OK. To have a cerebral understanding of the game of football that I have. To have an awareness of all things manly and athletic, such that I have been blessed. I would have to say I find it odd that I have just completed an entire Chick Flick.
Total chick flick. Complete Chick Flick. Having said this, I am in love with Kathy Bates. She is absolutely one of my favorite actors. I thought Harry Connick Jr. was simply divine in his role in this movie. Hillary Swank, who gets nominated for everything, was her usual resplendent self.
Did I cry? No? Crossed my mind. Still. No tears. But I would say this movie moved me. I really appreciate a film that captures the human spirit with passion, and guts. A film which embraces the bittersweet reality of true emotion. Pain and loss, experienced in a way that can only be healed with love and humor. The awkwardness of people trying to wrangle their way through life wrestling with these emotions, is awesome to me. Awe inspiring even.
There really is something to be said for a good "Chick Flick". I say this with full authority and a sense of pride. I shout this with no fear of losing my man card. No lurking issues of homophobia cropping up. I, being a man without an iron, or hairbrush for that matter. A man who cannot cook without the coals of a grill, to whit it would require said coals on my feet to make me dance. No dear, friends. This is not a freeing from a closet full of footballs, wooden tennis rackets, and sweat pants beyond reproach. This is simply one man, stepping out of his cave, to appreciate a film that somehow, while reaching for the fairer sex, stumbled across the radar of the hairier sex. I am satiated. Now I can sleep.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Peanut Butter and Bikes
Life is complicated. Its hard to be cynical, if you have any perspective. I think the saying goes along the lines of, "I wept for need of shoe's, until I saw a man with no feet"(somewhere in the bible. I think).
You can find joy anywhere in life. All you have to do is look. Likewise, sorrow is in high demand. The longer I spin on this marble, the more my perspective changes. What was once important, is now of little value.
I have always put a premium on friendship. And Peanut Butter. Both of which have served me well. The other stuff, well that's where the shift comes in. Family. And I don't want to say that I have devalued family lo these many years; rather I have come to appreciate family all the more so. Every moment with my children is, to me, a sacred stolen moment. A moment I will never forget, and never get back. Every hug. Every laugh. All stolen.
Like so many Dad's before and after me, I got to watch my little girl ride a bike sans-training wheels for the first time. And like any dad who was paying attention or filled with pride, I was blown away. Not so much by the accomplishment, but from the sheer joy and pride; the genuine mirth and giddiness my child displayed as she realized that she was riding on her own. If life had a pause button, I'm wearin it out. Right there on that smile. That, for me was good stuff. For in that one fleeting instant, I was one, maybe two peanut butter crackers away from perfection.
You can find joy anywhere in life. All you have to do is look. Likewise, sorrow is in high demand. The longer I spin on this marble, the more my perspective changes. What was once important, is now of little value.
I have always put a premium on friendship. And Peanut Butter. Both of which have served me well. The other stuff, well that's where the shift comes in. Family. And I don't want to say that I have devalued family lo these many years; rather I have come to appreciate family all the more so. Every moment with my children is, to me, a sacred stolen moment. A moment I will never forget, and never get back. Every hug. Every laugh. All stolen.
Like so many Dad's before and after me, I got to watch my little girl ride a bike sans-training wheels for the first time. And like any dad who was paying attention or filled with pride, I was blown away. Not so much by the accomplishment, but from the sheer joy and pride; the genuine mirth and giddiness my child displayed as she realized that she was riding on her own. If life had a pause button, I'm wearin it out. Right there on that smile. That, for me was good stuff. For in that one fleeting instant, I was one, maybe two peanut butter crackers away from perfection.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Obama Speech to Students
You know what. Here's the thing. I have a job. I'm busy. So I don't have a lot of time to weigh in on this. However, our President is addressing our students about "about the need to work hard and stay in school". This quote was taken from the article "Obama speech to students sparks new controversy" By LIBBY QUAID and LINDA STEWART BALL Associated Press Writers.
So anyway, radio pundits, television bandits, and various other forms of nausea have declared this is a bad thing, and that it is politically motivated such that the president can further push his agenda. R U kidding me? REALLY. First of all our schools are so underfunded I doubt we even have the technology to show the freakin speech. Secondly the schools with the technology are most likely private institutions whose constituents lean towards a philosophy of the "Rich get Richer and the Poor get Poorer". Not name calling (Republican Party), I'm just saying.
I really wish I had more time to look at this, but frankly the people that stir this kind of stuff sicken me, so I'll go back to work. We live in a country that is about Freedom. Freedom of choice, religion, free speech, and other rights. After two consecutive elections which mocked, laughed at, and disparaged the very things this country stands for. Eight years in which our vice presidents own company made ungodly (yes I said ungodly. intentionally) amounts of money rebuilding that which (Haliburton) our President leveled (Iraq) as an odd misadventure on an otherwise logical expedition (Afganistan).
Did I get side tracked? My bad.
In closing, I think it would be nice if our President could serve as a role model and tell our kids to stay in school. Our last President addressed a graduating class at Yale and remarked, "You too can make C's and be President of the United States". Everyone laughed. That is to say everyone graduating from Yale that day. Hmmmmm.
So anyway, radio pundits, television bandits, and various other forms of nausea have declared this is a bad thing, and that it is politically motivated such that the president can further push his agenda. R U kidding me? REALLY. First of all our schools are so underfunded I doubt we even have the technology to show the freakin speech. Secondly the schools with the technology are most likely private institutions whose constituents lean towards a philosophy of the "Rich get Richer and the Poor get Poorer". Not name calling (Republican Party), I'm just saying.
I really wish I had more time to look at this, but frankly the people that stir this kind of stuff sicken me, so I'll go back to work. We live in a country that is about Freedom. Freedom of choice, religion, free speech, and other rights. After two consecutive elections which mocked, laughed at, and disparaged the very things this country stands for. Eight years in which our vice presidents own company made ungodly (yes I said ungodly. intentionally) amounts of money rebuilding that which (Haliburton) our President leveled (Iraq) as an odd misadventure on an otherwise logical expedition (Afganistan).
Did I get side tracked? My bad.
In closing, I think it would be nice if our President could serve as a role model and tell our kids to stay in school. Our last President addressed a graduating class at Yale and remarked, "You too can make C's and be President of the United States". Everyone laughed. That is to say everyone graduating from Yale that day. Hmmmmm.
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