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Stumbled across a Mad Men Season 3 Newsweek review that I found particularly lively, in that it gently interweaves the obvious and un-obvious allegorical nuances of the epic. Decided to further investigate. Blogger Dan O’Brien, understandably, prob gets a zillion times as much traffic as I do and his “Why You are an Idiot for Not Watching Mad Men” shows why. I’m cheating a bit by adding my friend Hollie’s blog entry about MM, since it’s actually about Season 1 and not 3 but truth to be told, Hollie’s blog is well worth reading in its entirety. Not only has she gone from being an actor to being a staffed writer on Cold Case in a period of a little over a year due to sheer determination, dedication and talent, but her insights about on-screen chemistry (which come from her acting talent and training) are actually applicable to all seasons, not just 1 or 3. In fact, while we’re backpedaling, I’d have to say that New York Magazine’s patented Don Draper Likability Index covering seasons 1 and 2 is still pretty fresh. Finally, please forgive my laziness (I’m not really lazy but I do really have to get started on my job hunt now, being that its a Friday and everything) if you really want to read Mad Men reviews, this metacritic link’ll be you there is no time flat. If I had more time, I’d try and dig up commentary on the music and on the cinematography and set design but that’d be another entry, I guess. Okay, so one more thing before signing off. For those of you wondering, why –despite the fact I can’t remember being this far gone over a show since Commander-in-Chief (which is actually what got me to start watching television for the first time since I was a teenager) there is a very specific reason that I don’t “Mad Men” myself on Facebook, 
here goes: while I loved working with this creative powerhouse during Season 2 and am not at all surprised to see Janie’s vision going viral in the form of the Mad Men Yourself phenom, I am apprehensive about embracing avatar altering fan rituals because, I dunno. It’s not really where or who I’m at, I guess. Then there are also those articles my dad forwarded me about virused Flash downloads and finally, because I’ve already got pics of my Mad Men’d self from the two Season 2 episodes I was in and I got em w/out downloading problematic software!
Click here to read my post about the Mad Men Season 3, episode 12 Kennedy Assassination episode titled “The Grown Ups.”
Click here for a bit of a babbley thought well intended (was new to blogging and didn’t get how spacing for the web and headers worked) and comprehensive description of my experience working as a featured background performer on the Mad Men, Season 2 episodes Three Sundays and Six Month Leave.
The following Ten Image Poladroid Series rediscovers the ancient Sun Tzu on a West Hollywood Saturday night at The Standard…
It’s a Saturday night and I’ve finally got some a sliver of a moment to hang back and chill out with my new translation of The Art of War.
I’m reading it and remembering how life changing Sun Tzu was for me when I first discovered The Art of War in 2000.
But, my friend, Ariane has invited me to the Purple Lounge Party at The Standard. I’m really enjoying the read but at the same time, I want to circulate and consequently I am all conflicted about what to do.
The lure of The Standard’s acutely self-aware retro decor pulls me in with its tractor beam.
The change of pulsebeat; the longing to circulate…
Utter the word “Lush” at the door of the Purple Lounge for free entry.
I run into a friend who wants to know what I did this evening, prior to The Purple Lounge and I tell him I was reading Sun Tzu.
He asks what Sun Tzu writes about. I explain that it is about how to co-exist with conflict in a way that is mindful and balanced. Then I add, that the most successful war is a war that does not need to be fought.
Then, several minutes later, a push and a shove. An argument. Neither of the two is willing to back down. Throwing my arms around the taller of the two, I twist him out of harms way and he graciously thanks me for the intervention. While my 5′3 height and 105 pound body weight didn’t provide a lot of physical mass to leverage, no one expected me to do what I did. Thus, the element of surprise.
Would I try this again under similar circumstances? Actively involve myself in someone else’s conflict like this? Hard to tell.
Stranger things have happened to people who’ve read Sun Tzu, I guess.
