Inner children

Porch kid

My inner child is a pretty happy camper this month. Having convinced me it was time to retire – I swear she wrote that notice of retirement letter to my boss – she’s sleeping late and eating lots of treats and reading lots of fun books. And going to movies. Way more movies than has been the norm in my so-called adult life.

Day before yesterday my inner biker chick picked the flick: Wild Hogs. Certifiable Princess had recommended it, and we weren’t disappointed. It was a complete hoot, with a fun plot, lots of nice loud action, and so much eye candy of the male variety onscreen that it was easy to watch. Sweeet. The theater I saw it in – Colorado Cinemas’ Cherry Creek Stadium 8 – leaves much to be desired. Explanation below the fold.

Then yesterday my inner policy wonk chose An Unreasonable Man. A documentary, yet. More than two hours of talking heads, all about Ralph Nader. Continue reading

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Lovable

You know what’s so funny and sad about us human beings? . . . We are constantly torn between the all-consuming desire to be loved and the terrifying fear of being known. Deep inside we don’t believe the two things can exist together, that if anyone really knew us, they would surely never love us, so we spend our whole lives concocting this wonderful, plastic shell that we fight like madmen to keep pristine. But eventually the plastic cracks and what is inside is a raw, quivering mass of imperfect humanity that has always been lovely and precious enough for God Himself to love.

Earlene Fowler, Steps to the Altar*, p. 177.

*Although the title suggests a book about marriage, it is the name of a traditional American quilt pattern, and the book is a crime novel.

 

Self-indulgence

Oh my goodness. I LOVE being retired. It’s nearly 10:30 on a Monday morning and I’m taking my time getting dressed. I am doing some errands this morning and again this afternoon for our condo building decorating project so it’s not All Me All The Time. But still. I could get used to this. It will be interesting to see what I think in few months, when I look back at this blog entry.

Makin’ my movie list for the week

Thanks to Certifiable Princess, I’ll pass on the film 300. She gets right down to brass tacks in her review:

Are you psyched to see the epic wonder called “300”?

Let [me] save you some cash. Do the following…

Get the movie Gladiator for real cheap at like…WalMart, in their $2.99 DVD bin. Throw it on the ol’ DVD player. Get a bucket of popcorn and a kid with acne to throw it at you while trying to watch the movie. Next, get a musclehead who hasn’t spent more than one night away from his Bowflex to come over. Have this same man get really greasy and make him throw steak knives around Continue reading

Together forever

 

Wayne & Avis

I’d lived in this part of town for awhile before I realized that there’s a large cemetery nearby. It sits behind hedges along the main big street, and its signage is discreet.  Then a few months ago I heard that one of my uncles was buried there.

Today I stopped by the cemetery office and asked if they could tell me where his grave is. Not only could they, they took me to it.  I found that Uncle Wayne and Aunt Avis – who died within a year of each other – are both there. “Together forever” the marker says. The cemetery folks are going to have the marker cleaned and raised a little; it’s been a bit overgrown after 35 years.

Wayne and Avis were a constant presence in my life when I was a small child in Oklahoma. . Later in my childhood they moved to Kansas, and then we moved to Texas. We didn’t see much of them after that.  Wayne and Avis never had children.   They never lived in Colorado; I think they were buried here because Avis’ sister lived here and made the arrangements.

I think I will go back next month to see if the marker’s been raised.

Maxed Out, the movie

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It’s a crazy old world. Here in the USA so many of us are frequent shoppers, filling our dwellings past the bursting point with our stuff – and then paying rent on offsite storage units for the excess. And all the while the average American household is carrying thousands of dollars in consumer debt. For all that stuff. Most of which we could live without.

This afternoon I saw the documentary film Maxed Out:

Maxed Out takes viewers on a journey deep inside the American style of debt, where things seem fine as long as the minimum monthly payment arrives on time. With coverage that spans from small American towns all the way to the White House, the film shows how the modern financial industry really works, explains the true definition of “preferred customer” and tells us why the poor are getting poorer while the rich keep getting richer. Hilarious, shocking and incisive, Maxed Out paints a picture of a national nightmare which is all too real for most of us.”

It’s good. Very good. I think every high school and college student should be required to see it. It wouldn’t hurt for most adults to view it too. I plan to buy the DVD if/when it’s released. I also intend to buy the companion book. Ann Hornaday’s review in the Denver Post and Washington Post appears below the fold.

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