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Posts from the ‘ephemera’ category

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Welcome Home

This was literally quite something. It skirted around the neighborhood I call home, too. Began early Friday morning, congested traffic like no one business (yet, we…

TMT: Howl Till It Hurts

This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Recently, a colleague returned to contribute more of his fine writing online with a short post on a seminal sci-fi film. To celebrate his reappearance, I thought to jot down one more of these since it was he who inspired this very line of memory posts.

TMT: Graduating with Honors… and Attitude

This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. The primary reason for this one is I’ve yet to finish the significant movies from my youth. That and the fact that three articles, two from Dan’s blog, today’s Movies That Everyone Should See and a Tossin’ It Out There: What Movie Reminds YOU of Your “Younger Days”? from awhile back, where my particular comment coincided with the film highlighted days later by Trailers From Hell, brought it all back to the forefront.

Liebster’d

My colleague Iba, over at i luv cinema, nominated moi for a blogging award that’s been making its way across the sphere: The Liebster Award. Out of curiosity, I…

TMT: Movie at the Turn

This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time series that was begun here. Credit for this one goes to my NoCal brethren blogger mummbles, of the Rantings site. He wrote the following in a comment to my last TMT post concerning a certain film (and series):

“Like I said before I am very envious of anyone alive who enjoyed movies at this time. I am not without a similar experience, in 1999 I went to LA and saw Episode I at the exact same theater…”

TMT: In Another Galaxy at The Chinese

This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time series that was begun here. Leave it to my good friend, author John Kenneth Muir, for finally getting me to put this one online. His stellar commemoration piece from Wednesday, Memory Bank: Waiting in Line to see Star Wars (1977), is not to be missed, and includes images of those times that served as the spur for this download of mine:

“But, in my heart, I suppose I do understand why some fans chose to stand in line awaiting a new release in the popular old franchise. Standing-in-line is a communal experience first, one allowing fans to connect to other Star Wars fans and to plug-in to the community’s sense of enthusiasm and excitement And secondly, standing-in-line now likely qualifies as a nostalgic experience for older fans, at least for ones of my (advanced) age.”

TMT: We Dared

This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Since I highlighted this crowd-pleaser of an action movie,…

TMT: So This is Why We Call It The Blockbuster

This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time series that was begun here. My colleague Iba from I Luv Cinema, byway of his May 31st post, gets the credit, along with the upcoming Universal 100th Anniversary release of the remastered Blu-ray Disc of a landmark movie, for this memory download. The root reason the summer is the studios’ box office money-maker, and why us movie patrons take for granted, with all the matter-of-fact-ness we can muster, queuing for up for such things, is because of one Steven Spielberg film.

Forty Years Ago To the Hour: Beginnings by Chicago

There are moments that truly stay with you, at least while the brain cells hold out during our stay on this mortal coil. I daresay graduating from the cauldron that was senior high school being chief among them. It was, and still is, an institution that guaranteed the person that finished the undertaking no longer resembled the one who started it. Everything changed by the time you got the diploma in your hand. You weren’t the same physically, mentally, or emotionally when it was done. No one had an easy time of it, even the popular kids. If someone says they did, they’re l-y-i-n-g. High school was that oddly endearing modern rite of passage. And much like keelhauling, most merely wanted to survive the experience.