Nothing quite like a semi-scary show to freak me out just before bedtime… What, am I five or something here???
Nothing quite like a semi-scary show to freak me out just before bedtime… What, am I five or something here???
I watched the film “Dances with Wolves” tonight for the first time.
It stressed me out a lot.
It was a really, really well done film…. really…
Kevin Costner is adorably handsome in it.
It hurts my heart that people like the “white men” in the beginning and end still exist today – they are the kinds of people who give me stress whenever I cross them, for I cannot understand their misplaced, narrow viewpoint of the world… and I do not yet know what to do about it – I know something must be done about it, however, if we are to survive as a people on this planet.
Anyway… it is a beautifully done film, and it is very much worth watching… I am glad I finally saw it as an adult, for I think it would have been perceived extremely differently by me as a child, and I want to have had this experience, as an adult watching it for the first time.
And the soundtrack is spectacular, totally worth hearing.
Give it a watch (and listen).
And then, just because it is related through the director and main actor of the film, go look up some of Kevin Costner’s music – he has a band, and they perform together, and the music is wonderful… that man had spirit worth sharing with the world, and I am grateful that he shares it with us.
I have found myself thoroughly enjoying my latest hard copy book, Jaws, much to my surprise (although also kind of not to my surprise – it is actually highly acclaimed by reliable sources, and it made one of my favorite films [we can get into the irony of that another time]).
I started reading it two nights before going sailing… and I strongly considered picking another book, due to the timing, but I really wanted to start reading Jaws, and I was determined that reading it would be no different from having seen the title and thought about it already…
And I was right… with both the concern and the thoughts.
It would have been very good for me not to think about sharks right before going out sailing, during which time I, at some point, would want to get into our cloudy, sand-filled water, and I would have had the idea of sharks in my mind just from having seen the book – whether I read it or not was of little consequence, because the damage was already done when I crossed it on my bookshelf.
And so, I struggled to get into the water while out sailing…, but I asked for company and we made it work… I didn’t stay in for long, but I still enjoyed being in the water for a brief bit, and it ended up starting a whole chain of people jumping in and enjoying the water, which was actually quite fun.
Anyway…, I’m liking the book a lot so far.
I love that 1) Peter Benchley has found a way to pursue and share his passion (sharks) with the world through his fiction and non-fiction books, and 2) he has a good humor in the introduction regarding the changes he made for the book to become a film.
And I am thoroughly enjoying the humor and style with which he writes (well, wrote, technically)… I’m actually laughing at terrible situations, because he addresses them so well as to bring out a sense of comic relief… and I, somehow, find it to be quite lovely, in its way.
(And I mean that… I actually laughed aloud at a scene where a body is found, it was so comically written, but incredibly tastefully so.)
I’m hardly more than a couple chapters into it (of around 15), but I highly recommended at least those first two and a half chapters. 🙂
We’ll see how the rest pans out, now, shall we?
P.S. We did have a good time on the boat, at least.
Some days, you get to be Julia Roberts in the shopping scene of “Pretty Woman” with your cousin.
And some days, you get to do it two days in a row(!!!).
Yup, today was a good day.
Also, Queen is just plain lovely, and utterly wonderful.
Not that that is anything new here, of course…
Just saying. 😛
Tonight, I finally watched a film recommended to me by a couple of high school senior girls, called “Girl Rising“.
Before it even was finished, I found myself rather wanting to find a way to get myself funded to go over somewhere where teachers are needed, and to teach children (girls especially) everything I possibly can.
And I am now somewhat worried that I might actually end up doing something radical… like just that… or even finding a way to find a girls boarding school here somewhere, to bring girls who otherwise can’t afford anything, let alone education, and that will be this school I have considered and discussed so much in recent years, the one I have though about founding…
That seems even more absurd than my just going somewhere… somehow…
P.S. I recommend the film.
Why did I read the book Love in the Time of Cholera?
Because Sara, in the movie “Serendipity”, pulled it from her bag, and wrote her number in it, so that, after she sold it to a used book store the next day, Jonathan would have a chance of finding it and contacting her, if fate – serendipity – allowed it.
And her character in the film has always reminded me of the girl I want to be.
So, since she had it for some reason, likely to read it, I thought I’d have it and give it a read.
And I did.
And that isn’t the oddest of reasons I’ve read books, either.
(… just in case you were wondering…)
… because, sometimes, I have multiple dreams in a row where Channing Tatum and I are totally buddy-buddy…, and it is totally on par with my beloved fancy gelato.
Maybe even better… (but that stuff is really good).
On my evening walk today, I was struck by what I believe must have been the smell of someone’s dryer sheets. Each time I passed it, I was brought instantly back to swim team days. Actually, I was brought back to specific swim team evenings. Somehow, the smell, combined with the warm air and the setting sun, reminded me of Monday night swim meets, and, more specifically, the movie nights to follow (once I was a little older).
Those movie nights are probably some of the best evenings I’ve known. We always had dinner at this one local restaurant after every meet (I think they gave use free kids meals with our team suits on). And then, afterward, the older kids would go over to someone’s house and watch a movie together. Eventually, I was approved to attend movie nights, though not many my age ever went. I just had an older brother, so I had an early in, so to speak.
At the movie nights, I had not a care in the world – swimming was behind me, and I got to hang around with my brother and other cool people. (Hey, they were all cool in my mind, because they were older and better at swimming, and because my brother liked them, and he was totally cool.) It was often at this one family’s house where the mother always made cookies. I’m not sure how it happened – though it in no way surprises me – but I ended up being her helper of sorts.
We kind of only watched “Hook”, with the occasional stray to “Star Wars”, at the movie nights, even though they happened every week. But no one seemed to mind that we watched the same thing over and over again. (“Hook” really is a spectacular film, you know.) Since I pretty much could quote the whole movie, I didn’t mind checking out the cookie-baking setup off in the kitchen one night. I ended up actually making and then serving the cookies during the movie from then on out. I went in and out of the movie, only hanging in the kitchen when I had a specific task to undertake, so I still saw most of the movie. But I got to do something extra, fun, special, and useful, too. Plus, everyone loved me for bringing them warm cookies that the mom and I had made. And, what made it even more special, was that I was hanging out with my older brother and his friends – I qualified to be with them, and they weren’t opposed to my being there. 🙂
One movie night in particular, as we left the house, I felt like I was in a wonderland, because flowing white surrounded us in the warm wind – someone had wrapped the house during our movie. Sure, it was toilet paper hanging everywhere from the trees in the front yard, but it felt like magic. There was something about those movie nights that just made life seem easy, free, and happy. I think that’s part of why I still love “Hook” and “Star Wars” so much, and I regularly have a desire to watch them (and always feel really special whenever I do actually watch them).
Yeah, those were really good times. Thanks, whomever, for your dryer sheets this evening. 🙂
I just watched “The Matrix” for the first time in over ten years.
Gosh, that movie is good.
Especially concepts discussed in it… so, so good, I kind of want to turn it right back on, but take notes this time.
Go watch it, even if you’ve already seen it.
P.S. I had to pace during the first part, because I wanted to reach my step commitment for the day, but I hadn’t yet reached it. I totally got to chill excitedly on the sofa for most of the movie, once I’d reached my goal, though.
I have just found myself sighing in amazement at something the students around me probably would think me a crazy adult for doing – I was that nonsensical old teacher, who got all excited about nothing special, because she/he was a total nerd, just now. Who’d have ever thunk that I’d be that person when I grew older?
Anyway, the girls were talking about books for school, and I mentioned how using the audiobooks can be really helpful, whenever one finds it difficult to read the actual text of a book – it was how I managed to read lots of school books that I just didn’t like (and therefore struggled to sit down to read). It was also how, I mentioned, I read Huckleberry Finn. The language was written down for the story, but it was a set of spoken dialects that really weren’t written at the time. My being from the southern US, I can understand most of those spoken dialects referenced in the book. However, I never would read them. They were, as I mentioned, always spoken. So, when we read the book in school, I had to read a sentence once to figure out how to pronounce the words written there, and then I had to read it again aloud (either aloud in my head or actually aloud with my voice), so that I could hear what it was, and then I was able to understand what was written on the page. Suffice it to say that this took way longer than I was interested in managing for an entire book. Thus, the usefulness of the audiobook, which allowed me to understand everything immediately.
After I explained this, one of the girls mentioned how she would have found that useful for Pygmalion, the story of “My Fair Lady” that was written by George Bernard Shaw. She said that the language in the beginning was incredibly difficult to understand, such that she was somewhat dumbfounded with it at first.
Now, that reminded me of how I keep forgetting to add Pygmalion to my reading list. I’ve wanted to read it ever since I first learned about its existence, back when I was in high school. But, I keep forgetting to add it to my list, and so I forget about it any time I’m on the quest for my next read. Therefore, mid-conversation, I turned to my computer, and I added it to my reading list on GoodReads.
While there, I read the little blurb about George Bernard Shaw. I was amazed at his years of life. 1856 to 1950 was his lifetime. I began considering the historical events that occurred during that time span, and I was dumbfounded at how life might have been for this man, or even for any person living during that span of time, especially in the US, though he was in Ireland and England. I then saw that he had won the Nobel Prize in literature (and refused the money, asking it to be donated to book translations into English instead), and he also won an Oscar. And that second award struck me as odd.
He was born in the 1850s. But when was film first an actual public thing in the world? How do we go from the 1850s to an Oscar? I checked. It looked like film started to become a public thing around that 1880s. Before that, it was the little wheel things (zoetrope and praxinoscope, the predecessors of the flip book), like the one with the images of the man riding the old bicycle, where it looks like he is riding, because the pictures are rotating so quickly, but it is just the one single loop, repeating over and over again. (I looked quickly, but didn’t find a video or photo of that particular one, though it is the one I best remember from originally learning about them.) So, essentially, this man went from a world with no film to winning an Oscar for a film on which he worked (specifically, he wrote the story and script).
Is that not a crazy concept? It, I suppose, is similar to someone being born in, say, the 1960s, and being alive today, doing spectacular things in the computer industry. (Think Steve Jobs, even though he is not actually alive today.) Going from almost no existence of the world of the computer, to a time where one can become an expert and award-winner in the work of the computer. Except, for George Bernard Shaw, there were also two world wars that happened, and a million other huge historical events. What an amazing time to have been alive. What a terrifying time, as well, to have been alive.
So, anyway, I found myself gaping and sighing and “Wow”-ing over this new-to-me information just now, as the girls likely saw nothing spectacular for me to be “Wow”-ing about, and didn’t really care anyway, since I hadn’t really shared the information with them. But I just had to share this with someone… isn’t that an amazing time to have been alive, the lifetime of George Bernard Shaw? It’s like “Midnight in Paris”, except that I don’t actually want to go back to that time – it’s just a spectacular concept to me, being alive in that specific stretch of time.
Anyway… yeah. 😛