Finished
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No, this isn't a review of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (even though I saw it and liked it despite the stupid alien plot). This is a reminiscence of Indiana Jones as a whole because The Last Crusade is on TV right now. I cannot remove Indy from thoughts of my brother. We both loved the original trilogy, but Tim moreso, because he actually wanted to grow up to be a professional adventurer like Jones. Indy in the fedora was (one of) Tim's hero(es). In a way, Tim becoming a Ranger was an approximation of his desire to be a history expert/treasure hunter (although, the Rangers was also close to another goal of his: to join the French Foreign Legion; that spark was ignited by the movie Beau Geste). Anyway, we were really excited when The Last Crusade came out in 1989 (I was ten), because it meant Indiana Jones was going to be in a movie with James Bond. How more adventuresome could you get? (It wasn't until a few years later that I knew how delicious this pairing really was–hot hot Harrison Ford [one of the sexiest older men in the movies] and hot hot Sean Connery [the sexiest older man in all of filmdom]…but I was ten at the time and couldn't appreciate it…but believe me, I do now.) I even remember the creative Diet Coke commericals in conjunction with the theatrical release. I still find myself saying in my head "You have chosen wisely", a la the old knight when Indiana chooses the true Cup of Christ, when I, or someone else, has made a decision I approve of. There are so many amazing sequences in the film. How can you not love the chase scene on top of the tank (one guy falls on the treads and gets pulled under!), and the amazing finale when the Nazis get melted by drinking from the wrong grail? But for me, I love the moment when Indy finds himself faced with a chasm that he can't get across. After consulting his father's grail diary, he closes his eyes and takes a step forward into the void…and he doesn't fall. Amazingly, there is an invisible pathway. He walks tentatively across, and, upon reaching the other side, takes a handful of dirt and scatters it across the abyss, making the path appear. As a child, this was totally magical to me. As an adult, these elements of the movie still hold magic for me. This is the universal appeal of Indiana Jones. It brings out the child within the child, and then the child re-emerges years later in utter delight.
How did you meet your significant other? Answer all the questions HONESTLY and re post as "How I met _____"
(The following contains super-top-secret-barf-inducing mushiness…just a warning…oh, and I stole this off of Michelle's myspace…)
Show us a picture of your father.
My dad hates having his picture taken. He kinda seizes up and doesn't know what to do. This is because my dad is a very humble man, and I think he doesn't like having to put on a "face". It's not that he's insincere. It's that the best attributes of my dad usually can't be captured on film (even though he is a good looking man). The best photographs of my father are usually candids, when you catch him being goofy, or laughing, or when he doesn't know you are looking at him. Or when he gets in close to the people he loves and showers them in affection. Those are the best pictures of my dad, because they showcase his essence: a loving, wonderful, tender man, who would do anything for his loved ones. Happy Father's Day, Daddy. You inspire me to be a better person. I love you!
Tanka is a Japanese poetry form very similar to haiku. It has five lines, the first three comprising the familiar haiku formula: 5 syllables, 7 syllables, then 5 syllables. Tanka expands on this by adding two more lines of 7 syllables each. I thought I would try my hand at this, exploring my favorite theme: lovey-mushiness.
You appear, dreamlike,
blue eyes splashing, mouth upturned.
My fingers steady,
I cup the back of your neck,
feel your hummingbird heartbeat.
You, the prize, I've won,
the culmination of want,
gift of perfection.
No hesitation from you,
you make love to me freely.
I am astonished.
How can I deserve such love?
You prove that I do.
You soothe my ragged heartache.
You breathe with eve'ning's promise.
I often say that I wish that I was writing more. Of course, even when I am
writing, I am still probably not writing enough. However, lately I have been missing doing crafty type projects that I used to do when I still had the space to do it. Since separating from my ex-husband last year, I have been living with at a friend's house, and the majority of my stuff is still unpacked. This is fine, because I know I am on my way to somewhere better (and bigger), but I still yearn to unpack and settle down. Mostly, I miss my sewing projects. I'm not a very good sewer, but I enjoy it.
It's very therapeutic, and I used to do it for hours while watching TV or listening to music. It got hard to do after my eye surgeries, but that didn't really stop me. I am good at cross-stitch, however, and have a ridiculous amount of supplies and half-finished projects. I don't want to do the cross-stitch stuff right now so much as I want to get back into quilting. I've done all of my quilting by machine, but I've thought that it would be really great to just do it by hand, even if that were to make it uneven. I really could use the practice of sewing by hand, and, um, I wouldn't have to pay as close attention as I have to when I'm doing cross-stitch. I really could watch TV and interact and not have to be so isolated. Anyway, it's going to be a while before I can get out my stuff, but I look forward to it. I really really miss it.
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