#zelmanic

[laurapetrie]

You are mine, and my darling, I am yours.

Annette Zelman in a letter to Jean Jausion, 1942

[yama-bato]

European Honey Bees in Western United States, 2017 © Bil Zelman, And Here We Are: Stories From the Sixth Extinction, 2020.

[littleweirdoss]

I win, i made you laugh. You're so beautiful when you laugh.

Ilona Bachelier as Annette Zelman & Vassili Schneider as Jean Jausion in The Story Of Annette Zelman (2022)

For @laurapetrie

[shipwreckedcomedy]

It's time again for Scriptwrecked!

This month we will be reading a feature film called Nothing to Say by our talented friend Taylor Brogan. Come on out and see us this Sunday evening in Los Angeles, or snag a digital ticket, to be released early next week!

Thanks to @booigi-boi for this beautiful art!

[remnant2]

Jakub Zelman

[cottoncandy-cult]

You Have A Nightmare (ZFBFS)

It was late one summer night; a storm had rolled through, and the pounding thunder reverberated through the forest. (Y/n) was deep in sleep as she lay tucked into her bed, but it wasn't restful, as she tossed and turned in her comfy bed the occasional whine or yelp escaped from her. Her cover was near falling off the bed, her body was at an odd angle and pillow nowhere to be seen. A particularly violent round of thunder and lightning caused the girl to jolt awake, her body was sore from how she had been laying but the adrenaline from her nightmare had the aches numbed out. (E/C) eyes darted around the room in a daze, it took a few minutes for her senses to wake up. Slowly as she became aware of the pouring rain, she soon began to calm down a bit, sluggishly the stressed female pulled herself from the bed and slipped out of her room.

She attempted to turn on the hallway light, attempted because it only came on a few moments before it cut off. The deafening silence told her the electric went out, since she couldn't hear the fan in her room going any longer she knew she'd have to go downstairs to the fuse box. She was planning to go downstairs anyways to get a drink, but after her nightmare doing so in the dark had made even her a bit nervous. It was so silent she almost thought the pounding of her heart could be heard down the halls, even though it was her house something about the silence made her fearful of breaking it. She tried to breathe as quietly as she could, almost suffocating herself, as she slowly and quietly made her way down the hallway. When she found herself at the top of the stairs she stood and listened, she wasn't sure what for and she felt ridiculous being an adult mercenary and she's still this spooked by the dark and quiet. Though after a few seconds of nothing she made her way down, each step irritated her as it gave off a dull thud until she made it to the bottom of the steps.

Lightning filled the room with light for a few moments, she didn't really need it, but it still made navigating through the living room to the kitchen a lot easier. By now she had started to feel ridiculous and began to tell herself off for being a trained killer and still being afraid of nightmares, she relaxed and little and let her guard down. Making her way to the fuse box on the far wall of the kitchen, and when she opened it, she was greeted by the first real light of the night. She was glad they thought to put a battery light that turned on when the door was opened inside, though as she looked over the fuses, she was disappointed to see that none of them was blown. This could only mean one thing. "Damnit..." She muttered softly to herself, glaring at the switches for a moment. "So, it's just a fucking power outage then?" The deep sleepy mumble behind her caused both the girl's feet to leave the floor for a moment as a scream slipped from her chest, at that same time she heard a rush of noises followed by a heavy fall and swearing.

Spinning around the battery light shone onto none other than Zack, the male sitting confused and startled on the floor. "Zack you ass don't scare me like that!" Her hand was pressed to her pounding chest making her sit in a nearby chair at the table against the wall, leaving the fuse box door open to keep the room lit. "Hey don't get mad at me! You're the one that screamed so loud I fell over!" He huffed and pouted from his spot on the floor, lazily glaring at her. He looked so cute she couldn't help but to laugh, she felt better now that she knew it was him, but she was still a little startled. "Did the storm wake you?" (Y/n) questioned right as another round of thunder and lightning rattled the house, the girl moving to stand and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "Yeah, that and my fan beeped as it powered down, so I knew the electric was out." He watched her as she got her drink, then he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head. "What were you doing up? I know the thunder is loud but usually you sleep through these storms." He almost looked concerned, but it was dark so she couldn't quite tell. "I was having a nightmare, so it didn't take much for a loud clap of thunder to wake me." She sighed and went back to her chair, setting her bottle on the table as she looked at him. "So, what should we do? I don't know about you but after that little scare, I'm not all that tired anymore. It'll be an hour or two before the generator kicks on."

She looked over the male as he stretched out on the floor, his legs extending as he leaned back in his palms. "I don't know, to be honest I'm not that tired either." He sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, leaving her to try and think of something. "You wanna try and get the fireplace going and make some hot chocolate?" Now that got his attention, Zack had grown to love chocolate and hot chocolate was his drug of choice. "Sure, I'll go and grab a few left-over logs from the garage. Why don't you go ahead and into the living room, light a candle or two for some light until we get the fire going." Before she could even respond he was up and out, making her laugh to herself. After going over basic fire safety with him, and a couple months with a therapist, he was better able to handle controlled flames. Especially since they always went out of their way to make sure the fireplace was clean and that they had everything set up correctly so no pieces could escape. Once he realized you could actually control fire, he felt a bit better about it. As before it felt like fire could run without check, as if nothing was able to contain it. Now he knew better, and with 2 winters of experience he's comfortable with the small, controlled blazes.

And from there their middle of the night adventure began

[51nn0n]

O- Old men braiding hair <3

[saving-empress-ac]

🤗🔥 The world has been blessed with your existence. April is here and so are you. And so is your warmth. Each and in all the hundreds of years you've shared with us, happy birthday.

[avversja]

Świat z perspektywy szczęśliwego człowieka wygląda zawsze inaczej.

[greensparty]

TV Review: Lucky Hank

What got my attention immediately about the new AMC TV series Lucky Hank is Bob Odenkirk. He is one of my favorite actors working today. Earlier this year, I named the final season of his series Better Call Saul my #1 TV Show of 2022 and I also got to cover his Hasty Pudding Man of the Year award at Harvard. He has had such an extraordinary trajectory: comedy writer for SNL, performer and cast member on The Ben Stiller Show and Mr. Show, to more serious acting in Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul, Nebraska, Fargo, and even an action movie like Nobody. Less than a year after BCS ended, he is back on an AMC series as Professor Hank Devereaux.

Season 1 poster

Hank is the english department chairman at an underfunded PA college. He and his wife Lily (Mireille Enos of AMC’s The Killing) live in suburbia, but sometimes dream of NYC and in fact she is seeking a job there. Hank’s father is a renowned author and professor and he hasn’t had any contact with him in 15 years. His grown daughter Julie is now married and having issues with her husband. Hank’s English department staff are not big fans of his handling of the department. The one salace he has is his friend Tony (Diedrich Bader of Veep). The entire series begins with Hank ranting on a student, which creates quite a stir.

Enos and Odenkirk

What I love about this series is the way it shows one character getting hit from all sides: his wife, daughter, staff, faculty, students, and parents are all getting on him about something, in some cases multiples in the same scene. It’s not too often you see this happening effectively, the exception coming to my mind is Paul Thomas Anderson’s Punch Drunk Love, in which Adam Sandler’s character is getting hit from all sides within a single scene. In Lucky Hank, the protagonist is straddling a line between midlife crisis and full-on meltdown and it takes an actor of Odenkirk’s caliber to straddle that line between snarky cynicism and depression from suppressed trauma, while maintaining a degree of humor. And his entire English department staff is such a unique set of scene-stealers: extreme intelligence, but so critical and competitive with each other. As much as I enjoyed this show and it being a showcase for Odenkirk and the cast, I did wonder after the season finale (semi-spoiler) if the writers went all in on this season and where could it go from here? I guess we’ll have to see. In the meantime Odenkirk has swung it out of the park again!

For info on Lucky Hank: https://www.amc.com/shows/lucky-hank--1061358

4 out of 5 stars 

[brother-hermes]

THE SOULS FLAW

“In all this talk of ‘soul-reckoning,’ a word must be said about our ‘blind-spot,’ the way in which we conceal our true Self from ourselves, and conceal this act of concealment. This blind-spot is highly charged, and even as we catch a glimpse of it, it recedes, provoking all sorts of avoidant behaviors. However, if it is confronted and contained, it ultimately yields its secret and strength.”

-Gate To The Heart- Reb Zelman (pg. 87)

In the not so distant past, my daughter and I were talking over sushi. The conversation drifted into dangerous ground as we discussed the various narcissists in our family. Anger is an emotion I’ve never kept concealed and I’ve always looked at it as the character flaw I needed to overcome. You can imagine my surprise when my daughter said “you’ve became unbearably judgmental in your old age.” Naturally, I cracked a joke about barely being 40 but the seed was planted.

When your child has the EQ of a 90 year old saint it’s always good practice to apply their observations and study self. The more I examined my inner dialogue and the passive aggressive words I’d hidden under a thin veil of snarky flair I realized it was self-righteous anger. The reason anger had such a home in my heart is because I looked at it as manifested trauma- a justifiable roughness around my edges.

Oh, the lies we tell ourselves are always the sweetest. After all, how can someone 20+ years into meditation and spiritual practice possibly be running on ego. Not just the ego we use to navigate through existence but a carefully crafted ego that had allowed all the gangster mentality of my youth to shift forms and hide behind what I thought of spiritual evolution. I had found a way to remain critical of people who weren’t putting in the work to change their lives and do better.

Like I have exclusive rights to spiritual growth and know what it feels like to be anyone else. You see the arrogance in that?

Once again, I set a sentinel at the gate of my heart and began observing every instance where this new spiritual ego reared its head. I created new prayers to recite with lines asking God to “remind me it is you who is reflected in people I don’t like.” Yud, Lamed, Hey became the letters I engraved on my heart with a simple mantra of “I will spread love for no reason.” I took those judgmental thoughts and steered them towards instances where I did something equally cruel- or as is usually the case with x-cons with gang files, something worse.

Examining flaws became a source of compassion and humility. Meditation and prayer became more fluid and I became painstakingly aware of the fact that I can still be a complete asshole of left unchecked. That… is unacceptable no matter how pretty the mask appears to be.

Still not sure which one of us is the parent but growth is a process.

[laurapetrie]

“I kiss you, my sweet one, so much and so softly." - Annette Zelman in a letter to her fiancé Jean Jausion after being arrested by the Nazis on what would have been their honeymoon, May 1942

[halaldudeinlondon]

Lunch at Zelman Meats on the 5th floor of Harvey Nichols in Knightsbridge. The restaurant has a nice variety of halal steaks and mocktails.

Blueberry Martini (blueberries, lime and pomegranate) and Summer Sunrise (grenadine, lemonade and orange)

Delicious halal canadian rib-eye and fillet steaks cooked to perfection, with chimichurri and peppercorn sauce, and a side of triple cooked chips and roasted carrots 

Zelman Meats 5th Floor Harvey Nichols 109-125 Knightsbridge London SW1X 7RJ [view map]

[movienized-com]

Düsseldorf, Skåne

Düsseldorf, Skåne (2024)

Jahr: 2024 (Februar) Genre: Drama Regie: Patrik Blomberg Book Hauptrollen: Erik Svedberg-Zelman, Rebecca Plymholt, Anna Blomberg, Magnus Schmitz, Karin Lithman, Daniel Gustavsson, Selma Modéer Wiking, Ian Henri, Vesta Viola Blomberg Book … Filmbeschreibung: Das Jahr ist 1986. Fredrik und Nina sind leidenschaftliche Liebhaber der Synthesizer-Musik. Fredriks Synth-Band wird bald ihren ersten…

[cottoncandy-cult]

He Gets Hurt {Small} (ZFBFS)

Zack sighed as he walked about the living room, he and (Y/n) always split the household chores every day and today when they flipped the coin, he got mopping the living room while she did their laundry. But before he could break out the Swiffer, he had to pick up around the living room and dust out the rugs outback, he had already finished dusting the rugs and had them folded over the back of the couch as it was the first thing he did. The ravenette was walking around the couch and slipped a little on the hard wood floor but he easily caught himself, the male rolled his dual-colored eyes as he pulled his socks up further. They weren't fluffy so he for some reason thought this would help with traction, now he had to move the coffee table to by the wall so he could get to the majority of room without too much trouble. So, he walked around to the far side of the table, he tried to ground himself and grabbed the edge of the table. He gave a grunt and attempted to lift the item, but it didn't really budge, making the male's amber eye twitch in frustration upon realizing just how heavy it was. But it was his favorite table so he couldn't be too irritated, black wood with a cabinet and a black/gold marbled top. It was really sturdy and didn't stain, which was good for the both of them. That made him stand straight and chuckle, that thought probably being the most normal one to ever cross through his mind. He had a job, a home and a woman he loved. He never once thought he'd have any of this, granted he may have been using some rose colored lenses, but it was still far better than anything he experienced in his past.

Placing his hands on his hips he began to consider how he was going to do this, so he hopped over to the other side and decided to try and push the coffee table. So, he sat on the floor and pressed his back to the couch, his feet pushing against the table. With a deep breath he tried to push it, only for the couch to be pushed back instead. With a huff he checked inside and removed the few items that were in there from the cabinet, which was just a notebook, some magazines and an array of chargers and batteries. So, it wouldn't really make much a difference, but it was the only thing he could think of. He then went back to the other side of the table and tried once more; he gave it his all trying to lift the table. But it didn't budge, his socked feet did though. His legs seemingly stroked out as they moved quickly and in odd directions, causing his face to smack the table as his knees hit the ground. It was a loud sound, the slam of his face meeting the tabletop. Loud enough that he heard footsteps quickly approaching and moving down the steps. Zack was shaking, slowly sitting up as his hand came up to cover his face as a mix of weird grunts and sounds spilled from him. "Zack, are you ok buddy?..." She spoke softly, spotting the red splotch on the table she knew he just bloodied his nose.

"My fucking nose...." His voice was off pitch, and he glanced up as he saw her moving in front of him and sitting on the table, taking his cheeks in her hands. "Let me see, you big baby." Zack grumbled as he moved his hand, his nose was still in place, but the bandages were being stained by his sinus leakage. "What were you even doing that you managed this? I mean it's fine but that sounded like it hurt..." Zack huffed and moved to stand, rubbing his cheeks to work away the facial pain. "I was trying to move the damn thing and it wouldn't fucking budge." His frustrated words made (Y/n) snort with laughter, her (E/c) eyes glancing down at the table before bringing them back up to observe his face. She bit her lip before taking a deep breath, trying not to smile. "Sweety... It's bolted down remember. You're the one that anchored it." She watched silently as his eyes widened, a growl reverberating through his chest as the memory returned clear as day. Which made sense since they got that table literally a month ago. He glared at the table before he huffed and turned to stomp up the steps likely going to the bathroom to clean up, she giggled a little. She followed a few feet behind, watching his grouchy form try and flee from the embarrassment. "Hey, don't be upset, at least you know you anchored it right. BABY DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR." She burst out laughing as the bathroom door closed before she made it, she knew he was embarrassed but she couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious. "I just hope he wipes up that blood before it gets sticky and hard to clean..." She giggled some more and went to go and check on how the laundry was drying.