rollin' around

1) It's NBA Playoffs season, so I have a lot of husband free nights right now. Took the weekend to watch awesome films. 

Ralph Fiennes (at all things) but especially directing, is really starting to get me (looking at you Coriolanus). This films not perfect, but beautiful and intriguing, and about Dickens' secret life, I mean come on. Do you ever have a problem with really great historical figures leading crappy personal lives? Like every man alive having trouble keeping their pants zipped? (I'm looking especially at you Thomas Jefferson)...

and I watched Inside Llewyn Davis; also meandering,and all internal like. Solid, beautiful music, a few brilliant moments.

2) There was a threat letter sent out in San Antonio about some potential violence happening at an unidentified school here tomorrow, so let's pray for safety, and hope nothing goes down; glad I don't have any kids in school yet, or that I don't have to be a teacher on a day like tomorrow.

3) Bought these beauts on Ebay, so excited.

4) I threw a very informal seder for YW mutual activity last night. Made some rockin' charoset, it was awesome. I love the house of Judah, wish I was an LDS Jew. I like the idea of remembering our heritage a little bit more; and I love the haunting beauty, and heaviness of the memories and ritual that the Jewish faith carries. Shalom.

5) Brandon's growing a sweet mullet for the summer, I'm sure a full unveiling won't be until July. 

6) Shout out to all my homies reading in far flung places. It always makes me happy that after America, my blog has the most hits from Russia (haha, winning). And sometimes I have obscure hits; so hello to my lone reader in Azerbaijan. I hope you didn't have to pay like 10 manat at some internet cafe to read this crap post. 

XOXO,

O.

Lalalalalala

Oh Dear Me!!! I just found out about a little site called documentary heaven, I'm gunna go put on a new pair of pants now (that's how excited I am)!!! There was one doc I was looking for in particular, one that I saw when I was 16, and have never been able to forget. Years later, it was on Netflix, but was taken off before I watched it again. It's called THe Realms of the Unreal. It's about Henry Darger who wrote and illustrated, a 15,000 something page book about some crazy stuff. It's about a group of girls, and they find in these children armies against evil, etc. No one knew he had written them at all, he just kept to himself his whole life, and his neighbors found them right before he died. I would highly recommend it, stuff like this makes reality seem all the better.

Here's the trailer....dream on.

Losing

What is it that makes those certain moments, or people, in your life stick, long after their gone? Why is it that something small and insignificant can change the way you look at your dreams, and alter the flow of your memories? The way the sun filtered through the trees as a song playing in the car sinks into your heart, on a crisply warm autumn day. The feelings of regret that still linger on the back of the tongue from careless words that seem to have no consequence now. Why when we lose some things, they fade softly into the night, and others burn more vivid with each passing year. I've never been particularly good at keeping (or making) friends, but there are a few gone who I will always ask, "why? ". Why are you gone? Why do I still feel as connected to you as ever? Why were we brought together at all? Strange the things we learn in this life---and the people---the way we learn them. How often do we know how we truly affect the soul of another? Is it always mutual? I'd like to think it is; I'd like to think that even though our days have passed, a part of myself still burns in them with the same strength, like maybe our paths will cross again; perhaps our souls have more to learn from one another. I don't know why these glimpses of past catch at me, but I gather them up and horde them away. They're like dense, smooth stones I keep in my pockets, I rarely take them out, but like to run my fingers over them from time to time. I'd feel lost now without that little extra weight.