Ben Smith nails my childhood: “Lehrer’s songs and influence have survived his own indifference, and survived his place in the cultural cul de sac that was the anti-hippie, anti-folk music square left. If your parents went to a fancy college in the late 1950s, they probably played you “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park” when you were 7, and “New Math” when you were 11, and blushed trying to explain “I Got It from Agnes.”“
I’d never had a dog. I grew up in a small apartment in Manhattan. I had hamsters. After Jamie and I moved to LA, we had the same transitional problems everyone has moving here (There’s crime, but I have to maintain my lawn?) and plus I had just learned to drive and it took us a few months to get settled. And after we did, Jamie thought we should get a pet because 1) she loved dogs growing up and 2) we should practice keeping something alive.
Jamie loved pugs, loved their sweet smushy faces, their snorty sounds, their cuddly disposition, and her enthusiasm was infectious – plus big dogs kind of scared me (see above, re: hamsters) so we went online and found Little Angels Pug Rescue, an organization based in Pasadena but serving the greater LA metro area. They held an adoption fair in Malibu on bright fall Sunday.
The place was packed with small dog enthusiasts (Tiny little actresses! Mickey Rourke!) and littered with little pugs running around peoples shins in a small play area. Overwhelmed by the rampant snorting cuteness, Jamie sat down on a bench to catch her breath.
And it was then that a chubby little guy started sniffing around her ankles, and hopped up next to her, putting his head into her lap. He had a pronounced nose for a pug – as we had learned from our pug research, this would lead to fewer respiratory problems later in life. He was no puppy, but he was spry and playful, and nosed his way under her arm, resting his head in her lap. Jamie looked up at me “How about this guy?”
Well, I reasoned, he likes her, but she’s a pet person, she had a dog growing up, and then a couple cats in her early 20s. “Let’s see if he likes me.” I picked him up, slowly, deliberately, lifting with my legs, and he promptly nuzzled into the crook of my elbow. He looked comfortable and safe down there, just under my nose. Was that a – no, John, don’t be an idiot, dogs don’t smile.
And he fell asleep.
We took him over to the little card table they had set up for adoption paperwork, told them we’d sign anything they wanted, but to look at us – did Little Angels Pug Rescue want to separate this family? The name they gave him was Eagle, so named because he was found wandering homeless around the neighborhood of Eagle Rock, just a little bit east of Glendale. We took him home the following week, beginning of November, 2002.
He had a sad, serious face, and I had just made Jamie watch Seven Samurai – which features a timid farmer with a sad, serious face named Yohei, played by the great Bokuzen Hidari. Our friend Will checked in with his Japanese stepmother and confirmed – ‘Yohei’ means ‘guardian’ or ‘protector.’ In retrospect, was it a little racist to name a dog after a Japanese movie character? Yeah, probably not my shining moment as a citizen of the world. And it also required me to sound like a pretentious douchristocrat whenever I explained how we got the name. But he was our baby. He got dressed up occasionally. We took him to dog parks, even though he wasn’t very social and couldn’t play fetch, but he loved to sniff and he loved doze in the fresh air and would occasionally deign to be chased by some gigantic newfie who looked at him like a chew toy. We traveled with him to Boston, and New York and Seattle, visiting friends and families. We took him to the desert where he learned that peeing on cacti is a risky proposition. We made a page for him on Dogster. We entered him in a Little Angels Pug Rescue beauty contest where he was disqualified for wearing a shirt that read “Where all the bitches at?” Jamie and I learned that keeping something alive, taking care of something was, for us, a burden that felt like a gift.
Yohei was 2 when we got him, and after we’d had him for about 5 years, and gotten married in that time, we decided we should go pro, and have an actual human baby, which we did. When we brought Nola home from the hospital in August of 2007, Yohei promptly hid under the coffee table for two months, emerging only occasionally to pee on her toys. His dismissal was stunning, brutal, hilarious – and then it shifted. He would come out from under the table when Nola was having tummy time, or lying on her back staring at her mobile, and he would walk over to her, turn his back and sit down. And just sit there, with his back turned. “What the fuck is that?” we thought, until we realized: Yohei was standing guard.
When we had Walter, the little boy took a real shine to the pug and embraced him often, occasionally getting a little too Lenny and the Mice with him, but always with a deep sweetness. The kids called him YoYo, because it’s easier and I’m not going to make them watch Seven Samurai for a couple of years. We were a picture of old-fashioned domesticity - husband, wife, two kids, dog. But time doesn’t kid around and Yohei’s eyes started to go, and his hearing followed suit soon after. The trips to the dog park became pointless, he lost interest in sniffing and just wanted to sit on a bench and sleep. He still wanted to come up on the couch, but needed to be picked up and placed. His blanket smelled awful – not the usual “good/bad” Jamie and I loved, but something sadder.
This past saturday, on a whim, we took him to a birthday party – friend of Nola’s, turning 7, and the kids were enamored of him. They gently petted, snuggled, scratched his sweet spot – that patch right above the tail, ah, ecstasy – and showered him with cautious affection.
Last night we tried to walk Yohei and he couldn’t support himself on his hindlegs. We gave this about 20 minutes to see if he would shake it off, but when he didn’t, I said I’d take him to the vet. Jamie said no – we should all go. And we did, where Yohei’s arthritic spine and hips were x-rayed, and a lot of nerve damage was detected. The doctor said they would keep him overnight, try cortisone, saline, let him recuperate, but that we should “manage our expectations.” Jamie, Nola, Walter and I all crowded into the exam room, gave him kisses and snuggles. Said good night. The doctor said we should call the office in the morning around 8 to see how Yohei was doing, and then we could discuss other options.
At 7:15 this morning, the vet called us. Yohei had had a quiet night, no longer standing, just looking around, and just after seven, he closed his eyes. He had fallen asleep.
What kind of dog does that? What kind of dog says “look, I don’t want to put you through the pain and cost of watching me go through surgery. I also don’t want to die at home so the kids find me. Also, I don’t want you to have to make the worst decision a pet owner can make. Let me take care of this quietly.”
What kind of dog does that? A guardian. A protector. Yohei.
Chances are you read a headline about the Big Bang earlier this week. Perhaps you clicked to an article about it and started reading up. But you may still have some burning what-is-this-Big-Bang-news-anyway questions.
This great FAQ provides a concise and clear explanation of what scientists mean by the inflation theory with regards to the creation of the universe, and what was proven just last week.
And I do mean a ‘clear explanation’ - I only play a scientist on TV, in real life I was an English major who got As and Bs in that field but Bs and Cs in everything else at a decent regional college. So if I’m going to read text about science i need it dumbed WAY the hell down. Seriously, this is accessible and fascinating. And shame on all of you if this post gets more heat than my last one. :)
James Rebhorn, 65, an Actor Often Playing a Man in a Suit
By EMMA G. FITZSIMMONS MARCH 23, 2014
James Rebhorn and Rebecca Henderson in “Too Much, Too Much, Too Many” at the Roundabout Underground Theater in 2013. CreditSara Krulwich/The New York Times
James Rebhorn, a character actor who appeared in dozens of popular movies and television shows and recently starred on the Showtime hit “Homeland,” died on Friday at his home in South Orange, N.J. He was 65.
The cause was melanoma, his agent, Dianne Busch, said.
Mr. Rebhorn had memorable supporting roles in major films and worked consistently in television and theater. He appeared in more than 50 films, including “Meet the Parents,” “Independence Day,” “My Cousin Vinny” and “Cold Mountain.”
In the acclaimed political thriller “Homeland,” now in its fourth season on Showtime, he played the pivotal role of Frank Mathison, the father of Carrie Mathison, the C.I.A. officer played by Claire Danes. The show has chronicled how both father and daughter have grappled with bipolar disorder.
Tall and lanky with an ever-receding hairline, Mr. Rebhorn liked to joke that his characters tended to wear suits, whether he was the secretary of defense in “Independence Day,” the 1996 blockbuster about an alien invasion, or an assistant district attorney in the ballyhooed series finale of “Seinfeld.”
On stage, Mr. Rebhorn was active in the Roundabout Theater Company and appeared on Broadway in a successful 2004-05 revival of “Twelve Angry Men,” playing a juror; in the short-lived “Prelude to a Kiss” in 2007; in Arthur Miller’s “The Man Who Had All the Luck” in 2002; and a production of Thornton Wilder’s “Our Town” in 1988-89, among other plays.
Last year he played a character with Alzheimer’s disease in Meghan Kennedy’s “Too Much, Too Much, Too Many,” at the Roundabout Underground’s Black Box Theater.
“Although his role is perhaps the play’s smallest, Mr. Rebhorn gives a beautiful portrait of a man struggling to come to terms with his faltering mind,” the critic Charles Isherwood wrote in The New York Times.
James Rebhorn was born on Sept. 1, 1948, in Philadelphia. He said he had considered becoming a Lutheran minister but ultimately decided to study political science and theater at Wittenberg University in Ohio. He then moved to New York and received a master’s degree in fine arts from Columbia University.
Mr. Rebhorn began working in theater and television commercials as well as on soap operas before he started appearing in films. In the 1980s he acted in a number of television movies and the theatrical release “Silkwood.” In the 1990s he had supporting roles in films like “The Talented Mr. Ripley,” “Scent of a Woman,” “Basic Instinct,” “Carlito’s Way,” “Lorenzo’s Oil” and Woody Allen’s “Shadows and Fog.” More recently he appeared in “The Odd Life of Timothy Green” and “Sleepwalk With Me,” both in 2012. He continued to work in television as well, appearing in “Law & Order” and “The Practice,” and he had recurring roles on USA’s “White Collar” and on HBO’s “Enlightened.”
He is survived by his wife, Rebecca Linn, and his daughters, Hannah and Emma.
In an interview in 2007, Mr. Rebhorn said that he had tried to do one play every year because he enjoyed the immediate feedback from the audience. He allowed that it could be difficult to escape the roles people were used to seeing him in — the lawyers and politicians — but he noted that he had recently played a farmer in a Hallmark Hall of Fame special called “Candles on Bay Street.”
“It was a small role, but it was a pleasure to be a character who doesn’t wear a suit,” he said.
Let’s talk about the unsung heroes of the Big Bang Theory for a moment. A show like BBT employs around 100 people - to say nothing of the ancillary positions that don’t report directly to stage 25 at the Warner Bros lot but who help out with publicity, transportation, accounts payable. Everybody on the show has a backstory - Chuck Lorre wrote a moderate hit song for Debbie Harry, for heavens sake - but we’re going to focus on Chris Klausen, the 2nd 2nd Assistant Director on the show.
The 2nd 2nd assistant director is the guy who makes sure people are where they’re supposed to be when they’re supposed to be there, particularly the background actors who fill out the atmosphere. All those scenes in the cafeteria? Carefully choreographed so that every single non-speaking person crosses at a certain time, doesn’t run into Jim, doesn’t distract from the dialogue, but makes it seem like we’re in a busy dining hall at a busy university. And like the principal actors, they have to make their moves at exactly the same time, take after take, otherwise continuity is shot and it will look like a very tidy riot. The tough thing about Chris’s job is that you’d really only notice all the hard work if it was done poorly. It would be sheer anarchy, background actors crossing randomly, seeming to disappear and then re-appear across the room. Chris keeps it all running smoothly. Like all of the other jobs on the show, I would be terrible at it.
Chris’ other passion is sunken ocean liners, with a particular focus on The Empress of Ireland, a Canadian boat that sunk in 1914, two years post-Titanic and upon which more lives were lost than that storied disaster. The linked article will let you in on Chris’ collection - he’s not a treasure hunter, and he’s not trying to horde the possessions of the dead - he’s more of a very hands-on historian. Go, take a look. He can explain it better than I ever could.
Paula Riezenman was still Paula Engel when she was my typing teacher in high school. Jesus, what a thing, a typing teacher - basically bracing her students for a lifetime in front of a keyboard, but in the 80s when we didn’t realize how vital it would be. But, wow,what we owe the woman for teaching us that skill - I haven’t even glanced at the keyboard this whole paragraph so far.
4 years after graduating, I returned to my high school to teacher, just for one academic year, and she became my colleague and friend. When I left at the end of the year - exhausted, disillusioned, a student had taken a swing at me - Paula and I lost touch.
Then, thanks to lots of typing all over the country, Facebook happened. And I got back in touch with the recently remarried Paula Riezenman, and heard stories about her new life with the husband she met in her 50s.
Michael died in January, and the outpouring of support from her former students (and colleagues) was striking, and I hope it helped in some small way.
We still love you, Paula. I’m so glad I can continue to learn from you.
Should we feel bad for Nic Pizzolatto? Our roundtable discusses “Form and Void,” the eighth installment in HBO’s series.
I could not stop watching this show. I gushed about this show repeatedly. I was excited to watch new episodes of this show.
And yet. I am reminded of Silence of the Lambs, repeatedly and deliberately. Beautifully shot. Acted with an unparalleled rawness. Paced with a screw-tightening eye for suspense. But what is it … about, exactly?
Where to start? One, the sheer cynicism of the project. “No one will notice that we’re aping Indiana Jones!” An 11 year old B student in New York City noticed, that’s who. Two, Clyde Kusatsu as “His No.1 Boy!” Was this made in the 1940s? NO. I AM NOT THAT OLD. Three, Priest from SUPERFLY! Four, even the music wants to be Indiana Jones. Five, this wasn’t even the only Raiders cop to be found on tv that year - see also Tales of the Gold Monkey: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdFN6agkNnQ
But the larger issue: what happened to opening title sequences where everything is completely spelled out for you? Would it kill True Detective to try something like this? Rust Cohle -Mysterious atheist with a secret!
Starring Jamie Denbo as Desdemona Hughes and Arden Myrin as Betty Hughes. Also starring Craig Cackowski as Baron Lightworker; Chris Tallman as Marco; Paul F. Tompkins as Rick Stanton; Annie Savage as Hannah Emma Otto; and Mark Gagliardi as Finnerty, the…
Great performances from all, even the ones to whom I’m not married.
"I had developed a survival skill of using my wit to score for myself. If a scene was dying, I’d lob in these little bombshell lines that would get me some attention and a laugh without really helping the scene. I’ve always had that overwhelming desire to be liked by the audience. Del once said to me, “One day, you’re going to look in the mirror and say, ‘I’m so cute, and I’m only fifty years old.’"
Am I the only person who kinda ships Sheldon/Kripke from TBBT? I mean after re-watching “The Cooper/Kripke Inversion" it just seems to me that maybe - just maybe - Kripke had some kind of crush on Sheldon that he really doesn’t wanna come to terms with or whatever idk.
The show is gonna be on for a while - let’s not rule anything out.
“We simply don’t have time to let a few loud interest groups hijack the climate conversation… We should not allow a tiny minority of shoddy scientists and science and extreme ideologues to compete with scientific facts. Nor should we allow any room for those who think that the costs associated with doing the right thing outweigh the benefits.
The science is unequivocal, and those who refuse to believe it are simply burying their heads in the sand. We don’t have time for a meeting anywhere of the Flat Earth Society.”—Secretary of State John Kerry. (via quickhits)
The actress Ellen Page came out in an emotional, eloquent speech today at the Human Rights Campaigns Time to THRIVE conference in Las Vegas. Loving other people starts with loving ourselves and accepting ourselves, a visibly nervous Page said. I am here today because I am gay. After a short…
Totally worth watching the whole speech - very moving, and I’m touched by the fact that the poor girl seems visibly and audibly nervous. Good for her. It just got incrementally easier for a little kid to be who he or she is.