Tag Archives: Relationships

A Titanic Movie Moment

My 14 year-old daughter went to see the re-release of Titanic (in 3-D, no less).  I asked her if this is what it looked like 15 years after the original release:

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Lord of the Retail Rings

I saw this on George Takei’s Facebook page today and found it really funny for some reason.  See if you agree:

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The Velveteen Rabbit… On Getting Older and Becoming Real

I find I am growing old and hope more than anything that I have made a difference in the lives of those with whom I have lived and loved.

I had a professor once who said, “When you choose to invest your life in others, it will screw up your life… but, at least your life will be interesting.”

I believe my life has been interesting.

Here is an excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit (by Margery Williams), a wonderful children’s book about becoming real (long before Toy Story 1, 2, or 3).  I like to think that as I’m getting older, I’m becoming real:

HERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy’s stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming.

There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new presents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten.

For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon every one else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn’t know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers, and should have had broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government. Between them all the poor little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

“I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.

“The Boy’s Uncle made me Real,” he said. “That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”

The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him…

For full text and illustrations go here to Digital Library

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Merry Christmas/Feliz Navidad!

My wife loves Coca-Cola from Mexico (still made with real cane sugar and in glass bottles), so I bought her a case for Christmas.  She actually seemed pretty happy about it.

Merry Christmas/Feliz Navidad!  Here’s a Santa with a Mexican Coke to celebrate with us:

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Christmas Traditions

A Christmas Story seems to be an American tradition – at least it is usually televised for 24 straight hours on Christmas day.

I’m sorry I haven’t been posting for the past few months, but the new job has me extremely busy. 

At any rate… consider this my Christmas card to you.

Merry (almost) Christmas.

My Kind of Protest

This is the kind of protest I could get into.  Peaceful, friendly, funny (yes, I realize it’s been photoshopped – I still think it’s funny):

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Your Life as a Movie

A good thought about making your life count (from vi.sualize). 

Even worse than straight to video might be the cutting room floor:

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Valentine’s Day Happiness

Happy Valentine’s Day!  I found a list of 50 things that are supposed to make us happy and thought I’d share 14 of the ones I liked as a tribute to February 14.  You can find the complete list here to see if your list is different.

  1. A hot shower.
  2. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
  3. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
  4. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
  5. A good conversation.
  6. Laughing at yourself.
  7. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
  8. Road trips with friends.
  9. Swinging on swings.
  10. Winning a really competitive game.
  11. Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends.
  12. Holding hands with someone you care about.
  13. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
  14. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.

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Her Morning Elegance

This video was sent to me by Tanya (who still hasn’t bothered to begin blogging).  I really like it, think it’s wonderfully creative, and it features a great song by Oren Lavie:

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How to Wash a Toilet

This was taped to our bathroom mirror this morning:

How to wash the toilet:

  • Put both lids of the toilet up. Then add 1/8 cup of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.
  • Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
  • In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close the lid. You may need to stand on the lid.
  • The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.
  • Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a power-wash and rinse.
  • Have someone open the front door of your home. Be sure that there are no people between the bathroom and the front door.
  • Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift the lid.
  • The cat will rocket out of the toilet, streak through the bathroom, and run outside where he will dry himself off.
  • Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean.

Sincerely,

The Dog

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