Julie and Julia

We saw the movie hours ago this afternoon but we are still talking about it.  We’re googling Julia Child and an actor friend from our Annex days– Julia Prudhomme (we never knew she was related to Julia Child! ).  We have less than six degrees of separation from this movie in several directions:  Julie Powell lived in Brooklyn at some point in the story;  our friend is related to Julia Child; one of our native French speaking neighbors recorded some text for another neighbor who was a vocal coach on the movie…

But mostly, we loved watching Meryl Streep and Stanley (“Big (food movie) Night”) Tucci as Julia and Paul Child.

From a going into the studio to do clown work tomorrow perspective; Julia Child was a 6’2″ woman who couldn’t play the 1950′s cute little woman ideal and oh what freedom that gave her to do great work!

Rosemary Kennedy

 While I was listening to all the news coverage of the death of Senator Ted Kennedy, I began idly googling the Kennedy family and was drawn to the women, especially Rosemary Kennedy.

She was different, troubled, but most likely not retarded as has been printed repeatedly.  Some reports speculated that she probably had an average intelligence, but compared to the future president and his competitive siblings she just seemed retarded.  She may have had learning disabilities. Some speculated that she suffered from mental illness exacerbated by her inability to meet the exceedingly high standards of her birth family and the Catholic Church of the period.  Rosemary Kennedy was prone to emotional outbursts and seemed to like the attention of men.  Maybe she expressed anger at the double standard when the men in her family were encouraged to sow their wild oats, while the women had to avoid “the thing the priest says not to do”.  In another culture, in another time, in a different family, she might have been happy and successful.  (Or not, as in the 1961 film “Splendor in the Grass”.)

I think of the Clowns Ex Machina work we do with Kendall, in our all women troupe, riffing off cultural images and expectations.  Some of my most successful improvisations in the studio have at their core attempts to maintain some physical manifestation of a feminine ideal.  The failure brings simultaneous laughter and tears because when a clown does it the absurdity is obvious.  When it happens in real life.  

Well…

Rosemary Kennedy was given a lobotomy.

There is a photograph of a pretty bright-eyed young woman, Rosemary sharing a laugh with her little sister Jean, a freckle-faced girl with braces on her teeth who looked into the eyes of her older sister with obvious admiration.  It was taken about a year before the lobotomy left 23-year-old Rosemary Kennedy completely incapacitated.  Jean would have been about 13 when that happened.  Jean is described in the press as the shyest and most guarded of the children of Joseph P. Kennedy.  In 1974, Jean Kennedy Smith founded Very Special Arts, a non-profit organization that promotes the artistic talents of mentally and physically challenged children and is an affiliate of the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts.

preparing to go into the studio to work on “a gory romantic tale told by clowns”

      ”Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself.  She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.  She is a veil, rather than a mirror.  She has flowers that no forests know of, birds that no woodland possesses.  She makes and unmakes many worlds and can draw the moon from heaven with a scarlet thread.  Hers are the “forms more real than living man”, and hers the greatest archetypes of which things that have existence are but unfinished copies.  Nature has, in her eyes, no laws, no uniformity.  she can work miracles at ther will, and when she calls monsters from the deep they come.  She can bid the almond-tree blossom in winter, and send the snow upon the ripe cornfield.  At her world the frost lays its silver finger on the burning mouth of June, and the winged lions creep out from the hollows of the Lydian hills.  The dryads peer from the thicket as she passes by, and the brown fauns smile strangely at her when she comes near them.  She has hawk-faced gods that worship her, and the centaurs gallop at her side,”

 —Oscar Wilde (“The Decay of Lying”)

Our first full day back in NYC

This morning after an appointment in Brooklyn Heights, My Kid and I ran into some neighbors who had just been to the dentist.  They were on their way to Greenwich Village to see Click Clack Moo at the Lucille Lortel theater on Christopher Street.  Since it was free with tickets distributed an hour before curtain, we went along too.   We saw ate pizza, saw the musical, and played in a couple of playgrounds; the very popular Bleeker Street Playground and the seriously neglected Minetta Playground.  Then we returned to Brooklyn and My Kid and her friend had a playdate at our apartment which began with an egg creme and ginger ale from the local diner and ended  at “camel park” on DeKalb, the third playground of the day.  Now we’re going out for sushi!

Floating

There’s this thing that is done in Montana.  Floating on a river in a rubber raft.  It’s fun.  It’s done with friends.  It’s relaxing.  It’s making me really sad that we are going back to New York tomorrow.  Missoula “A River Runs Through It” Montana really is a beautiful place!  I will miss it.

UM

I stopped by the registrar’s office on campus today and orderd copies of my transcripts.  I intend to apply to be a substitute teacher for the New York City public schools.  My Kid is dubious.

Things to do in and around Missoula

This morning My Kid and The Cousins completed their two week course of swimming lessons at Splash Montana.  We’ve been here that long.

Right now The Best Aunt in the World and the Grandfather are with My Kid and Boy Cousin fishing at Frenchtown Pond.

Yesterday the Grandparents took the cousins to the Lee Metcalf Wildlife Refuge.  It was hot and there were bugs.  Recovery involved ice cream and Splash Montana.

While I was up at Bigfork, My Kid climbed to the M with her cousins and was taken to the Missoula Smokejumpers Visitor Center (It’s the nations largest training base for people who want to put on a parachute and jump out of an airplane into a forest fire.)  I don’t remember wether or not they stopped at the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation (If not, we’ve been there before…)

Phew!

Ever since were at the fair and I looked down and saw a white dot on my daughters hair, which was probably pollen, I have been paranoid–to the point of waking up in the middle of each night– worried that we have lice (see April 11, 2009).

I finally drove to the drugstore for Pantene and a lice comb, (The plastic handled kind that my friends say break easily).  I combed through my hair and found nothing.  Hooray!  I was just being paranoid.

Remember always use Pantene brand creme rinse for combing out lice and Dawn brand dishwashing liquid to get the crude oil off of ducks.

Just reading the local paper’s top story…

This morning’s top story in the Missoulian, our local daily newspaper;

Grizzly, cub killed in Glacier Park“.

            By Michael Jamison of the Missoulian: WEST GLACIER – “The old grizzly sow was rumbling straight toward a campground full of hikers, chubby cubs laboring along behind, when two rangers simultaneously pulled their triggers.  It wasn’t the way they’d planned to kill the bear, but there she was heading for camp, a big wild bear as unpredictable as the campers she was about to surprise…”

…”When a grizzly bear begins approaching people on purpose, that bear must go.”

…”And although the Bronx Zoo finally agreed to take the cubs, no zoos wanted a 17-year-old adult.”

…”cubs”…”tranquilizer”…

“But the male cub didn’t look so good.  It’s tough to gauge a dosage when you don’t know an animal’s weight, temperature, vital signs, underlying health condition…”

“…First one ranger  tried CPR, then another, going mouth to snout while coaxing the 100-pound yearling back to life.  It did not work.”

“But what’s really sad is loosing three bears from this ecosystem.”–Jack Potter, chief of science and natural resources at Glacier National Park

“The outcome while arguably unavoidable, was tragic, Potter admitted, particularly for those wildlife lovers who had rallied around the three bears.”

“We need to make a positive out of a negative,”  Witulski (a retired forester from Idaho)  ”We need to tell the story better, so the public pays more attention.”

“…perhaps all those who followed the story with such interest can donate to grizzly bear habitat protection, or to the parks bear management team…” which is currently trying to get two other grizzly groups away from the park’s backcountry chalets.

When we get back to New York I’m going to take My Kid to see the surviving grizzly bear cub at the Bronx Zoo.

 

 

Lee Metcalf National Wildlife Refuge

My dad really wanted to take the grandkids to the Lee Metcalf National Wildlife Refuge up the Bitterroot not far from Missoula.  It’s a beautiful spot but I’m afraid the kids weren’t impressed.  What visible wildlife there was were birds and ducks.  It was hot.  The grass was dry.

Splash Montana rounded out the afternoon and revived the children.