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Friday, April 23, 2004

Eternal Sunshine 

I love movies. I always have. I'm the type of guy who goes just for the sake of going. I mean, I sat through all of Jean Claude Van Damme as a "Cyborg".
It's not that I can't tell good movies from really bad ones. It's just that I like the bad ones, too.
Within the past few years, though, I've seen a number of really really good movies. Movies that challenge your mind and your bladder (if you're bad that way, like I am). Movies that surprise you by making you wonder, "who the hell thought this shit up??"
In particular, I've enjoyed:"Being John Malkovich," "Adaptation," "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind," and the new movie, "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind."
They all have one thing in common: They were all written by Charlie Kaufman.
If there's one thing you can expect from a Kaufman movie, it's that it's likely to be a bit weird. These are some of the most original ideas I've ever seen on screen. He even injects new life into the works of others. See "Adaptation" for the whole story.
So try and take some time to see Eternal Sunshine. Go when you're in the mood to pay attention to the motion picture experience. It's not very difficult, and it's well worth the effort.


Thursday, April 22, 2004


When Marc was about four years old, he'd talk about anything! (He still does.) We heard about his dreams, his feelings about TV shows, and his never-ending quest for the answers to all of life's unanswerable questions. The result was something like Art Linkletter's, "Kids Say the Darndest Things." We called them, "Marcisms." Alex says some darndest things, too, though not with Marc's frequency, when he was her age.
Tanya and I decided to record these quotes, as best we could. Since we were not always in a position to stop what we were doing to write down what he was saying, verbatim, we had to go from memory. Sometimes I'd add a little comment, after-the-fact. So keep in mind that these quotes are not so much exact quotes as they are "based on real events".
As you've undoubtedly noticed, I'm not very consistent about adding material to this weblog. Third Shift'll do that to a guy. So... when my mind is so numb that I can think of little to say, I'll post one or two of these little gems from our family's past. Let's start with one of Marc's earliest Marcisms:

The ghost and the Pie
Once I had a dream where we met a friendly ghost and he gave us some pie.
It was peanut butter pie. And then he gave us wine.
That was it.

To this day, I still wonder why a four year old would dream about wine and pie. I mean, it sounds good to me, but to a little kid????


Thursday, April 08, 2004

Who's Taking the Minutes? 

Two Tuesdays ago, it was my turn to pick the kids up from school. I picked up Alexandra first, as is my usual habit. She was a bit tired and agitated that afternoon, as is her usual habit. After belting her into her booster seat, I asked her what was wrong and started driving to Tamarac to pick up Marc.
"I forgot to tell Grandma. It's real important!" she cried. "We have to go to Grandma's because I got a meeting with Grandma and I forgot to tell her. We got to go. I got a meeting!"
I tried to calm her down. Not too successfully.
"Honey. You don't have meetings with Grandma. What are you talking about?"
"I got a meeting with Grandma. I forgot to tell her!"
So... on the way to Tamarac I had to break one of my own rules and give Grandma a call while I was driving. Alexandra insisted on talking to Grandma, herself. Of course, my mother had no idea what she'd been talking about until I explained it to her, myself... while trying not to laugh too hard at the idea of my little 6 (minus 59 days) year old daughter managing a business meeting.
Grandma was happy to oblige her, though. Especially since my sister Sue and her son Sam were eating dinner at Grandma's.
Me and the kids ate out and arrived just as Grandma, Sue, and Sam finished clearing the table.
Alex sat at the head of the table and paired us up. This meeting was going to be the boys against the girls, apparently. Our first assignment was to work in teams to write a poem. Alex provided the first line for the one Sam and I were to create. She provided two or three lines for Grandma and Sue.
Sue was pleased as she read out their poem, as was I as I read out the poem Sam and I had put together.
I can't remember the girls' poem but ours went something like this:
Roses are red.
Daisies are yellow.
My cousin Sam
Is a very nice fellow.
Unfortunately, the girls earned an A+ while we boys were granted a measly C+.
Our next task was to build a tower out of dominos. Sam built his own... lying flat on the table. Mine towered high and was pretty stable. Sue's never got more than 3 or 4 dominos high.
Madame Alexandra walked around the table an awarded Sue an A+, me a C+, and Sam an F+.
Notice any patterns? Could the boss be gender biased?
Math came next. "What's ten plus ten?"
I wrote down my answer: 100. This time, amazingly, I received an A+.

I guess it pays being Dad, sometimes. Heck. I think it brought my average up to a B-!


Wednesday, April 07, 2004

I'm Pooped 

It's 6:20 AM and I've just finished another exhausting "Dead Man's Shift" at work.
Pardon my recent lack of posts. I do have some things to say, I just don't have the energy to say any of it, right now!


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