Day: February 14, 2010

recent raves

The Blind Side – Leigh Anne Tuohy, Sandra Bullock’s character, is a Republican and sends her children to a private Christian school. While watching the film I was thinking: If ever we meet and we begin talking about her political views and her faith I may walk out on her heck I may even end up hating her but I love her in this film. Bullock’s portrayal is enjoyable. At times, Leigh Anne actually reminded me of my mother (minus the Southern accent and the crazy hourglass figure and the knowledge of football).

I did enjoy this film. I just can’t say how much of it is true, of course.

Letters from Iwo Jima – Yes, I should have seen this right after I saw Flags of our Fathers. Harrowing, heartbreaking. Boy, did this film hurt.

In “Flags of Our Fathers” the battle itself happens mainly in flashback, since the movie is in large measure about the guilt and confusion that survivors encountered upon their reluctant return home. In “Letters From Iwo Jima” the battle is in the present tense, and it is home that flickers occasionally in the memories of men who are certain they will not live to see it again.

Source.

Florence + The Machine (Lungs) – Been a while since I last loved an entire album. This is A-plus.

‘s all good

The idea was to return to the place where the question was asked and the answer was given.

We had dinner and took pictures of each other.

No pictures of the food because we practically swallowed those whole. Later we had wine.

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Earlier that evening I made a collage and gave it away as a gift.

I’ll keep what I wrote here a secret.

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All of this is new to us, but we’re all for fantastic discoveries. ♥

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On the writing front:

I’ve a poem up on Writers’ Bloc. Click!

In the e-mail:

Dear Ms Victoria,

We would like to inform you that your story “Salot” has been accepted for our online horror anthology, Demons of the New Year.

[redacted]

Thank you very much.

Sincerely yours,

Joseph Nacino & Karl de Mesa

Here’s the TOC. :D

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From “What the Living Do” by Marie Howe –

I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,

I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.

What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss — we want more and more and then more of it.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:

I am living, I remember you.

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Happy Valentine’s Day.