Edward Meinert and some random notes.
. . .I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. . .I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. . .You learn to take life as it comes at you. . .. . .to make each day count.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Movies.
My father loves "movies". I would like to say he loves "film", but he would make fun of me for suggesting such a thing. He would say "film" sounds like a complicated art form; it is about the pop corn, soda and keeping it simple.
Although our tastes are different, my appreciation of movies is indebted to my dad. When my brother and I were kids, he always took us to the theatre and we rented a lot. Keep in mind, my dad was very disciplined in his approach; I could not watch a movie until I finished my math problems (no, not for school, but the extra assignments he would get from textbooks he purchased outside of my curriculum). We watched a broad range and although some of them were horrible, we always managed to get a laugh or smile.
Some people make fun of movies. And maybe I am biased, but what I love about movies are their moments: to inspire as happens in my favorite, teach us about love, triumph over adversity, the complications and mixed emotions of situations . . . to name a few.
Thanks Dad. This one is for you.
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