Thomas , David, & Melanie were raving about the movie Where the Wild Things Are . So last night I went to the movies all by myself, for the first time ever, I think. For those of you that are not familiar, Where the Wild Things Are is a well loved children's picture book by Maurice Sendak. The book is certainly less than 100 words long, and so Max and The Wild Things are not given their full personalities by literature alone. The pictures, and what your imagination does with them, fill in the gaps and reach places that words cannot. I was really curious as to how writers Spike Jonze and David Eggers were going to go about stretching this short book into a movie. Especially a book that wasn't theirs. Not one of The Wild Things in the book says anything that isn't in unison with the other Wild Things. I would be terrified to expand on a character that was another writer's vision with only illustrations to go by. And they had to create several in addition to fleshing...
I love the water. I used to think it was just the ocean, but since moving very near to the Potomac, I have realized I am not just a saltwater fish. I commute using the George Washington Memorial Parkway which follows the river and is actually a National Park. I am so in love with the river that I have nearly run off the road on several occasions because the river is distracting me. Reagan National Airport is along the Parkway and there are train tracks that run along side it and cross it at one point. I consider it a perfect trifecta if during one trip I see a plane, a train and a boat. It makes me so incredibly satiated when this happens. All of those people, going somewhere else. So many ways to go. So many places. This was taken today at Gravelly Point . Parts of the river are frozen with fresh snow on top. Aside from a couple of taxis waiting for calls from the airport, and many seagulls, I was alone. I know it's freezing, and the wind along the river ta...
Once upon a time it started Girl was sad and broken-hearted If she jumped, would this boy be there? With her he would go anywhere Eyes so blue, hair like a raven For awhile you were my haven With your hand cradling my head Your stories soothe my heart to bed Then I see some trouble deeper Breathing life into the sleeper You've sold me on the art you paint I kill myself to be your saint I'm showing you were we would go A place better than we could know Just shine! You'll be much more than good Just be the man you know you could You don't want to be saved, do you? I try so hard to rescue you And how do you show you love me A boulder placed on top of me As my heart slows down it's beating You ask me if I'm still breathing I answer yes, you look away "Then we have time," is all you say You disregard my every tear You mock my pain, you fuel my fear All your promises recanted How am I not disenchanted? When your final blow ...
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