Lent

Today is Ash Wednesday and first day of Lent.  I had planned on writing about Lent and talk about being a Catholic but something interesting happened at Mass today which made me change my mind.

I will say instead of giving up something I plan on writing everyday for these 40 days.  Some of it you will see and some you won't.  This is very intimidating and will show more resolve and strength than anything I could possibly give up.  Well, maybe TV would be harder but we all know that's not happening.

I'm hoping in these 40 days somewhere will come the idea for the short film I would like to do this year and hopefully this will start the habit of writing daily that I have wanted to do for so long.  If you had a question on Family Feud that was "Advice writers give on being a writer"  the number one answer would be to write everyday.  Sounds so easy doesn't it.  Wanna be a writer?  Well... write something.  It has taken me years and probably decades to finally take this advice.

I just remembered that one year ago I made this same vow to write everyday for Lent.  I made it one day.  I just read it and it's very depressing.   I realize I'm in the same space and still haven't changed.  Today has to be that day.  Tomorrow has to be that day.  The day after that has to be that day.  Forty days from now has to be that day.

Matthew 6:1-6, 16-18

Whitney

What a difference a day makes.  Yesterday I had planned on writing about how I finally got the new iPhone 4s and how it caused me not to write about anything because I've been playing on it constantly since Friday.  Alas, here I am listening to Whitney Houston wondering what should I say.

We has such an old fascination with celebrities, we love them and adore them but more than that we love to hate them and tear them down.  Surrounding all the facebook and tweets yesterday of people saying Whitney died were people making jokes, madly asking why are we surprised and stuff about being a drug addict.  Weird how this always happens.  We saw it with Michael, Steve Jobs, now Whitney.  Never get how people attack others for talking about events like this.  No matter how you feel about that person, to others it may be a big deal and if they feel the need to speak about it and what better place than social media?  I am sure tomorrow we will all go back to posting about what we eat and what the kids just did.

Whitney had her issues but now that she has left us shouldn't we praise her achievements and not her failures?  The truth is she was an amazing singer and could be the best pure singer to ever get behind a microphone. 

Who doesn't remember her Star Spangled Banner?  We all now compare everyone to her and nobody hardly ever comes close.  That was the best the Star Spangled Banner has ever sounded, and I'm sure many of us remember her singing it before the Super Bowl in that American jacket and ribbon in her head.  Hey!  Who remembers who played in that Super Bowl? 


Greatest Love of All was one of my favorite songs as a kid and remember singing it often.   If it wasn't for Whitney Houston I wouldn't know that one of my Grandmother's favorite songs was I Will Always Love You and used to sing it to my mom all the time.  I don't have many memories of my Grandmother but I now tear up every time I hear that song because of that little fact.

She brought so much joy to people's lives and her music will live on not the unfortunate turn her life took. 

Plus you always have to admire someone who went out there and achieved her dreams and became the best at it.  How many of us can say that?  As a person still searching for that dream I know I can't.

If nothing else you should at least be reminded of how short this life is and you have to make the best of it.  Go out there and enjoy your time with friends and family.  Sing your favorite songs loudly and proudly.  Praise people instead of bash them and enjoy them for the short time that we have them.

Super Bowl Sunday

I am sure right now most people are traveling to, getting ready for, standing in line, holding a table for a Super Bowl Party.  Me, I'm sitting in my house by myself listening to the dryer/dish washer typing this blog for two reasons.  One: I have challenged myself it write a blog few times a week.  Two: Figure out why I hate Super Bowl parties. 

I love football.  Favorite times of year are ECU Pirate football on Saturday and Dolphins/Panthers football on Sundays.  I grew up watching football and playing it on the streets of Arran Lake.  While most people learn football from their fathers, I learned from my mom.  My dad enjoys football and watches a lot of it, but my mom loves it.  I grew up listening to the stories of them at football games and some lady screaming how much she hated Joe Namath and when he got hurt and was carried out, the same lady screaming "we love you Joe".  The stories of when they lived in Washington DC area and people cussing them out because of the Dolphins license plates.  The countless stories of the 1972 team and how the 1973 team was better. I could go on and on.

While at lunch today Jenn was going though the Super Bowl games to see if I could name which teams they were (I did really bad.  How is it that I remember Kansas City was in first Super Bowl and not Green Bay? WTF)  As she went on I remembered the first Super Bowl I really remember watching 1991 Giants-Bills where Giants won with a field goal.  I remember Mom, Joe and I screaming like we were Giants fans for 10 years.  I remember the next day when teacher ask who won and how I was the one who answered the question.  Not sure why I remember that one and not the year before or after. 

First year of college I went to first Super Bowl party and everyone was excited we are going to eat, drink and watch football.  I remember sitting though the game bored.  Nobody cared about the game but how dare you talk during a commercial.  Figured it was the people I was with.  Every year was the same and many I don't really remember.  There was the Titans almost come back where my friend Rhett missed it because he left to drive home early.  There was the first Patriots SB where I actually went for them (only if I knew what was to come) because I was sick of hearing how great the Rams were.  The Carolina SB which was fun because I was at my brothers with best friend Tony and people cared about the game.  But I do remember talking to my mom about that Titans Super Bowl and standing outside of Aycock dorm trying to figure out why we are going to actually cheer for the Patriots and all the convos after the game.

For the most part for the last 15 years I have watched Super Bowl with people that don't care about watching the game. They care about all the food, drinking, commercials, catching up with friends, etc, etc.  Me I just wanna watch the game and don't wanna be bothered with everything else....

Unless that person who wants to have that Super Bowl party is my mom because that is the only Super Bowl party worth having and if I don't do that rather stay home and yell and scream at the TV in peace.

Now you may be asking yourself, "umm hey dummy what don't you just go home for the Super Bowls?" 

That's a good question and my answer is that I'm an idiot and two, until today when I decided I needed to write about something and struggled to figure out what to write about I didn't realize what my Super Bowls have been missing.

The Artist

Saw an incredible movie today that has potential to be one of my favorite movies of all time.

It was so brilliant in so many different ways.  Great acting, characters you will fall in love with, music that really should be in the top billing as a character in the movie, dialog....

well... there is no dialog,

and to see it on a big widescreen screen in full color...

well it's in black and white not in widescreen.

This movie is The Artist and is a story about a silent film actor from late 20's.  When you say it's a silent black and white film I can see how that may turn you off but trust me it works and you will reach a point where you don't miss the dialog.  People always talk about no original ideas in movies and in a sense this isn't an original idea either because it's basically a silent film from the 20's, it just done to perfection.  There are so many scenes I wanna talk about but I don't want to spoil it for you, go in without knowing more than I've already said.  I will say that I love the sound of a film projector and with this movie it added that extra layer to it that I will definitely miss when I watch it in my living room.

If you are still on the fence: the dog in this movie should have been nominated for best supporting actor.

 Really hope you seek out this movie and that you will enjoy it as much as I did, plus as a bonus when it wins best picture at the Oscars you can say you actually saw it (admit it you never see the best picture winner).