I usually avoid movies about dogs because of the inevitable ending.
No matter how wonderful the story, the relationship, the plot — the dog is going to die, either of trauma or old age, and my heart simply can’t take it.
But I saw this trailer at the theater last night. And although it made me cry like a baby, I may have to see this one.
Posted in Animals, Entertainment, Humor, Life, Love, Movies, Relationships
Tagged animals, Dogs, entertainment, Humor, life, love, movie theater, movie trailers, Movies, Relationships
Ships* don’t sink because of the water around them…
Ships sink because of the water that gets in them.
Don’t let what’s happening around you get inside and weigh you you down.
(I needed to hear this today; thought you might, too.)
Posted in Commentary, Humor, Philosophy, quote, Relationships
Tagged boats, Chicago, Humor, lake michigan, philosophy, quote, ships, sinking, water
I thought I had read Thomas Wolfe, but it turns out I haven’t.
That didn’t stop me from going to see the movie Genius, which details the publication of Wolfe’s first two novels, and his relationship with his editor Max Perkins.
Jude Law’s Wolfe is a loud, melodramatic Southerner, self-involved yet low in self-esteem. Colin Firth as Perkins is his solid, steady opposite, the voice of reason who, despite his better judgment, is drawn to Wolfe’s charm and bravado.
I expected the movie to focus on their editorial process, and it does. But instead of passing any judgments on Wolfe as a writer, it celebrates their relationship – – more like a father and son than editor and writer.
Both of their families suffered at times from their single-mindedness, but no one more than Wolfe himself.
I now have Wolfe’s first book Look Homeward, Angel on hold at the library. I suppose I was charmed as well.
Posted in Books, Celebrities, Entertainment, Humor, Movies, Relationships, Writing
Tagged books, celebrities, Colin Firth, editor, entertainment, father, Genius movie, Humor, Jude Law, Movies, Relationships, son, Thomas Wolfe, writer
Even after living in New York City almost 10 years now, I am still guilty of making eye contact with strangers and smiling at people on the subway, which is especially confusing to the natives.
Perhaps I should get this put on a tee or sweatshirt as some small means of explanation?
Then again, I might just get beat up.
Posted in Humor, Love, New York City, Relationships, transportation
Tagged eyes, Humor, life, New York City, smiles, Southern, subway, sweatshirt, tshirt