Apologies for the delay in the arrival of the post. Truth is, I was having trouble finding an inspiration for a post. I thought about writing my thoughts on Indian Wells and Sony Open tournaments, but didn’t really feel compelled. I also thought about discussing Wrestlemania 30, but given that I haven’t ordered the WWE Network and didn’t order it on Pay-Per-View it would be hard to give a comprehensive detailing. So my mind wandered over a variety of topics. Then, amidst my wonderings, a song from a film in my childhood reverberated through my thoughts. Sure, sometimes songs cross our minds and fade. This song, however, has been in my mind for the last several days. Thus this idea was born: I’m going to write about the 12 most influential/memorable films to me personally from my childhood (I was going to do 10, but couldn’t figure out which two to eliminate). One thing you’ll learn about me (if you haven’t already) is that I absolutely love film. Going through this list, keep in mind that I’m not saying that I am calling these the greatest movies of my childhood, merely the ones I remember the most. Enjoy.
In reference to a recent wildmedgirl post “Adult Learning,” I mentioned I’d spent some time couch surfing. What I really meant was, I’ve spent some time crashing with family and friends at times when I um…didn’t have a home. The other word for that is homeless. Now, in a sense that was true, especially in the sense outlined in the Lion’s post “Where the Heart Is.” But I wasn’t really homeless. I had my own angels providing shelter with their wings (and wine), and still other magnificent Guardian Angels, who actually put a roof over my head and a pillow under it.
“Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.” – Beethoven
The word art, in the sense I’ll be talking about it today, is defined by Webster’s in the following way:
“The quality, production, expression or realm, according to aesthetic principles of, of what is beautiful, appealing or of more than ordinary significance.”
The main phrase of that definition is “more than ordinary significance.” This post is to recognize two artists – one ending his career and one nearing the end of his career – who have over the period of their illustrious careers sparked our imaginations, showed us beauty in ways we never expected and reminded us of the power of our dreams. They are the pinnacle of their respective arts, and have over the years wowed us with their expertise and mastery of their crafts.
“Uncertainty is one of the essential seasonings of life.” – Thomas Hornbein
For those of you who don’t know who Tom Hornbein is, take a look. Please do so before you continue reading this entry. You need to understand what this man has accomplished in his life – and it’s importance to mankind as a whole – before you can really understand not only the quote above, but what will follow in the rest of this article. Did you look? Good. Now let’s continue.
This may be a tough pill for some to swallow, so bear with me.
One of the things I’ve learned in my life is the danger of extremes; the inability or refusal of two opposing sides or ideals to find a common ground. Perhaps to use a more accurate word, I’m talking about polarity. The dictionary defines polarity this way: “the presence or manifestation of two opposite or contrasting principles or tendencies.” Often, subtly and seemingly unnoticeably, those two opposite or contrasting principles manifest themselves initially in ways that don’t seem to contradict each other. Yeah the contrast comes from the way people interpret and act upon the principles. In this case, I’m going to talk about this concept in the sense of our looks and our bodies.
First of all, I’m going to address a kind of hot-button topic: political correctness. We in America have become so sensitive to criticism of any form, even if it’s positive. As such, we’ve pushed the notion that we have to stop criticism entirely. Now, I’m not in any way saying we need to start running around throwing insults at one another. But what I am saying is that we’ve gotten so sensitive to criticism that we’ve compromised a huge thing in return: accountability. We no longer push people to be accountable in the most important way: we no longer push people to be accountable to themselves.
I’ll preface this article by saying you should head over to The Lion page and read about me before you read this.
I receive pretty much the same response from people when I tell them I’m a fan of professional wrestling. It’s always this look of incredulity and disbelief. That look is often followed by a question along the lines of, “How can you watch something so stupid?” Most people tend to view me as relatively intelligent and deem the WWE to be “below my intelligence.” First of all, I appreciate most people view me as intelligent, but more so, it’s time to dispel the notion that WWE suffers from a lack of intelligence. So without further ado, here are the top 4 reasons I watch WWE:
Following up on the Lion’s post, Where the Heart Is …
For a long while now, my backpack, duffle bag or roller bag felt more like home than the apartment where I paid rent. New trails, new coffee shops, new friends, seeing old friends in new places, trying new foods and wine – that made me feel comfortable, safe and happy. I literally didn’t say no to anything if I wasn’t working or exhausted from working. That didn’t even change when I adopted my dog. But the reason it didn’t change, is that I took him (the dog) with me most places I went. Turns out, Chase really likes the car: