Yoga

This is an entry I never thought I'd write.

Until the age of 22 or 23, when someone said the word "yoga," I pictured someone doing karate. Then, my friend Matt started doing yoga and became obsessed with it, and since then I've suffered a barrage of pleadings to give it a try. Matt has assured me, time and time again, that this would change my life, and that I'd be much happier and healthier if I got into it.

This went on for three years, and for three years, I never really got around to it. It's not that I doubted that Matt was right. Like any exercise, I imagined that you probably did feel really good afterward and that it was good for you in the long run, etc. It's just that it kind of freaked me out. First, I still kind of pictured karate. Second, I had heard about a lot of chanting that allegedly took place, and pictured everyone glaring at me when I didn't know how to speak Buddhist and chant with them. Third, I pictured it being all girls. Fourth, I'm an incredibly inflexible person. I pictured having to sit Indian style, which feels to me how it feels to other people when they tear their ACL.

But Saturday morning, I found myself walking down the street in Santa Monica, hungover, exhausted, and generally feeling like death, when I passed a little yoga studio. I paused, and checked out the schedule. As it turns out, they had a class at 10:30am, and it was 10:20am. I took a deep breath-- "What the hell?" I thought. And so, I gathered up all the bravery I could muster, and headed in.

Everyone was sitting on mats, in gym clothes. I was standing there in jeans with no mat, immensely aware of myself. The instructor came towards me. Fear ran through my veins. "He knows I don't know Buddhist!" I worried. Luckily, he didn't hurt me, or even yell at me. He told me to grab a mat from the back. So I did. I even had time to run to my car and get shorts.

Anyway, I gutted it out. The session lasted an hour and a half. Some comments:
  • Yoga hurts.
  • A lot. There was one point when I was twisted around that I think I snapped my hip, and another when I'm pretty sure I pulled my back.
  • I felt degraded every time the instructor referred to me as a "dog."
  • Picking a time when I was ridiculously hungover to finally try yoga was a bizarre decision on my part. There was one point when I was squatting in some hideous position, twisted in some despicable manner, holding my hands together like I was praying, when I started to get the nauseous spins. Not the best moment of my Saturday.
  • There were about half men and half women, a pleasant surprise.
  • Females are much, much more attractive than males. And I'm not saying that as a straight male. I'm saying that as an objective observer. On one side of me was a woman-- graceful, sleek, smooth, and generally aesthetically pleasing. On the other side was a man-- sloppy, gawky, pale, and hairy. Just an immensely different aesthetic level between one half of the species and the other. The starkest contrast is regarding thighs. Female thighs tend to be pleasant at worst. Male thighs are one of the most hideous sights the eye can see.
  • The chanting freaked me out, as planned.
Anyway, as awkward as the experience may have been, I of course did feel pretty good for the rest of the day, cracked hip notwithstanding. And as my self-esteem plummeted further and further into the depths throughout the session, seeing that some of the other guys there were equally inept offered a glimmer of hope. In fact, I just may get into it. One day, I might even earn a black belt.

One other note-- as one commenter suggested, no I was not fired from Reality Dish. I just had a busy week last week and didn't have time to write a recap. There will certainly be one for this week after Omarosa's valiant attempt to secure the title for "Worst Person Ever." It'll be up sometime tomorrow--

http://realitydish.insidepulse.com/author/apprenticetim

Tim Urban: Credible Movie Critic

I’ll go months without reading and then go on vacation for a week and read 600 pages. I let my car get continually filthier and more cluttered until one day I’ll clean the whole thing out and it’ll be spotless for a long stretch of time before inevitably falling back into the abyss. I wrote every college paper in an all-nighter the night before it was due, culminating in me becoming a parody of myself when I wrote my 80 page senior thesis in the final three days, writing for 65 hours straight (bad times). I get behind on emails and then respond to all of them at once. When I play three-person homerun derby, I may be losing 7 to 6 to 0 after 6 rounds, but I may also hit 8 in the 7th round and win. I’m a notoriously slow drinker, but I'll also throw down a stiff one right before it's time to go.

This is just the way I am. So why should I watch movies any differently?

I love going to movies, and I almost never do it. My schedule’s pretty busy, and the movie theater is just one of the things that has gotten pushed out of it. Even when I have the time, I’m usually so behind on the movies that are out that seeing just one is so far from a real “catch-up” that I don’t bother. But this weekend I was in Boston for three days for a birthday party, and with little on the schedule, I saw six movies in three days. With the Oscars coming up, I had heard a lot about all these great January movies, and decided to knock them all off.

Usually, I don’t care too much about reviews-- a lot of my favorite movies got terrible reviews. But while bad reviews don’t mean much to me, critical acclaim usually means a movie is at least pretty good, so seeing all the Oscar nominations was a pretty safe bet. I had already seen No Country For Old Men, so I rattled off There Will Be Blood, Juno, Persepolis, Atonement, Michael Clayton, and Charlie Wilson’s War.

And a very enjoyable string of movies it was. While I wouldn’t give any of these an A, none of them got below a B- either.

Now, I think movies should be judged at three points. Your opinion throughout the first 80% of it, your opinion right after it ends, and your opinion a day or two later, when things have set in.

The first criteria, how enjoyable it is in throughout the first 80%, is a measure of how fun it is to actually watch the movie. Movies that do well here are the ones that are great to watch again and again, or that you come across on TV and always watch a few minutes of. Examples: The Big Lebowski, Fight Club, Dazed and Confused, Memento, Swingers, Harold and Kumar, Happy Gilmore, most Disney animated movies, Groundhog Day, A League of Their Own, Forrest Gump, Hoosiers, Ocean’s 11, Die Hard (before it was hideously dated), Pulp Fiction.

The second criteria, your opinion right after it ends, is largely influenced by the ending. A disappointing ending can taint an otherwise good movie (like The Talented Mr. Ripley), and a great ending can salvage a boring movie. I hate movies that are crappy throughout and then an awesome ending disguises it as an awesome movie (like Sixth Sense). Examples of movies that leave you in awe at the conclusion, regardless of the how the rest of the movie was: Primal Fear, Vanilla Sky, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

The third criteria, your opinion a day or two later, says something important about the movie's overall message or how deep it really “got you” emotionally. Some movies that you thought highly of after leaving the theater kind of fade from memory immediately, and you don’t really remember why you liked it so much. Others take on a whole new life in the days or weeks following, and you appreciate the movie in a way you didn’t right afterwards: Saving Private Ryan, A River Runs Through It, Life is Beautiful, Eyes Wide Shut, The Ring (this still haunts me), About Schmidt, most Kubrik Movies, Jaws.

The best movies accomplish all three. No movie can be an “A” movie if one of these fails. Some movies that nailed all three: The Shawshank Redemption, the Godfathers, American Beauty, Back to the Future, Love Actually (actually), The Fugitive, Braveheart, The Usual Suspects, The Departed, Home Alone (try to tell me you disagree).

And so I’ll use this little three-point template for the six I saw this weekend:

There Will Be Blood


During the Movie: I was pretty riveted for the first 20 minutes or so, and definitely intrigued for the remainder of it, if a bit bored with the crazy main character by the end. Like Boogie Nights (same director), I thought the first half was better than the “dark, downward spiral” second half. The score was all up in my grill. Grade: B+

Right After:
This seemed like a movie that was gonna have an awesome ending, and it definitely went for it. But I thought a lot of things were kind of left unanswered, and while certainly memorable, the ending left me a bit disappointed.
Grade: B-


Looking back:
I didn’t find myself thinking about this much the next day, but I know a lot more about the process of extracting oil and how an oil tycoon fit into the early part of the century. The depiction of a super-religious, sleepy farm town was pretty chilling. Grade: B

Overall: B



JunoDuring the Movie: This was full of funny little lines and glances and expressions and is most certainly a rewatchable movie. A perfect one to flip by on the TV and watch for 10 minutes. I liked almost every character, especially the main girl, who was phenomenal and made the entire movie, and the father. I liked that they didn’t get too serious about anything and kept every scene funny. Grade: A-

Right After:
A cute and fitting ending. Grade: A-

Looking Back: Nothing too profound here to look back on. I felt generally positive about the whole thing the next day, and am slightly depressed that I can’t spend the rest of my life with the main character. Grade: B+

Overall: A-



Persepolis

During the Movie: Unique depiction of an autobiography on a subject that interests me. I didn’t want to miss a line. Rewatchable? Maybe once. Grade: A-

Right After:
The autobiography only extended until the age of 24 and I left feeling as unresolved as Marjan herself. Not that they should have ended it differently. Grade: B

Looking Back:
I would recommend it to almost anyone, and it definitely taught me something. Grade: B+

Overall: B+



AtonementDuring the Movie: Very interesting way to tell a story, repeatedly showing the same scene twice, as it happened and through the little girl’s eyes. Great score, beautiful screenshots, and a generally well-done movie. Still, at times it was a bit slow, and I may have looked at my watch. Grade: B

Right After:
A spectacular ending, that made the whole movie excellent in my eyes. If I saw it again, those slow points in the plot would not bother me, knowing how it ends. I was genuinely choked up. Grade: A

Looking Back: Definitely had some emotional pangs the next day, and the whole thing kind of gives me chills.
Grade: A-

Overall: A-



Michael ClaytonDuring the Movie: I was intrigued by the plot for most of the time, but not in a riveted way-- more in an “This isn't that great but I can’t wait to see how this ends” kind of way. It was also a bit confusing at times. If you asked me 2/3 of the way in, “Is this a great movie?” I would have answered, “Definitely not.” Grade: C+

Right After: It did all come together quite well, though in a fairly predictable way. The final scene was pretty rad.
Grade: B


Looking Back: Doesn’t do much for me. Grade: B-

Overall: B-


Charlie Wilson’s War

During the Movie: Kind of boring. Who wants to spend 1.5 hours watching a sleazy Congressman try to gather funding? Grade: C+

Right After: The end was pretty cool, watching all of the effort come to fruition as he gets a shockingly high amount of funding ($1 billion) and it suddenly makes sense how this random Congressman actually did play an important role in the Cold War. Philip Seymour Hoffman’s “Zen master and little boy” analogy was chilling and upsetting. Grade: B

Looking Back: I found myself thinking about this one the next day. In retrospect, the whole “Congressman seen blowing coke” scandal was a cool addition to the movie because it made the Wilson a pretty compelling character overall. The Zen thing is still bothering me, and the massive consequences of what this weird dude did seems pretty wild looking back on the movie. Definitely a movie that is good purely because it’s a true story. Grade: B+

Overall: B
And while we’re here--

No Country for Old Men: B+
American Gangster
: B
Once: B (kind of obsessed with the song)
Lions for Lambs: C

And for old times’ sake--

Signs: F+

In other news, I was at the Superbowl. It’s still haunting me. I was gonna write this huge blog entry about being there and watching the game, etc. Was. Instead, I’ll post two of my 40 pictures (and only because they're cute) and move on, before I start crying and throw the laptop out the window.

Richard Seymour's wife and daughter, Vince Wilfork's wife and daughter, and Ben Watson's father


Mrs. Seymour with a very bashful mini-Seymour

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This blog has existed since July 11, 2005.

I've written about a large number of things in that time, but nothing stresses that point like the following phrase:

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I use a site called sitemeter.com to give me stats about this blog-- how many people are visiting, when they're visiting, and from where (don't get creeped out, I can't see "who" is visiting).

There are some other interesting statistics-- the percentage of people using Macs/PCs, Explorer/Firefox/Safari, the search engine people used to get to the blog (though most type the URL straight into the address bar), and the search words they used to get there.

This last item gets interesting. Most of the people who get here via search engine do so with something predictable-- "tim urban," "underneath the turban," etc. But then there are the others-- the web surfers who have never heard of me or my blog, who happen upon it during an unrelated search.

The searches of these surfers tell me two things-- how weird web surfers are, and how weird my blog is that these searches lead to it.

One of these struck me as particularly odd:

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If you type that into google, not only does my blog come up, it's the first one in the list.

And while we're here, we might as well continue. In the last week alone, the following web searches have led to my blog:

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Making a small turban look big. And that's where I'll leave it.

Go Pats.