..and becomes a weatherman in Central Florida.
Lucky us.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I Remember
What we remember from childhood we remember forever .... ~ Cynthia Ozick
Why is that? Why is it easier for me to remember what happened when I was 12 than what happened last week? For the past few years I have found myself drifting back to memories of my youth, often with vivid clarity. Is that a normal thing? Does it have anything to do with getting old?
Is it true that we tend to remember the good things in our past and forget the bad? I know that's the case with me. It's not that I have forgotten the painful things in my past, it's just that it's easier to retrieve the good.
One of the things I fear the most in my pilgrimage and as this body ages is the loss of my memory. I have a deathly fear of Alzheimer's. How frightening and frustrating it must be to not be able to remember the past. I am so thankful that I live in a post-photographic age. How did our ancestors conjure up accurate images of their past?
Music is something that triggers memories of my youth. I was out on a bike ride a few weeks ago with my iPod. My favorite play list was on: songs from 1967-69. In those summer years I was 10, 11 and 12 years old. Probably one of the best times of my life (my hair was still under control. More here.)
If those 3 years were the best, the next 3 would be the worst. Music pulled me through all 6.
This one's from 1969.
Why is that? Why is it easier for me to remember what happened when I was 12 than what happened last week? For the past few years I have found myself drifting back to memories of my youth, often with vivid clarity. Is that a normal thing? Does it have anything to do with getting old?
Is it true that we tend to remember the good things in our past and forget the bad? I know that's the case with me. It's not that I have forgotten the painful things in my past, it's just that it's easier to retrieve the good.
One of the things I fear the most in my pilgrimage and as this body ages is the loss of my memory. I have a deathly fear of Alzheimer's. How frightening and frustrating it must be to not be able to remember the past. I am so thankful that I live in a post-photographic age. How did our ancestors conjure up accurate images of their past?
Music is something that triggers memories of my youth. I was out on a bike ride a few weeks ago with my iPod. My favorite play list was on: songs from 1967-69. In those summer years I was 10, 11 and 12 years old. Probably one of the best times of my life (my hair was still under control. More here.)
- Little League baseball
- 4th street pool, white's road pool
- the Strunks (JP, Julie, Suzy, Mary), Kathy Folkes, Debbie Guilliano
- Ed, Bob, Vince, Tim Landers
- bike rides to Knapp school
- the annual Y fair
- my cousins
- staying up late waiting for Mom to come home (she worked 2nd shift)
- crossing the Delaware
- walking Mainstreet
If those 3 years were the best, the next 3 would be the worst. Music pulled me through all 6.
This one's from 1969.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Bad Day?
Update II: Yep, it's fake
Update: I still doubt it's authenticity but it's entertaining.
The office is in Russia.
Here's a different angle in color and with sound.
It could be he had too much vodka...
If this is real and not staged, what would you do if you had the cubicle next to him?
Chick: would this be the time to pull out the baseball bat that sits under our desk/bed?
I say: batter up!
http://view.break.com/513310 - Watch more free videos
Update: I still doubt it's authenticity but it's entertaining.
The office is in Russia.
Here's a different angle in color and with sound.
It could be he had too much vodka...
If this is real and not staged, what would you do if you had the cubicle next to him?
Chick: would this be the time to pull out the baseball bat that sits under our desk/bed?
I say: batter up!
http://view.break.com/513310 - Watch more free videos
Monday, June 2, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Lazy Sunday Afternoon
I spent the afternoon watching one of my all time favorite movies, Shakespere in Love.
I'm not quite sure what it says to me as a man that two of my favorite movies ever are Shakespeare in Love and Sense and Sensibility (#1). I'm either a romantic or a pansy.
I pray it's the former.
I love the way the movie attempts to delve into the mind of young William as he starts to write Romeo and Juliet, whose working title was Romeo and Ethel the Pirate's Daughter.
Yikes. Doesn't quite have the same effect does it? My favorite part is towards the end when the play is actually performed before a live audience. The reaction of the crowd really pulls you in, like you're there.
It reminded me of a time many years ago.
The time was the summer of 1969.
The place was the Lansdale theater, our small town movie venue.
The movie was the 1968 version of Romeo and Juliet.
I was 12 years old.
I don't remember why I was there by myself (I enjoyed solitude) but I do remember there weren't many people in the theater. I sat in the middle of the cool theater (it was a hot summer day) mesmerized by Olivia Hussey, the 15 year old Juliet.
Hubba, hubba.. what a vision of beauty. She is considered by many to be one of the most beautiful women in the world.
As a 12 year old, I thoroughly enjoyed the action scenes as the Capulets and the Montagues fought in the streets. I even enjoyed the King's English, as it was probably the first time I was ever exposed to it. But it was the love story that truly captured my heart, even at that young age. As the tears trickled down my face when Juliet finds that her Romeo has ended his life and then takes her own, I was glad to be alone.
Great movie. Great story. Great Song.
I'm not quite sure what it says to me as a man that two of my favorite movies ever are Shakespeare in Love and Sense and Sensibility (#1). I'm either a romantic or a pansy.
I pray it's the former.
I love the way the movie attempts to delve into the mind of young William as he starts to write Romeo and Juliet, whose working title was Romeo and Ethel the Pirate's Daughter.
Yikes. Doesn't quite have the same effect does it? My favorite part is towards the end when the play is actually performed before a live audience. The reaction of the crowd really pulls you in, like you're there.
It reminded me of a time many years ago.
The time was the summer of 1969.
The place was the Lansdale theater, our small town movie venue.
The movie was the 1968 version of Romeo and Juliet.
I was 12 years old.
I don't remember why I was there by myself (I enjoyed solitude) but I do remember there weren't many people in the theater. I sat in the middle of the cool theater (it was a hot summer day) mesmerized by Olivia Hussey, the 15 year old Juliet.
Hubba, hubba.. what a vision of beauty. She is considered by many to be one of the most beautiful women in the world.
As a 12 year old, I thoroughly enjoyed the action scenes as the Capulets and the Montagues fought in the streets. I even enjoyed the King's English, as it was probably the first time I was ever exposed to it. But it was the love story that truly captured my heart, even at that young age. As the tears trickled down my face when Juliet finds that her Romeo has ended his life and then takes her own, I was glad to be alone.
Great movie. Great story. Great Song.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
I Remember
What we remember from childhood we remember forever .... ~ Cynthia Ozick
Why is that? Why is it easier for me to remember what happened when I was 12 than what happened last week? For the past few years I have found myself drifting back to memories of my youth, often with vivid clarity. Is that a normal thing? Does it have anything to do with getting old?
Is it true that we tend to remember the good things in our past and forget the bad? I know that's the case with me. It's not that I have forgotten the painful things in my past, it's just that it's easier to retrieve the good.
One of the things I fear the most in my pilgrimage and as this body ages is the loss of my memory. I have a deathly fear of Alzheimer's. How frightening and frustrating it must be to not be able to remember the past. I am so thankful that I live in a post-photographic age. How did our ancestors conjure up accurate images of their past?
Music is something that triggers memories of my youth. I was out on a bike ride a few weeks ago with my iPod. My favorite play list was on: songs from 1967-69. In those summer years I was 10, 11 and 12 years old. Probably one of the best times of my life. The music was great. Friends were close and girls weren't threatening yet. I remember:
If those 3 years were the best, the next 3 would be the worst. Music pulled me through all 6.
This one's from 1969.
Why is that? Why is it easier for me to remember what happened when I was 12 than what happened last week? For the past few years I have found myself drifting back to memories of my youth, often with vivid clarity. Is that a normal thing? Does it have anything to do with getting old?
Is it true that we tend to remember the good things in our past and forget the bad? I know that's the case with me. It's not that I have forgotten the painful things in my past, it's just that it's easier to retrieve the good.
One of the things I fear the most in my pilgrimage and as this body ages is the loss of my memory. I have a deathly fear of Alzheimer's. How frightening and frustrating it must be to not be able to remember the past. I am so thankful that I live in a post-photographic age. How did our ancestors conjure up accurate images of their past?
Music is something that triggers memories of my youth. I was out on a bike ride a few weeks ago with my iPod. My favorite play list was on: songs from 1967-69. In those summer years I was 10, 11 and 12 years old. Probably one of the best times of my life. The music was great. Friends were close and girls weren't threatening yet. I remember:
- Little League baseball
- 4th street pool, white's road pool
- the Strunks (JP, Julie, Suzy, Mary), Kathy Folkes, Debbie Guilliano
- Ed, Bob, Vince, Tim Landers
- bike rides to Knapp school
- the annual Y fair
- my cousins
- staying up late waiting for Mom to come home (she worked 2nd shift)
- crossing the Delaware
- walking Mainstreet
If those 3 years were the best, the next 3 would be the worst. Music pulled me through all 6.
This one's from 1969.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
You Say It's Your Birthday
20 seven year olds
150 water balloons
10 water pistols
1 slip and slide
1 pirate ship
1 tired grandfather
Happy Birthday to the little guy.
150 water balloons
10 water pistols
1 slip and slide
1 pirate ship
1 tired grandfather
Happy Birthday to the little guy.
Link: sevenload.com
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