Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Seeing Double

While in Savannah, I admired the Talmadge Memorial Bridge, which crosses the Savannah River, connecting the city with South Carolina. (Pictured below.)

Hmm, I thought, this bridge looks awfully familiar. You see, in September, I was in Boston, admiring the Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge, which is similar. (See for yourself, below.)

Well, now that I'm seeing them side-by-side, I guess the Boston bridge towers stick up a little more, so that's different. But the look of the cables is pretty much the same. Anyway, I did some Wikipedia research and, sorry Boston, but this bridge design is pretty much Savannah's beeyotch. Because the Talmadge Bridge was built in 1990, while the Zakim Bridge didn't open until 2003.

Interestingly enough, the new Yae Bridge, I mean, Bay Bridge, also has a similar look. It only has one tower, making it seem lamer by comparison. However, the bridge is far bigger than anything in Boston or Savannah. (The eastern span of the Bay Bridge alone is 10 times longer than the entire Talmadge Bridge.) So take that.

Back from the Peach State

Hello readers, I have returned from my journey to the South. It was a longer trip than usual. After spending Thanksgiving in Atlanta, we stayed for a couple of days in Georgia's first city: Savannah.

First of all — item: Georgia is a big state. It took almost five hours to get from Atlanta to Savannah. Who knew? (However, we did stop midway at a Cracker Barrel. Natch.)

In Savannah, we stayed at a delightful bed and breakfast called the President's Quarters. Each room was named after a president that had visited Savannah. (Ours was the Grover Cleveland room.) Partway through the stay, though, I became troubled. I began to suspect that, this being the South, the hotel had a Pres. Jefferson Davis room. I steeled myself to become enormously offended at the inn's attempt to honor Savannah's Confederate past.

My suspicions led to this confrontation with the front-desk lady:
Me: So, how many presidents did you name rooms after?
Lady: Well, there are 16 rooms. So 16 presidents.
Me: Aha, is one of them Jefferson Davis?
Lady: No, they're just named after presidents.
Me: Well, sure, but Jefferson Davis *was* a president. He was the president of the confederacy. And he probably visited Savannah, so um, you would think maybe he'd had a room named for him.
Lady: Nope.
Me: Yeah, well, okay, good.

Shoot — so while I meant to get all offended, instead, I came off looking like some weird Confederacy-loving nut job!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Off to Atlanta

I'll be back next week. Please direct all complaints to the BuboBlog Enterprises Ltd. corporate office, now a subsidiary of the Sheinhardt Wig Company.

A Thanksgiving Trend?

Well, this is weird. We have three different sets of friends, each of which is opting to spend Thanksgiving in Mexico this year. How did everyone arrive at this idea independently of one another?

And more importantly, who spends Thanksgiving in Mexico? I ask these people: Why do you hate freedom so much?

As for me, I'm going to the birthplace of Thanksgiving: Atlanta [let me do a Wikipedia check on that. -ed.].

Well, it's at least the birthplace of putting marshmallow topping on sweet potatoes, I'll bet.

To get pumped up for eating large quantities of Southern cooking, I've been listening to this clip.

Escalating Tensions

After last week's shooting death of a man who moved too slowly down an escalator, I figured people would be extra courteous this week with their escalator etiquette (i.e., standing on the right, walking on the left).

Well, at least one guy must have missed the news. I was coming into Montgomery station tonight (this is usually a very good subway station in terms of escalator etiquette -- it has a lot of important bidnessmen who are in a hurry) and some guy blocked the left side of the escalator as he jibber-jabbered with his friend about how he prefers to fly Continental but he'll sometimes fly United because they have an arrangement with Singapore Air.

It was rush hour, so the escalator started to get backed up. Finally someone behind me shouted, "Stand right, walk left!" The guy turns around and says to everyone behind him, "Relax. You'll get there when you get there," and then turns back to his companion to continue his conversation.

What an outrage! I mean, while it was technically true that everyone would "get there when they got there," I could hear the whoosh of a Bart train coming down below and everyone risked missing it. (I was actually taking a Muni train, so I was more of an impartial observer.)

When the guy finally got off the escalator, after making no effort to move to the right or walk, I was pretty sure someone was going to shoot him. Fortunately (??), people were too busy running past him to get to their trains.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Bombdizzle Alert!

How awesome is this: Apparently they're going to have solar-powered ferries in San Francisco Bay. (Thanks to BuboBlog correspondent Guy for tipping me off to this.) The big sail shown in the picture functions as a solar panel *and* uses the power of the wind to propel the ferry. Using wind to move a ship, that's INSANE.

I feel like there's a gay joke to be made involving a sun-powered ferry/fairy, but it's probably above my pay grade.

Pimp My Condo

A while back someone on our street altered a real-estate sign to say that the property was "For Sale. Offered by RICH F*CKS FOR RICH F*CKS ONLY" (except, they didn't use asterisks).

Well, the trend continues. This time, someone is having fun with a new condo development called "Park Terrace." I would say the name change is a big improvement!

What Is It You Want From Me?

Someone broke into my car by smashing a window — sometime between Tuesday night and Saturday morning (I should probably check on my car more often). The funny thing is what they stole: nothing.

They rifled through my things and apparently determined that classical CDs, back issues of the New Yorker and a VHS copy of the movie "Metropolitan" were not worth taking.

I thought maybe they broke in so they could sleep in the car (not unheard-of in our neighborhood), but there was no telltale smell of B.O., urine or smoke.

So basically I got a big diss from the car-burgling community: my stuff is WORTHLESS.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

More 'Fissure' Info

"Fissure" is going to have a screening in Dallas on Nov. 15 at the Inwood Theater. Unfortunately, I won't be able to go. But if anyone's in the area, check it out (I know that Dallas is a hotbed of BuboBlog readers).

After that, the movie will go on the festival circuit. The director is aiming pretty high, entering it in all the big festivals (Sundance, Cannes, etc.). They're also taking the film to the American Film Market conference this week to find a distributor. The goal is to get it to a theater near you.

With this kind of movie, though, I would say the best-case scenario is that it gets on Netflix someday. I mean, it's a low-budget picture and doesn't really have the avant-guard qualities that would win over the art-house crowd. I'm hoping it at least makes it into a cool film festival (like Santa Barbara), so I can have a reason to go.

There's also a new trailer on the "Fissure" Web site.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Stevenson in the News

The Chron did a Q&A with Alison Eastwood (who went to my high school) about directing her first film ("Rails and Ties"). The interviewer gives a brief shoutout to RLS (now better known as the Stevenson School) and Alison makes some comment about how going to school in Carmel/Monterey kept her grounded vs. being in L.A. Hmm...OK.
Q: You grew up around Monterey and Carmel and went to the Stevenson School. Do you still live in that area?
A: I live in L.A. now. (The Carmel area) is really beautiful, but I don't go home that often anymore. But I'm lucky that I got to grow up in a place like that. You look at all these kids who grow up in L.A., stars' kids and little actor people, and they're just such a mess. They're all completely spun out and in rehab. I was very lucky. My parents didn't want that kind of life for us. I just had a charmed existence.

I have to say, we saw the trailer for "Rails and Ties" a couple weeks ago. I didn't know until it was over that it was her film, but it looked ultra-hokey and, um, bad. The Rotten Tomato rating would appear to corroborate this impression (35% of reviews are favorable).

Oh well...

Friday, November 02, 2007

'Fissure' Movie Poster

So the official "Fissure" movie poster is now up on the IMDB page. It looks pretty cool. If you look real closely, you can see my name on the bottom line.