March 3, 2014
Rather than watch the Oscars yesterday, I went to the theatre and watched all the animated short films nominated for Best Animated Short. (I highly recommend this substitution, though I suppose it’s not an either-or type of thing.)
They were good, no doubt, though my favorite in recent memory is still The Eagleman Stag by Mikey Please. Gorgeous, surreal animation, along with a meditation on the nature of our perception of time that is provocative if a bit unsettling. If you’ve got 8 minutes and 55 seconds….
February 28, 2014
Of all the money that e’er I had
I’ve spent it in good company
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.
~from “The Parting Glass”
a traditional folk song from Ireland and Scotland
(Ed Sheeran sings an exquisite version)
February 23, 2014
INT. FITTS HOUSE - RICKY'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
ON VIDEO: We're in an empty parking lot on a cold, gray day.
Something is floating across from us... it's an empty,
wrinkled, white PLASTIC BAG. We follow it as the wind carries
it in a circle around us, sometimes whipping it about
violently, or, without warning, sending it soaring skyward,
then letting it float gracefully down to the ground...
Jane and Ricky sit on the bed, watching his WIDE-SCREEN TV.
It was one of those days when it's a
minute away from snowing. And there's
this electricity in the air, you can
almost hear it, right? And this bag was
just... dancing with me. Like a little
kid begging me to play with it. For
fifteen minutes. That's the day I
realized that there was this entire life
behind things, and this incredibly
benevolent force that wanted me to know
there was no reason to be afraid. Ever.
Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it
helps me remember... I need to
~ from American Beauty
February 15, 2014
This is another beautifully evocative and mysterious quotation from Gertrude Stein. Some say she wrote it in reference to her hometown of Oakland, as a comment on the relative lack of culture at the time. Others say it was written in reference to the place where once stood her childhood home, since razed to the ground.
To me it seems best applied to the Future, or to any Goal we set for ourselves in that imaginary timespace. How often do we reach that future, that goal, to find it is not what we anticipated? That it doesn’t fill the heart the way we hoped? That it can be described, if at all, not as the end of one line but as the beginning of some other? Or if, indeed, it truly is the end, the destination, the final resting place, that there is an emptiness to it?
There’s no there there. But maybe that’s okay. It doesn’t mean there’s no there anywhere. It just means the only there is here. Now.
February 6, 2014
“All great and precious things are lonely.”
January 26, 2014
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
January 20, 2014
“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”
January 14, 2014
The day a child realizes that all adults are imperfect,
he becomes an adolescent.
The day he forgives them, he becomes an adult.
The day he forgives himself, he becomes wise.
January 10, 2014
From Robert Montgomery’s current work, hopefully coming to a city near you (and me). More here.
December 11, 2013
In the end these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you learn to let it go?