Idol Worship

I watched “Cupid” last night.  It wasn’t easy staying awake that long—I had to keep the work computer up to check for end-of-month issues, including looking for a contract needle in a haystack; I baked and iced 2 dozen cupcakes for the potluck dinner; I did my laundry; the boys wanted to eat their dinner too; and I found a scrumptious recipe for parmesan tilapia—and at around 9:30 I seriously considered going to bed and checking out the show online today, but I couldn’t do it.  I really wanted to see how the reincarnation turned out. 

It was worth staying up for!  Sure, Bobby Cannavale isn’t Jeremy Piven, but he’s “making the character his own”, and he does a really good job.  (Watching him spinning those martini mixers made me jealous.  I can’t even juggle a checkbook.)  I was rooting him on to see that row of beads move, and when it did, it was like watching the shot Corey Fisher made to win the game for Villanova over the weekend.  Yaaaay!  Sarah Paulson wasn’t what I expected for Claire either, but she also makes it work.  It’s a mixed emotions thing, though; I loved her in “Studio 60”, so to see her in something else means there’s no chance “Studio 60” is ever coming back except on DVD.  <sniff>  But knowing I have “Cupid” to look forward to on Tuesday nights will make up for it.  Rob Thomas’s “Cupid” definitely works for me.  I couldn’t have been happier if Aaron Sorkin had produced the show.

I have two creativity idols, people whose minds are so far above my plane of thought that I could only hope to be a fraction as effective as they are at using words to evoke feelings and sensations.  (They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but they can do it in 500 or less.)  Aaron Sorkin and Diane Warren.  I still miss “Sports Nite” (there are clips on YouTube; any chance that show can be reincarnated??) and “West Wing” (I love Obama but I’d have voted for Jed Bartlet in a heartbeat, provided he brought his entire cabinet along) as well as “Studio 60”, as mentioned above.  You can’t just pull dialog like that out of your proverbial…well, you know.  The characters were brilliantly developed.  Those shows made me want to bow down to the TV set whimpering, “I’m not worthy.” 

Diane Warren’s music might lean toward the sappy romantic, but I live for that stuff.  “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing”?  “Can’t Fight the Moonlight”?  “Look Away”?  “Where My Heart Will Take Me”?  Whether you’re a romantic at heart or not, how can you not love that?  I looked her up in Wikipedia and realized I don’t have half her stuff in my iTunes but when I get home (and when the Conficker virus threat has passed), that will change.  She sinks right to the heart of the issue.  She can tell an entire story in 3+ minutes the way I wish I could with an entire book.  It’s a goal to shoot for but I’ll miss the mark purely by comparison. 

At the end of Sonnet 29 is: 

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

And it reminds me, I can do this.  I may not be as good as they are, but with a lot of work and effort, maybe it’s something I can shoot for.  “Ah but a (wo)man’s reach should exceed (her) grasp, or what’s a Heaven for?”  (Thank you, Mary Brouder, for putting that in our yearbook!!)