Marshall & Julie: Day 13

9 08 2010

And now I welcome you to the penultimate day of “The Marshall & Julie Project.”  Are there any twist waiting below the cut?  Am I going to pull a Christopher Nolan on you?

No, sorry if that got your hopes up at all.  Not happening.

Day 13: “Only in America” / “Only in the Blogosphere”

Julie hits the big time once again, this time with a segment on CBS Evening News back in the Dan Rather era.  A camera crew follows her at work and shopping for a day, as well as coming over for dinner for three days.  Needless to say, being under the microscope makes her watch her mouth and decisions more carefully.

In order to cook to impress, she shops at Dean & DeLuca, which she gives the moniker “Grocery Store of the Anti-Christ.”  While I don’t bother with shopping for the cheapest groceries, I am most definitely concerned with paying as little as possible for the movies that I watch.  Really, you could call the year in blogging “The Chronicles of the Cheapskate Moviegoer Marshall” because I suddenly took a drastic look at how much money I spent on movies.

I’ve always been a member of the theater rewards programs; it wasn’t logical to go that much and not have one.  But this year, it began by getting my movies from the public library.  With the ability to have ten movies out for two to six weeks, it was too good NOT to be doing.

Then came my scorning of nighttime moviegoing, which really isn’t all that great if you think about it.  I’m not claustrophobic or misanthropic, but it’s nice to have all that theater space and have little intrusion into your own space.  There’s very little worse than having to awkwardly share an armrest with a stranger, subconsciously waging war on their elbow for the precious space.  Plus, it’s always dark inside the theater, so why should it make any difference what the sky looks like outside?

The matinee took over, and then I discovered the beauty of AMC’s early bird show.  Before noon, you pay $5 per ticket.  A group of two can go in the morning and pay the same as one person at night.  A group of three is less than an IMAX ticket at my closest giant screen.  And if you go see three movies that aren’t enhanced by a crowd in the morning, you’ve saved nearly enough money to go see the breathtaking movie in IMAX.  The economics of the whole thing are just too irresistible.

Much like Julie, I know when the time is right to shell out for the big bang.  This summer, I decided it would be appropriate to go at night for “Iron Man 2,” the big summer kick-off event.  There would most assuredly be loads of people there, all ready for the adrenaline rush of summer.  And the movie that I anticipated perhaps as much as any in my lifetime, “Inception,” had to be seen in IMAX.  There was no way that I wasn’t going to go as big as possible.

Unfortunately for Julie, she has more on her mind than cooking when the cameras are rolling.  The series finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer airs while she serves the crew, a show that she is devoted to.  I learned the same lesson with my obsession with Lost – it’s easy to let the things that we blog about remove us from our other interests.  I was a die-hard Lost fan for many years, and the final season aired throughout the back half of the first blogging year.  I watched the first four episodes, but after a rehearsal set me back a week, I never caught up.  I bought the entire season from iTunes two months ago yet still haven’t watched it.  The day will come … very soon.

With lucky number thirteen days left, Julie is stuck with 25 recipes to cook.  Her readers bark out motivation to get her to finish.  Although given the other exposés she received as a result of the CBS segment, I would understand getting a little behind.

As part of this frantic rush to the finish, she gets a little carried away and loses some perspective on what’s important.  She freaks out like it’s the end of the world when a recipe doesn’t go as planned while Eric sits glued to the TV, wondering if a relative has died in the bombing on the Riyadh compound in Saudi Arabia.  He gives her a good reality check; she concedes that she’s out of line and he’s right.

I’m not too proud to say this, but I’ve had countless fits involving movies in my seventeen years.  Looking back, I don’t know how my parents put up with me.  I threw fits in the movie theater when they didn’t let me walk around and look at the posters.  I threw a fit when they wouldn’t take me to a movie on a boring Sunday afternoon.  Heck, I threw a subtle angst fit last month when they didn’t want to let me see “Inception” at midnight.  It’s so easy to get carried away with selfishness when a situation involves something you really like, and the movies have often blinded me in such a way.  Let me issue a blanket apology to all those that have experienced discomfort as a result of such blindness.

As if being on national evening news isn’t enough, Julie also gets an article written about her in The New York Times by their resident food critic, Amanda Hesser.  After the article runs, Julie keeps waiting for her celebrity to click with all the other New Yorkers that she passes in the street or on the subway.   No luck on having a random person notice her, but her email account and message machine get flooded, and the site gets a ton of hits.

I know this experience albeit in a more painful and unrewarding way.  No, I was not featured in The New York Times.  Take down the prestige about several thousand leagues under the sea, and you’ll get my school newspaper – no disrespect whatsoever to my friends who put in tons of hard work making that publication shine, though!  Back in August, just a month after I began blogging, people on the staff noticed and decided to write an article on me.

I was expecting a massive uptick in hits on my site, for all my friends to visit and comment, and for my teachers to respect what I do.   But life has a way of underwhelming us sometimes, and none of the above happened.  In fact, I think the days following the article’s publishing were some of my least viewed days in my history.  The article was kind of an afterthought, no pictures or gimmicks to make it stand out from any other article.  I assume only the cover-to-cover readers caught it.  And it also doesn’t help that I was on a college visit the day the paper came out.  I didn’t get my fifteen minutes of fame, and I probably missed the fifteen seconds if they existed.  But celebrity doesn’t come easy, man.



One response

9 08 2010

Ahah great post tonight Marshall, I enjoyed reading it. As you said, life has a way of underwhelming us sometimes and you took it like a man 🙂

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