I am thankful for the reality of knowing and realizing things. to share a few: tomorrow we may all die so make today good.
if you are reading this, congrats, you’re alive, if you don’t see that to be enough of a reason to smile, then i don’t know about you.
life is beautiful. find something great and never lose it.
if something means so much to you that it hurts to lose it, then don’t lose it. if someone dies, cherish them... you will be with them eventually. if you lose something, remember it, let it be a reminder to appreciate things when you have them.
if someone means something to you, let them know. everybody needs to be reminded of how great they are.
and above all, be happy.
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( 3 / 49 )Thanks to Sarah Palin for reminding us how often people in public life, and journalists for that matter, should just say, I have no idea what's going on. She has the chops to parade her ignorance in front of everyone without apology. (Maybe in advance of a federal corruption indictment, too, but that's another issue.) I just hope all those wiseacre pundits on the Sunday talkshows will display the same courage she has.
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( 3.1 / 92 )The Spring. It's made the world seem big and magical again. I am grateful.
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( 2.9 / 88 )How did he do it? Coming on sixty years ago, a Frenchman wrote a story, rooted in 18th- an 19th-century farce but focused on the then threatening landscape of interwar European bourgeois society, and filmed it. The production features what is now called an ensemble cast and is mostly talky, with a only few scenes of mild action -- a rabbit hunt, a climactic shooting, and also a pillow fight and an amateurs' stage show. But somehow, through its words, its dramatic convolutions, its all-seeing camera, and its insistence, made explicit, that we all have our reasons for both the noble and the inane things that we do, those recorded sounds and flickering shadows convey a moving warmth and indomitable hope for even the darkest of times. Part of that triumph arises from the magic of cinema itself. It's from the lambent depths of THE RULES OF THE GAME (LA REGLE DU JEU), though, that layer upon layer of elemental humanity emerge, inspiring and reassuring this viewer still. Merci, Jean Renoir.
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( 3.1 / 77 )I was anxious. I was thinking about bills, how long it's been since I got away, work, work, work. I couldn't sleep. So just before 5 a.m. I got up from bed, left my family, and went walking in the city until first light. I had never seen it at first light. It was a new place. It was glorious.
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( 3.1 / 71 )I want to thank New York City -- it's a big, bad, beautiful place. It smells and it shines. It offers so much and it takes so much. It works you, but it lets you work it too -- it can be a dirty old miracle-maker and because its citizens know that, we all walk around full of expectancy, some dread, but really with hope popping through us. It can happen here. It does all the time. It's happening right now.
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