“You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore…all of the sudden even though you have some place to put your shit, that idea of home is gone…or maybe it’s like this rite of passage…you will never have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, for your kids, for the family you start. It’s like a cycle or something. Maybe that’s all family really is: a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”
Garden State
In religion a few months back, we were talking about how Islam, being a relativly “new” religion as far a monotheism goes, is currently undergoing their reformation. I realized how AWESOME that is because in another 100 years or so, kids in history class will be reading about the Islamic Reformation and I will have lived through it. History is awesome. (This also reminded me of how cool I feel whenever I think about having lived during the publication of the Harry Potter book and having been a part of the magic. I heart you Harry!)
My new friend!! I love you Phoebe.
As far as opening scenes go, one of my favorites is the opening of Disney’s classic, Beauty and the Beast. Between the haunting score and the the beautiful narration of the Beast’s transformation in the stained glass windows, this scene strikes me as one of the best in the world of animation. (Plus the film came out the year I was born!) What are some of your favorite opening scenes?
You know how they say that cravings only last about five minutes and that you shouldn’t indulge them because your body doesn’t actually need what you are craving? Well, I’ve been craving a Bloomin’ Onion for five days now and it ain’t getting any better. Explain that, nutrition/psychology experts!
My prom dress! (It’s in olive green instead of gold.)
The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas by Ursula LeGuin
Pandas don’t know how to use slides
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou -
Awesome poem by the one and only Ms Angelou. Had to read it today in English class and compare it to a Sherman Alexie poem.
