I Never Have to Wear It Again!
We had our last Awana of the school year last night (the
Awana Parents’ Party and Program). It was great. I’ll miss my kiddos. I’m sure I’ll help out again sometime.
However, I’ve decided that the next time I help with Awana, I will wear a different uniform. My shirt has always been too big, too bulky… in a word: awkward. Let’s just say that it has taken a concerted effort to ignore the fact that I’m wearing that oversized polo each week. It has done its job and I’ve worn it without grumbling (usually), but I’m at a point where it is glorious to say, “Not next time!”
The shirt looks much like the following in shape:
I’m not a fan of tucking in a shirt, but with one of this length -- believe me, it’s long! -- there’s no way I’m
not tucking it in (I settle for just tucking in the back, such that it doesn't look like a short skirt). The problem is that it’s a gender neutral shirt, which means it hides a person’s form, which for me spells disaster. (Okay, I’m exaggerating. But it’s bad.) I decided that I’m donating it to Zion for whoever might someday want to avoid buying one themselves. And I, well, I will buy one of *my* choosing next time, utilizing the wisdom I now have.
And yes, I know, it’s just a shirt.
Some People Are Insane
Setting: the Grand Canyon
Depth: 900 meters
I sure hope he got the shot he was after.I got this as a forward and thought I'd share the crazy with you all. Apparently he made the jump by pressing his body up against the rock when he landed.
Makes me want to take up quilting!
...in my spare time.
http://www.shockwave.com/gamelanding/patchworkz.jsp
I’d Get Along Without You Very Well, You Stubborn Tune
I’ve been humming this
all day. Granted, it’s a beautiful little tune to have in mind, as tunes go.
I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves
Then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course, I do
But I get along without you very well
I’ve forgotten you just like I should
Of course, I have
Except to hear your name
Or someone’s laugh that is the same
But I’ve forgotten you just like I should
What a guy
What a fool am I
To think my breaking heart
Could kid the moon
What’s in store
Should I fall once more
No, it’s best that I stick to my tune
I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two
What’s in store
Should I fall once more
No, it’s best that I stick to my tune
I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in twoThis song was composed by Hoagy Carmichael in 1939, with lyrics based on a poem by Jane Brown Thompson. I’ve got Stacey Kent’s version stuck in my head – which I love, but it has hung on a little long, IMO. :o)
In a World…
Idea? Check. Look? Check. Script? Often good, often meh. Overall execution? …Mostly. With that said, I
mostly really recommend
“The Island” starring Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Johansson. I saw it the other night and even though the movie is significantly flawed, I am still giving it a lot of thought. Actually, the premise is so fascinating that I'm not really surprised that I am thinking about it this much. It was almost an excellent movie.
Almost. (I hate it when they’re almost great!)
The film was mostly flawed for indulgences. Indulgence in stupid jokes. Indulgence in unbelievable action sequences – and action sequences
by definition are
already unbelievable. I think that, generally speaking, the makers just didn’t give the viewer enough credit. There were a lot of stupid lines that to me communicated, “Get it? …Get it??” Yes, we get it. And there is a way to write those lines that affirms the same information for those not as in tune with the plot without making the rest of us aware that you’re worried about the public not being able to follow the plot.
*sigh*On the flip side, the movie also didn’t take advantage of opportunities I thought they had been setting up to flesh out information the viewer may be curious to know or see (i.e. make what is already a cool story even cooler). There could have been some really satisfying conclusions to certain plot points which they instead just kind of tied up with string with a little, “…ta da.” Disappointing.
So, why do some movie makers choose to surround themselves with yes men and people who lack judgment in the exact same ways that they do? Seriously, this movie could have been awesome, but instead I will just have to groan through the groan-worthy parts whenever I watch it – not just for the groans themselves, but because I wish I had been a story consultant, or whoever has the job of fixing/tightening a film project. It’s a tragedy that simply wouldn’t happen if the director had the humility to accept a little advice and not indulge every inclination unchecked. Oh, the human ego! (And speaking of ego, yes, I am aware that I am a wanna-be movie snob. I think I know a few things about films that I may not in fact know.)
