So now we get into the real deal. What this blog is all about.
Life, the universe, and everything there is.
I have been thinking a lot lately about how people communicate, how people get along, how they agree, debate, fight, love, hate and kill each other.
And about why they do these things.
Why do we have to find reasons to argue, to have conflict, to go to war or to just be mean and difficult?
There is so much to enjoy, to be thankful for, to love.
I hope my kids are learning to be kind to others, even when they don't have to be, even when it's hard to be.
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The sky was a gorgeous red, pink, margenta last night, just after the sun passed below the horizon.
The warm light glowed behind the tops of the hills, behind the contrast of the darkest blue shapes of the fir, maple, oak and alder trees, and faded up to the palest blue-white.
This place is often beautiful, but how many really notice it?
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Last night, my son and I went to see "Across the Universe" at Bridgeport. It was not the best written story in the theaters right now, but it was fun, and the music was, of course, wonderful.
As if anyone who doesn't feel the same way about the Beatles music doesn't know what they are thinking. Maybe someone out there can't stand those songs, on a parallel universe, maybe, not this one.
Not all the songs are great, even to me, but most of them are.
Does it sound stupid or excessively emotional or melancholy or something to say I may have had a tear or two in my eye during the movie.
The story is okay, and the actors were decent, some known, some relatively unknown, even in lead roles, but the combination of the story, the music, and the backdrop of the conflict over the Vietnam War, race riots in Detroit and elsewhere, students taking over Columbia University was very effective and surprisingly powerful.
It all added up to a pretty good movie experience, and one my 12 year old son liked as well, but for much different reasons, as most of the historical stuff had to be explained to him, and he still didn't understand it that well.
It was moving and pretty wonderful, even with its faults.
Then we snuck into "Transformers".
He understood that one more than I did, but we both had a good time there as well.