Meanwhile, Henry Cavill

by Tamra Artelia Martin

Man of Steel is coming out this week, and I really hope it doesn't suck. Yes, the trailers have been amazing. But I've learned to not fully trust them. Sometimes they give away everything that's good about a movie in the entire 3-5 minutes.

Still, that's not the reason I don't want it to be bad. It's because I'm a Henry Cavill admirer (I'd say fan, but that gives me scary pictures of screaming teenagers with "Will you marry me?" signs. So admirer it is). It'd be kind of bad if the first British actor to play Superman made people cringe at the though of the finished movie.

Most of all I want him to succeed because we finally need a Superman worthy of filling Christopher Reeve's blue and red spandex, who was the best version. Although I loved Dean Cain in Lois and Clark and Tom Welling in Smallville, their versions were created for television, not blockbusters.

I adored Henry Cavill long before he donned the famous red cape. As a historical fiction fan, I first noticed him in The Tudors. I have been trying to figure out exactly what I liked about his acting. I still can't pinpoint it. Maybe because he played cute and mischievous, and we're supposed to be attracted to bad boys, right?

Maybe it was his range as Henry VIII's friend, Charles Brandon. I felt he acted better than Jonathan Rhys Myers, who played Henry VIII. Honestly, the guy is eye candy, and accents are definitely creamy icing on a very rich-and-bad-for-you cake that you eat anyway because its good (I'm 100 percent sure Sherard agrees with me here).

After seeing Immortals, which did disappoint me a little due to the story line since I'm such a mythology fanatic, it solidified that I want to see more Cavill. I mean, he was close to playing Edward in Twilight. I have a feeling that more adult women would have surpassed teenyboppers in sales if he'd been the lead. It kind of makes me cry a little inside for the lost potential.

Oh, well. I hear they're planning a Magic Mike 2. I may have a suggestion for a new lead. Channing Tatum will be busy with fatherhood after all. Even if Henry Cavill can't dance, I'd go see it. A few times.


Bye Chai,
Tamra

Physics Final Exam

by Sherard Harrington

Whaaaaaat? Awesomeness? Totally. My buildings will stand proud. I’m not a science dunce after all!

Tweet? Me? What?

by Tamra Artelia Martin

So I remembered that I created a Twitter account in 2010 for class. The last tweet I did? 2010. For class. Went online to update my Twitter account and realize I have nothing to say. I'm on Facebook. Isn't that enough?

Why do we still have Twitter? Celebrities seem to be the only reason. Maybe I'll just connect it to Facebook, but my comments go beyond the limited 140 characters.

I feel like I'll only use it for something profound to say. Yes, I'm laughing on the inside too.


Bye Chai,
Tamra

Architecture Documentation

by Sherard Harrington

Because, my life is lived in a series of models and drawings now.

For the last project of the semester, we were asked to design a sort of art park containing three art pieces. For me, I chose The Privet by John Chamberlain, In The Wall by Tory Fair, and Hanging Fire: Suspect Arson by Cornelia Parker. I’m just now getting around to the documentation of the models and the sketches and the drawings and throwing away all of the cardboard scraps.

Being an architecture student is messy. But in a creative, cool way, when you’re not in the thick of it.

Meet Up!

by Sherard Harrington

In the past three days, I’ve managed to watch Star Trek the movie, go to a CG party*, a birthday party, the vicinity of a comedy show**, and brunch, and I have a lunch meeting planned today. I had no idea I was such a social creature.

But still, somehow, I don’t feel social enough. This is weird, considering a passage I just read yesterday in David Foster Wallace’s Consider The Lobster, in which he points out that people on the coasts are always on the move to go see someone, while people in Bloomington, IL are always on the move to go watch TV with someone.

So, I’m thinking about joining a Meetup or something. I don’t know how I’d find the time. I don’t have the time to do any of the things that I do, but still, somehow it happens, right?




*The Central Gays are what I call them. It’s a group of professional gay men who meet around Central Square in Cambridge, who—if you were to replace “Lawyer” and “Doctor” and “IT Specialist” with “Hitman” and “Thug” and “Mobster,” would probably be the most deadly and effective form of organized crime this side of Five Points. As they stand right now, they’re deadly to red wine stains and effective in comparing Italian social theory with French social theory.

**It was sold out, so a friend of a friend (who is now my friend) and I hung out in the bar next door until the show was finished so we could congratulate the rising comedienne star, Kenice Mobley.

Itemized!

by Sherard Harrington

Welcome to my life, in note card form.

Okay, so that’s not my entire life—more like a brief (blurry) snippet of the last two weeks. (COFFEE.) Seriously, in order to stay on top of things, every day for the past three weeks or so I've made a little to-do index card and then track my progress. It helps tremendously, but they do start to add up after a while...

Anyways, it’s a finals week (#2 of 3 weeks’ worth—isn’t that something?), so that’s really all I have to say before going back to my mountain of cardboard. And my job applications. And my packing.

It’s Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day!

by Sherard Harrington