Category: My Thoughts on Life

Parting Shots at The End Of The World

Parting Shots at The End Of The World

Since the world is scheduled to end today before midnight (that’s right people – we’re not out of the woods yet), I thought it might be a good time to get a few things off my chest while I still had the chance – some confessions and some observations.  Things that I’ve been thinking about for a while, but just haven’t found an appropriate time to discuss.  Here goes nothing:

 

 

 

  • “Grease 2” is better than the original.  Perhaps it’s because I’ve seen it 723 times on TBS – I’m not sure.  Adrian Zmed and Michelle Pfeiffer – it’s hard to go wrong there.  And yes, I do have the soundtrack on my iPhone.

 

  • Kermit the Frog just isn’t the same anymore.  I know Jim Henson’s son is now running the famous amphibian, but there’s something missing.  Call me a purist, but I miss the real Kermit.

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Refelctions on Sandy Hook

Refelctions on Sandy Hook

I’ve written and re-written this story a hundred times over the last few days.  I could probably spend another month working on it, and still not get it right.  I’m usually good at capturing my thoughts on the page, but this time the right words seek to elude me.  This isn’t perfect, and it isn’t finished, but I need it to be done for now.  I need to set these pages down and start moving ahead.  

 

I fear for our country and our society.  Something is metastasizing in our culture, nudging us ever closer to a comfortable darkness of the soul. It speaks to the coarseness and cynicism growing around us, and the innocence we have all lost. Unless it is addressed, I fear the best outcome we can hope to face is one of division and discord.  What is it, you ask?  Guns?  2nd Amendment rights?  Neither – or perhaps both.  No, what I’m talking about is the politicization of every aspect of our lives. 

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Honestly

Honestly

Music has always been present at the important junctures of my life, and has always provided the soundtrack to my aspirations and dreams.  I’ve been lucky enough to have the chance to connect with people through song.  I’ve told stories through music of my own and used the words of others to express feelings when I couldn’t find those of my own.  I’ve known both the thrill and the terror of standing in front of a live audience.  I’ve seen the power of a song to both wound and heal.  I’ve felt the intimacy of singing just the right words to just the right person at just the right time.  But for all of those moments, sometimes the best song is the one you sing for yourself – the song that helps define you, or helps you hear something your heart has been trying to tell you.  For me – that song will always be “Honestly” by Stryper. 

 

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A Few Thoughts On “Star Wars: Episode 1” in 3D

A Few Thoughts On “Star Wars: Episode 1” in 3D

I had a chance to take my family to see “Star Wars: Episode 1” in 3D this weekend.  Neither of my children had ever had the opportunity to see Episode 1 on the big screen – and it’s hard to believe, but it’s been almost 13 years since I’ve seen it theaters. As I left the theater, I had few thoughts on the day.  I thought I would share them with you.


  • Lucasfilm and ILM did a very good job with the 3D conversion.  Given all of the CGI in Eps 1-3, it’s no surprise it looks good.  I’ll be anxious to see what the original trilogy looks like in 3D.

 

  • “Duel of the Fates” is one the best pieces of music John Williams has ever written.

 

  • The light saber battle between Darth Maul, Obi-Wan, and Qui-Gon is the epitome of Jedi badass-ery.  The fluidity, grace, and aggression on display there is a thing of beauty.

 

  • Jar-Jar Binks remains a disgrace and a distraction.  He makes the Ewoks look Shakespearean.

 

  • More than half the theater was filled with kids.   For some reason, that makes me feel a little bit better about the future of America.

 

  • Any day spent watching Star Wars with my family is a good day.





The Sharp Knife Of A Short Life – Remembering My Cousin Emily

The Sharp Knife Of A Short Life – Remembering My Cousin Emily

We all sat around the table in my grandmother’s kitchen, talking.  So many of my family’s roads lead to my grandparents’ kitchen.  The children were in the living room playing loudly, my father watching over them with a protective eye.  Over plastic plates filled with chicken, beans, slaw, and more, we swapped stories – sometimes laughing, sometimes smiling.  It was a familiar moment there at table, shared by us countless times over the years.  But this time was different.  This time, we were sharing stories about my cousin Emily.  She had just turned 31 a few weeks earlier and that afternoon we had buried her.

 

My mom had called to tell me Emily had been taken to the hospital on Saturday night, the 14th.  That Sunday, the 15th, was her 31st birthday.  I learned that her liver had failed and she had been put in a medically induced coma.  Her brain began to swell and she eventually developed an infection in her lungs.  Any one of those conditions alone would have been daunting, but taken together – well, the outlook wasn’t good.    

 

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