the 100-question test. Even if I got an 85 I'd still have a solid A in the class. And I didn't even know what Liszt's "Mazeppa" sounded like until this afternoon. Huh.

2) Power and Poverty. Check. My favorite class of the term, as well as the most demanding. I wrote five drafts of this essay, and I have to admit that I'm moderately proud of it. I'm taking a research-themed class with the same instructor next semester, and I'm looking forward to it. I need exactly 39/40 percent on this paper to get an A- in the class, so there's not much pressure or hope for the golden letter. Either way, I think I got a lot out of the class. That's what's important, no? A B+ isn't so bad... I'll be turning in the paper tomorrow morning.

3) Jazz Arranging. Check. One of the worst class experiences of my life. I can say that now that it's over, but Ralph Alessi, my instructor for the ensemble immediately following it, could probably tell from my frequent venting. One of the leading contributors for me to hate classic jazz. I didn't hate it before. Now it just pisses me off. Thanks, Dave Schroeder. So I dug in and finished this chart I never wanted to write in the first place, its form sadly dictated to me by the constrictive assignment. I tried my best to be original, but I don't know... At least it's finished. I'll see Dr. Dave tomorrow and finalize it, print it out, and turn it in so it can be recorded on the 20th.

So what's left? Just one course, but it's a monster. For my uninspiring Egypt course I have to write 2 5-page research papers. Problem is the sources have largely been missing. Long story short, I have both a lot of reading and a lot of writing to do in the next four days to get it in on Monday at 12:00. I've worked out a plan, but I'm really not looking forward to the work, especially because of how bored I am by the subject. We're done with the pyramids, and the professor is not very good at sparking interest. The readings are similarly bland. So I plan on being very bored for about too many hours each until Monday.

And then, I leave. Bye, New York. I'm going home!

I can't wait.

In the meantime, no time to write. I can blog because I'm excited about getting three classes done. But no short stories. I've got two 200-word stories , but I need to edit them. Not happening anytime soon. Maybe on the airplane ride back home, if I'm not too exhausted. Anyway, don't expect much from me until I get home. Tuesday, I'd guess.

And Sam goldsmith has to log off now so he can start his mountain of reading. Yay!

-Sam goldsmith

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Happiness Comes in the Form Of Mix-Ups and Rants

Ciao, Tutti!

Yeah, there's a lot to talk about. It shouldn't be a problem for a talkative guy like me, so if you find one, let me know.

Bad joke. Heh! Please forgive me, I only slept for about four hours last night.

Those pictures I said I'd talk about but never did




I am a member of an themed residency floor called "starving artists," a group of people that like to see art together and not starve together. Those of you who know me know my anti-social tendencies. So when the floor announced a free lunch of dim sum and a trip to Governor's Island, I figured I would go have the dim sum because it's delicious and then I could say I've done something with the floor and not have to deal with any other obligations. I'm such a wonderful person, aren't I? Please, don't answer that. I even brought reading to do, expecting a crowd of people that I could disappear in.

So I was quite surprised and downcast when I was the only resident who showed up at the meeting point. It was me, the RA (Barrie), the faculty affiliate (Chris) who looks younger than me, his wife, and his mother. Crap. There was no escaping conversation this time. I told them all I brought my backpack for my water bottle to sit in. On top of it all, dim sum was so crowded that we couldn't get a table, so we had to go somewhere else. Curse this good weather that brings people out of their houses!

Chris's mother took us to a Japanese restaurant she knew of instead and taught us how to eat there. Yes, I had to be taught. Because this was different than anything I had ever done before, even Korean barbecue. We were served three bowls of broth set on hot electric burners built into the table. We were given small trays loaded with different raw vegetables, noodles, and uncooked meats. I watched Chris's mother to see what the cue was. The idea was to cook the vegetables and proteins in the soup, then remove them with strainers and put them, cooked and saturated with the flavor of the soup, into our bowls. Afterward, she explained, the soups would have absorbed the flavors of everything we cooked inside and we could drink them.

It was delicious.

And fun.

Actually, anything bad I have to say about the trip basically ends there. We would put little fish bits in our strainers to keep them from being lost in the broth, then eat them a minute later, already fully cooked. There was a ton of food and we barely finished, if you could call it that. There was still a lot of food left in the bowls in the end. I was glad I hadn't eaten breakfast that day, originally anticipating a long dim sum and instead being happy I didn't. And to top it all off, a nice, cool red bean milkshake.

After that we bade farewell to Chris's mother and took off for Governor's Island on the free ferry. Not sleeping had caught up to me and I took a power nap, but I did not miss the view of each of the four Manhattan Waterfalls on their last day in operation. I think I've got some pictures of those, too... Yeah, I do, but you have to look carefully. There are three in this picture. The fourth is at the top of this section.



Anyhoo, Barrie and I rented bikes and rode around the island and I forgot how to break by pedaling backwards. We didn't have very much time on the island because of our long lunch, but there were some pretty views. Unfortunately I couldn't get a good picture of the Statue of Liberty because of where the sun was in the sky. We returned on Manhattan and went to the ice cream factory in Chinatown, so just when my stomach stopped feeling numb I was shoving more food down.

So it was worth it in the end. And beginning. I'm just a grumpy person, but if you push me the right way things work out in the end.

Last Friday I bumped into Barrie again just as she was about to take the floor out to a deli for dinner, so I decided to forgo dining hall food and follow. For some reason these excursions don't get much of a following. Could it be that everyone else on the floor is as anti-social as I am? Either way, I got to repeat the tradition of eating too much, this case being about a pound of meat shoved between two slivers of bread eaten under a sign pointing out where Harry met Sally. We talked about people getting arrested for graffiti as I watched my clock to make sure I wasn't late for my roommate's concert.

So, there you have it. That's what those pictures are about. Do I get to talk about what pisses me off yet?

Happiness Chronicles

This title should be taken sarcastically. I am really thinking of three things that are really pissing me off right now, and none of them are about the election! Wow, fancy that! Obama's lead must be getting to me.

1) Laundry at 2nd Street Residence. You all don't want to hear about this, but I have to say something about NYU nickle and diming us like they're an airline company or something. I am fine with paying $1.75 a load, 3.50 total, assuming you do colors and whites together. That is honest highway robbery (actually I've heard that price isn't so bad). But we also have to buy these strange cards in order to use the machines, and, guess what, the cards won't let you buy an amount divisible by 1.75. So no matter what we will be paying more than we will actually be using.

Why they can't just let us use quarters is beyond me. Actually, it's not. They make more money this way. And it pisses me off.

Let me tell you how much NYU needs the extra money. We received an email at the beginning of the year saying that NYU had the goal of raising a million dollars each day for the past seven years - and they surpassed it! We've got the highest tuition and are located in the highest cost of living in just about anywhere in the world. I don't have the numbers to prove it, but I don't really need them. Meanwhile Ivy League schools are giving full rides to students whose families make less than $100,000 in a year. NYU instead insists of raising tuition and cutting merit scholarships, a policy they announced last year while I was in Florence. No one else seems to get mad about this. They're all used to it.

Seriously, why does NYU need this money so much? For my $350 per night hotel room in New Orleans? For John Sexton's yacht? Obviously it's not going to a better jazz building with anything resembling soundproofing or enough practice rooms for all of us that are open 24 hours each day.

Anyway, the point is that if they want to take my money they shouldn't resort to dirty little tricks like stealing my laundry money.

2) University of California Press. I was reading Paul Farmer's book, "Pathologies of Power," for my class, only to discover that pages 155-202 had been left out and pages 203-250 had been printed twice. Unfortunately for me, this meant that the introduction to the analysis portion of the book was left out, and I was left to read the end without anything contextualizing to help me out. very frustrating.

After class the professor and another student with my issue went to the bookstore to replace the texts, which was surprisingly easily done, but I had to leave my copy of the book with all my notes so that the school could send it to the publisher and demand their money back. So now I am left fifty pages behind in the reading and without notes. Oh, and the first draft of the paper is due Tuesday.

Now, please, a moment of silence for my notes.

3) I still can't sleep very well. I won't complain too much because I feel fine and because if I complain too much people will start to worry, or, even worse, start to offer advice. It's just annoying how I could wake up at 5:45 every day last summer no sweat and now I have to drag myself out of bed at 9:00. Something's wrong with this picture.

General Housekeeping... Stuff

I figured you'd all appreciate a blog about something other than the election. Here are a few grab bag items I would like to mention:

1) In general music has slowed down for me, but I have started a band with my friends from Florence Megan and Jordan (I have mentioned this before) and it is really coming along. Megan and I are contributing a lot of music and we each play basically all the instruments we need as well as sing. That's right, folks, I can sing, and I can sing a lot better than I sang LCD Soundsystem's "New York I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down" at my show last month. And I even know how to write lyrics, too! Keep an eye out for us because I'm about to prove all this as soon as we get the chance.

2) Nanowrimo, short for National Novel Writing Month, is coming up this November. In short, it is like a game where people try to write 50,000 words of fiction during the space of one month. This boils down to about 1667 words per day, which is about 5 and a half pages double spaced. For me, this takes about an hour each day. I succeeded easily two years ago and failed last year when my computer crashed and I lost 30,000 words.

As you probably already know, last January I started writing a trilogy, the first book of which I just finished the first draft to (476 pages, 145,000 words). My plan is to continue this novelling spree come November, but until then I am left with nothing to do but edit and write short fiction.

What does this all mean? First of all, when we get to November I will probably not post many blogs. My writing mind will be elsewhere. If you see a blog it means I have either given up or, much more likely, am far ahead of the game. Secondly, I have started writing short fiction again in my excited anticipation of November. So you can expect a couple blogs in the near future to be stories I've written. Just to vary things up a little bit for you guys.

3) Vote. Please.

4) The High School Law Institute, the organization I teach Constitutional law in, has been going rather well. One of my team teachers is the head of the ConLaw curriculum, and between him and the other law student who went to Teach for America, we have a pretty formidable team. I am getting better on being able to tell where I fit in the discussions, especially when there is something historical to bring up.

I do have the one problem of the kid who is much better than me at this. I come into class last Saturday and he asks me what I thought of the ruling in Ohio over the weekend. I told him I hadn't seen it, what was it? It had something to do with voter fraud and ACORN (by the way, speaking of ACORN, my Power and Poverty professor just spent a great deal of time praising their research on poverty and race issues in America), and we launched into a discussion before class about why registering Mickey Mouse did not mean that Mickey Mouse was actually going to go to the polls and vote. Voter fraud from ACORN's shenanigans: 0. But this kid knew his stuff. He's probably more qualified to teach the class than I am.

Okay, time for a nap.

-Sam goldsmith

Thursday, October 2, 2008

This is Beginning to Feel Like the Long Winded Luz of Forever



Ciao, Tutti, and happy New Year!

Sorry for not writing so much lately. It seems that New York City is infinitely less inspiring and motivational than Florence. I suspected as much.

Before I get into the items of importance that bring me to write today, I would like to send a shout out to everyone who made it to my show at the Bowery Poetry Club last Sunday. It was the best performance of Guest Artist yet, and I was lucky enough to have guests from New Jersey, Michigan, and as far as California who aren't even students at NYU! I had family visits that were heart-warming as we rapidly approach the dreaded east coast winter.

As far as the blog goes, I would like to try a new format, as you will see. I've got some sections of important items I want to talk about. Basically, that's it. The blog will be categorized into subjects rather than locations as before, since my days of tourism are on sabbatical currently.

Music Events

I would like to take this opportunity to announce the creation of my second garage band CD, "I Don't Know," by my band First Regrets, featuring me, me, me, and me. The first CD, "The Rest Of The Days Of My Life," has been effectively ended when my pre-amplifier broke and I've had to rely on garage band sounds and my own voice to record everything. Seems rough, but I found out by making "Not a Love Song" that it could all actually work out to my advantage. As soon as I figure out how to embed it into the blog I promise to do so as a preview. Or just send your email address to samgoldsmithvibes@gmail.com and I'll send it off to you.

My NYU enemble with Ralph Alessi has a gig planned for November 5, the day after the election, at my favorite venue in New York City: the Jazz Gallery. I am super-duper excited to play there because a) I have always wanted to, b) it's my favorite jazz club in New York City, and c) the only way to play there with your own group is if you've played there before. Needless to say, this is going to be great fun for me and the rest of the ensemble.

Nothing coming from the Inspiration Sextet anytime soon, though as soon as I'm done recovering from the concert and my first batch of essays, I'll look into another recording project. No promises, though!

Politics: Debate and the Bailout

Everyone's favorite subjects of discussion these days.

I plan to watch the debate tonight with my friends from freshman year, even though I constantly assert that it isn't important in the slightest. I've said this many times before: Sarah Palin was a publicity stunt and is only important because it proves John McCain can't make important decisions in the clutch. However, as we saw, the historic publicity stunt worked out quite well for Mr. McCain. The choice was obviously for winning the election, not because he actually thought she could do a good job, and she has been pretty easy to fashion an image for since no one knows anything about her.

Everyone already knows all this. But leaving this all behind and looking strictly at policy, the two "mavericks" have some disturbing trends. I actually don't know how they can say they're mavericks at all, and I'm sure I'm not the only one to say this. Focusing on Sarah Palin, it seems her one claim to fame is her opposition to Ted Steven's famous bridge to nowhere. Good for her. She opposed the old boy's club and has now joined them. She's been a huge opponent of abortion rights and loves drilling, which, statistics say, won't even give temporary relief from the oil crisis we're in (this is a part of Obama's platform I'm not so thrilled with either). We all know about Sarah Palin's foreign policy, namely that she probably can't even find Iraq on the map, even if the names of the countries were there.

Congratulations, John McCain. You followed in Bush's footsteps by choosing a vice presidential candidate who is so much scarier than you that you will never be assassinated, no matter how bad a job you do.

This is just a summary, of course. If you wanted to read about the election I'm sure you wouldn't come to my blog to do it. The reason this affects me is that I, like a lot of people I know, am most interested in watching this debate because I hope and expect Mrs. Palin to make a fool of herself at some point in this debate. It's like last year's World Series; no one expected the Rockies to win anyway. So why watch? Well, this time the vice presidential debate is actually important. Even if their only job is to fall asleep until a tie in the Senate or take over the president's job if he/she can't do it, the vice presidency has become a symbolically important role in the administration. As much as I hate to admit it, this debate is actually important.

Switching gears, it was quite interesting to be so close to Wall Street for the last few weeks. You see people in suits and ties on the streets with empty coffee cups begging for cash.

That is an exaggeration.

Some things about the bailout: a) We don't have 700 billion dollars, and if we did, it would be better used to fund education systems, a national health care plan, research on alternative energy, social security, and a slew of other options. Either way, we have to stop our borrowing fetish as soon as possible, and this is not the answer.
b) One thing about capitalism is the inevitability of ups and downs. We can't throw this kind of money in order to, in Mr. Paulson's words, avoid the potential for a "recession." I thought it already was a recession.
c) Either way, this seems to be a total waste of money and no one knows if it'll even work.
d) I am sick of trickle down economics.
e) I am already going to have to pay for the Iraq war. Now I'm probably going to have to pay people on Wall Street, too.
e) I have a lot of problems trusting a Bush Administration economic plan. Call me paranoid.
f) My bank went under and was bought out. Property value in New York City - New York City, for goodness's sake! - is dropping because no one wants to start a new business or invest in anything. Local small businesses are dropping like flies. They say that if your neighbor loses his job it's a recession, but if you lose yours it's a depression. I haven't lost my job, but money doesn't seem to do everything it used to do. I don't like this bailout, but something has to be done. If I were an economic expert I may be able to do more than just complain.

Important Events in My Life



Dear Science

TV on the Radio's new CD finally came out on September 23, though I had to wait a few more days so I could open it up as a birthday present. I was rabid on the 23rd. This was possibly the most exciting thing that had happened to me since declaring my double major in history. Hm, that's not a great comparison. Let me put it this way: I had spent hours each day listening to the pre-release tracks on the TVOTR website. They had only posted 2 tracks.

I was fairly excited for this CD release.

For this CD to meet my expectations would have been virtually impossible. It would have had to be one of the best CD's ever made, topping even some of Peter Apfelbaum's, in order to match my excitement for it. It didn't. I was nearly moved to turn it off with disgust during to cliched catchy second track, "Crying." It was too poppish, it wasn't nearly as original as the TVOTR I knew, and the beats were too happy and upbeat. The CD does get better as it goes, not counting the excellent single "Dancing Choose," especially the melodic "Love Dog" and edgy "DLZ," whose lyrics give today's blog its name. The problem was it took until "DLZ," the 10th track, for anything really edgy rather than poppy to come out of the disc. I was disappointed.

This CD rewards multiple listenings. It really does. I cannot emphasize how much better everything sounded the third or fourth time. It's a lot like "Return to Cookie Mountain," their previous release, in that way. You have to get used to it. In reality, it IS quite original, a TVOTR take on pop music. They are always searching for a new sound, and I just had to get used to it being more like sounds I already knew. But the most amazing thing about the CD is its freshness. It's not quite edgy, it's not quite poppish. It is best described as fresh. The recordings are crisp, the lyrics are witty, and they never let you fall into autopilot listening mode; the songs are always changing.

Plus, singer/guitarist Kyp Malone has the coolest beard.

M Night Shyamalan

You must be wondering why I am writing about the director of "The Sixth Sense," which I have never seen before. In fact he has directed many other movies that I have never seen and never cared to see. In fact, I probably took more effort than I needed to simply to look up how to spell the guy's last name.

Well, funny thing. In 637 days (I'll be graduated then, I think), M Night Shyamalan is releasing a movie that, secretly, I wanted to write. I have been planning it out since the beginning of September, even going as far as to research screenwriting procedure. I hadn't planned on writing this movie for years, maybe even decades, but it would be worth the wait. Now it seems it'll only be two years (only!), and it won't be my movie. It'll be a real movie-maker's movie.

I wouldn't trust myself with writing a movie anyway. My tastes in movies are somewhat... strange. That's what I told myself as I cried myself to sleep last night after I found this out, and now I have to tell someone, so therefore I write this blog.

So what is this movie I wanted to make so bad? You'll never guess. I wouldn't have either a few months ago. I'll give you some hints: It has to do with my recent obsession with arrows. It is based on an animated television show. It's not Rurouni Kenshin or Death Note, though I suppose I could always do Kenshin if I really want to. It really needs to be done well.

It's a kid's show (come on, just because I'm 20 now doesn't mean I'm not a kid anymore!).


(I don't know if I'm allowed to put this photo on my blog or not)

As heartbroken as I am that I will not be able to make a movie based on "Avatar: the Last Airbender," I'm glad that it's being made by someone who knows what he's doing. Still, there's no way he's going to take any of my ideas. But I do have some advice for M Night Shyamalan that doesn't have anything to do with the direction I would have taken in making the movie. You see, part of my planning on making the movie myself was finding what needed to be changed with the show, and believe me, there isn't much. The show is by and large fantastic. Perfect for its audience, almost. There really doesn't even need to be a movie made of it at all. Anyway, straight to my unsolicited advice, which is actually more like a list of pleas:

1) Don't F*** up.

2) Change the ending. I have serious problems with the ending, namely that it doesn't make sense (I'm pretty sure my readers aren't going to watch this show, so if you're worried about spoilers, skip ahead to part 3). It's too perfect! First of all, I have major problems with a guy who's naturally gifted at everything and never really has to work all that hard, as Zukko says, getting everything he wants in the end. Second of all, there is no reason for Katara to like him that way. The only reason the hit it off in the end is because the viewer wants them to. A few episodes she was seriously not into him, and nothing changes by the end in terms of their relationship. The whole thing sort of comes out of the blue, just a forced writing convention to resolve all the plot lines roughly together. It works for the kids audience, but it generally doesn't make sense.

3) Be careful when dealing with Toph. She is a good character, and the writers of the show were thorough in keeping her character consistent, a tough thing to do with blindness (trust me, I have experience in that vein). There are some problems, though, to deal with. Mostly I am referring to her sometimes supernatural abilities to "see" things with her feet far away, or so minuscule that it's hard to believe. My favorite example of this is that she can tell if someone is lying just by feeling the vibrations of their heart. Now, come on. This is simple to avoid, though. Just make it so that in the plot it isn't necessary for that part of her to come out. There, problem solved. Toph also has the problem in the show of ping ponging between unlikely extremes, especially when interacting with Katara (she always seems to bring out Katara's bad, aggrivatable side and her motherly side, which I think is almost as bad). She can be tough and strong willed in one moment and teary and affectionate in another. This can work, of course, but it was one weak point in the show during the parts where her character was developed.

4) Develop the bad guys a bit. After watching Heath Leger play the Joker in "The Dark Knight," Dad said that villains will always be more interesting characters than heroes. Avatar is one exception to this rule. The bad guys, as well as the entire fire nation, are all flat and two-dimensional, excluding Zukko and Iroh, who I don't even count as villains. I am mostly talking about Azula and Ozai, but the entire organization of the fire nation isn't really humanized until very late in the show, and even then it isn't done very well. Basically, I take issue with the whole association with "fire nation" and bad guy that pervades the story. It's not there 100% of the time, though, and it would be a good idea to draw out the balance of nations as well as unique fire nation culture that makes them more than just an evil empire. As far as Azula and Ozai go, there may not be enough time to develop them, but there isn't really anything going on in their heads but a big power trip. This could be a lot more interesting.

5) The season finales of seasons 1 and 2 don't really work very well. Important things happen, like Aang nearly being killed by Azula's lightning, and Princess Yuei, the most unimportant and poorly paced character in the show, turning into the moon (my favorite line in the show: "My first girlfriend turned into the moon." "That's rough, buddy."), and Ba Sing Se falling. But there are some serious problems. The story in the north is terribly paced and awkwardly told. Things happen that have to happen, like Zukko capturing Aang, like Zhao, another unimportant character, dying. But the whole moon being blotted out thing is introduced and resolved too fast. However, I like Koh, the Face Stealer enough that I would try to keep him involved. The story in Ba Sing Se is a little different. The build up is nice, with the cultural conspiracy keeping the war secret from everyone in the city, including the king. But it's all downhill from there until the final two episodes of the season. To discover the Dai Li
's secret hideout they rely too much on luck and the brainwashed Jet. Too many coincidences for me. And I never really understood why they just left Jet in the secret underground lair. How's he supposed to get out without an earth bender anyway? And after that, the earth king is way too easily convinced of Long Feng's treachery. I don't see him trusting the children for a single moment. However, that makes it hard to move the plot forward, so what choice do we have? I have problems with it, but it ma just have to stay that way.

6) Really plan out what to do with all the extra characters. They're important in the invasion or they appear periodically, but they're so minor it could be really easy to get tripped up in them. I'm talking Haru, Jet, the Boulder, the swamp guys and Hugh, the flying men, Suki (she's kind of more important), Bato, the Blue Spirit, Boomie, Mai and Tai Li, Combustion Man, Joon, and others. Fans of the show would hate to see some of these characters go, but how can you fit them all in a movie? It's one of the problems moving a TV show to the big screen.

7) What's up with the giant Lion Turtle? (Spoiler) I like the solution of taking away Ozai's bending rather than killing him, but what is going on with this lion turtle? On one hand, I kind of like how I don't know what's going on. It's modern. On the other hand, it's an interesting writing convention. It seems like lucky avatar stuff. I sort of want things more explained to me, and I sort of like the mystery. It contradicts with the story telling of the entire rest of the show, though. You have to make a conscious decision of what to do about that part and what you want out of it.

8) Kataang? Zutara? I choose Katara, though I would rather see Kataang than Zutara. My honest appraisal of Katara's character is that she simply cares uniformly for everyone. She loves them all like family, but she is not really interested in romance. Most of the affection she shows towards Aang she also shows towards her brother Sokka. Even the kisses on the cheek are easily seen as sisterly. She seems much more interested in minor characters Haru and Jet, but it doesn't take a college student to realize this. There are only two times I see Katara show any romantic affection for Aang (spoiler): the episode when they dance with the fire nation school, and the final scene of the show. I particularly latch onto the scene where she blatantly threatens Zukko with death if he thinks of hurting Aang once Zukko joins the group. She only shows an interest in Zukko when she touches his scar in the crystal catacombs (I still don't get why she does that!). I've got my biases, but I think if the movie ends with Katara having a love interest, there better be a darned good reason because she doesn't exhibit it in the show.

9) The "field trips" with Zukko once he joins the group are great for the TV show, but they don't make any sense in a movie. There just isn't enough time for that sort of thing. Unfortunately, I think this means there will never be a time in which Katara ever trusts him. Her field trip sort of reeks anyway.

10) I have nothing bad to say about Sokka. He's like my cousin Andrew, which makes him a great character. It could be easy to let him fall into the role of "funny guy for slap-stick," but he's a really fleshed out character that should be tapped.

11) "The Storm," in season 1, had a big error for the TV show makers. Aang's guilt for running away is probably the best part of his character, flowing seamlessly with his fun-loving goofiness. At the end of this episode he declares he's done dwelling on the past (even though it's not true) and stops having those nightmares. Bad move. This should be something that plagues Aang throughout the plot. Here's why: Aang has nothing much to humanize him. He is a goofy kid who loves to procrastinate and pal around, while his innate talent for bending makes it so he doesn't have to work very hard to accomplish anything. It's a wonder he can somehow get serious enough to meditate. He's a prodigy. Zukko compares him to his sister in this way, not a positive comparison. Mastering the elements is depicted as a simple chore throughout the show. Aang only really struggles with a couple of things constantly throughout the plot: the main plot line, that is trying to master the elements and confront Ozai, and his unrequited love for Katara. The only struggle of these that the viewer can identify with is the unrequited love, but there is so much more there to exploit in Aang's character. Namely, this guilt he has for running away and failing in his avatar duties. This is a part of him that he can carry with him for the whole movie, and it conveniently resolves at the end.

Do I really have to come up with more? Honestly, there isn't really any way to screw up this show. It's pretty flipping amazing. I'm going to have a hard time waiting 2 years for it. I can't find much to criticize about it, and what I can find is easily explained by, "it's a kid's show." It is a great show, and that's why I have obsessed about it like this and taken up your time with my ramblings. I can't wait for the movie to come out, but I guess I'll just have to somehow. In the meantime, we can all wish for arrows pointing to our noses.



I guess I should get on with my life...

-Sam goldsmith