Leaving my apartment this morning, while locking the door, I observed and recognized for the first time that there is only one lock, a bolt, protecting me from the world; two actually, another bolt, if you include the door to enter my apartment building.  I was thinking, given there’s a potential mugger on every street corner and an awaiting rapist ( Read more... )

Dear life:
I am alive, but I have forgotten how to dance.
--Gav

Before I die, I hope to see three films made:

1. Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon, which should be an HBO mini-series.
2. The Donner Party, which should be a quiet yet a brutally honest film, and it should also be ‘character’ driven.
3. Along the lines of Schindler’s List, a three hour epic film called, The Trail of Broken Tears.  There should be two parallel ( Read more... )

It’s either due to age or having too much “fun” in my youth - it may even be mild, barely discernible stokes while I sleep - but I’m increasingly becoming forgetful. I forget names and words and my recall is, at best, delayed. I think slower but maybe I’ve just become more ‘meditative,’ but who knows. Nonetheless, I’m concerned. Therefore, I have ( Read more... )

In reference to catching a taxi late at night in the middle of no where, the best sentence in the book begins Chapter 116: “I didn’t know where 7, Avenue Elisee-Reclus was, and I didn’t dare ask the driver, because anyone who takes a taxi at that hour either is heading for his own home or is a murderer at the very least;”(560) but its theme, ( Read more... )

With increasing use of sensors that open doors electronically when you approach, the days of opening and holding doors open for little old ladies are coming to an end. Similarly, revolving doors have the same electronic sensory device that allows them to rotate electronically, rather than manually, as you approach. The revolving "e-door," I will ( Read more... )

Like a Kangaroo’s tail, I always carry a book to keep me balanced, literally and figuratively; and, to what end, I have no clue, but I constantly highlight or make note of what appear like important passages. For instance, on hope ( Read more... )

I’ve decided to model my walk after Briony in Atonement as it is increasingly becoming one of my favourite films, right up there with - in no particular order - Howard’s End, The Remains of the Day, Sense & Sensibility and The English Patient.

It starts off with a mother and father returning home from visiting their daughter in the hospital. During dinner that night, the father dies form a massive coronary. And then the daughter dies. Thus begins Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking - one of ten books I received Christmas 2007 and the first one I’m reading. I discovered Joan ( Read more... )

It took a month and eleven days of reflection, but I've come to the conclusion that my greatest discovery for 2007 is learning that Andrea Bocelli is blind