Sunday, January 25, 2009

Movie Magic

It seems like I go weeks, even months, without seeing a movie and then it's as if I can't get enough. This happens every year about Oscar time. What a coincidence.

Although I haven't seen Milk, my vote at this moment for best actor is Mickey Rourke for The Wrestler. He IS the wrestler. It's a very sad story in many ways and when my daughter asked if it was a true story, I told her that "No, it's not based on a real person but it's a true story for more people than we want to admit."

For best actress, today I'm drawn to Anne Hathaway-- haven't seen Revolutionary Road and Kate Winslet will probably win best supporting for The Reader. I'm actually surprised that she is being recognized for The Reader -- I'd read that they'd pass over that because of the sexuality. Good movie; better book.

Best Movie? I loved Slumdog. It was such a surprise and even with the poverty and tragedies, it ended upbeat. But then Benjamin Button -- wow -- I keep thinking about it -- Haven't seen Milk. If I were voting though, I'd probably vote Slumdog if for no other reason than everyone seems to be so taken with it.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


I haven't blogged for a while, and though I like to reference my "blogging without obligation" icon, if I'm honest, I know it's because the things on my mind have been things I also wanted to keep quiet. It's very stifling trying to hide things from others. Hiding things from ourselves is just as stifling.

I've been saying lately that I want 30 days to reacquaint myself with myself. I don't really know what this means, but I keep remembering a gimmick phrase for intimacy -- in-to-me-see. This is what I feel like I need right now. Some time with no expectations, no demands, no "I should be"s -- to rediscover who I am.

I feel guilty and shallow in some regard even thinking about this. My friend, whose husband suffered the brain injury, is practically held hostage as he heals. Not able to get out for simple pleasures without making arrangements and plans. Her spontanaeity is certainly stifled. I guess it doesn't really matter what stifles us, it all feels the same if we let it.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Inauguration Day

January 20, 2009. The end of an error. What an emotional day. Pull yourself up. Dust yourself off. Get to work America. I like it.