It’s Always the Second to Last Place You Look

It’s now such an ironclad convention lately in every single TV show or movie where there’s a “winner” to show the final three contestants, one after the other.
The winner is NEVER the last one you see before the announcement.  It’s always the second to last one.
This makes sense editorially — we’ve forgotten about #1 and cutting back to #3 feels too obvious.
Anyway, just thinking of that as I watched SEAMLESS, a documentary about the Vogue-sponsored young designer contest.
And, of course, Poenza Schouler wins.  And how could they not?  Their cuteness and likeability translates even into the ruthless fashion world it seems.
I took heart that even Bloomberg admits to difficulty figuring out their name when he hands them the $200,000 prize.
It’s been such a strange day.
Taught this morning which was lovely, but have a weird achy feeling in my lower back that I feel is totally sympathy pain for a dear friend’s achy back.  [This discomfort is TOTALLY weird for me, especially considering all the extreme yoga things I’ve done/still do without incident, and in this case, caused by nothing.  Probably, I just slept a little strangely but … ]
In general, I have been feeling out of whack (what is “in whack”?) all afternoon.
I did play a solo game of Transformation today hoping to gain some insights about branding and “core message” stuff for new projects.  Again, it was sort of helpful and kinda confusing all at the same time.
Perhaps my favorite aspect of it was that I began experimenting with word clouds — computer generated graphics based on the most commonly used phrases on a website with an RSS feed or from documents you enter.
For example, I entered all 270 pages of my novel and this is what it generated (you might have to click on it to expand to get the real flavor.)  [I also did this with this website, but it didn’t produce the “aha — there’s my spiritual catchphrase” I was hoping for result.]
Oh, and I watched and LOVED even more than ever before FIGHT CLUB last night — I may even watch it again during my 48 hour Amazon online rental (not available on Instant Netflix and only for purchase on Itunes).
My suspicions about the voice-over were correct.  There are extraordinary amounts of V.O. — entire chunks of the movie in fact — and V.O. is used even within scenes of people talking.
Oddly, in some ways, this makes my task harder now because I can no longer maintain a super-minimalist voice-over ethic as the only course of action since it works so well in FIGHT CLUB.
Contemplating a walk now with Belle to search for an aspirin — although I may need a night cap at Don Pistos to sort out my spirits.
[By the way, I keep trying to apply the principle in today’s blog to my quest for my lost sunglasses and it’s just not working.  I don’t know the predictive value of this trope, beyond meaning you get to know the winner 2 seconds before it’s officially announced.]