I could not wait to see this movie based on the cast: Jodie Foster, Kate Winslet, John C. Reilly, and Cristophe Waltz. All four have won my heart in one movie or another.
Although it is by no means a perfect film (unless you enjoy squirming at awkward situations), their performances do not disappoint, and?
It has the funniest. barfing. scene. ever.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Last to Know
We were watching the Golden Globes when Christopher Plummer won the first one for his role in Beginners. "What was that movie about?" Louise asked.
"A guy whose dad came out as gay after his mother died," I replied.
"Ewwwww!" Kyle interjected.
I frowned at him as he lounged in front of the fireplace, belly full of all the favorite foods I had prepared for his dinner. "Why would you say something like that here in my house?" I asked him.
"I thought this was Aunt Heidi's house," he said.
"It's my house, too," I said.
"Who pays the bills?" he asked.
"We both do," I told him. "We're partners. Do you know what that means?"
"Yeah," he said, "I get it."
"So you know why I might be offended when you say something like that?"
"Yeah. I shouldn't say something, even if I believe it, when you think something else if I'm in your house," he replied, more than a little grudgingly.
"Really?" I said. 'That's what you think we're talking about?"
He shrugged.
I took a deep breath. "Well, we're not. I'm saying that I'm offended when you say 'Ew" about someone being gay, because I'm gay."
"Oooh," he said. "Well, no one told me!"
"A guy whose dad came out as gay after his mother died," I replied.
"Ewwwww!" Kyle interjected.
I frowned at him as he lounged in front of the fireplace, belly full of all the favorite foods I had prepared for his dinner. "Why would you say something like that here in my house?" I asked him.
"I thought this was Aunt Heidi's house," he said.
"It's my house, too," I said.
"Who pays the bills?" he asked.
"We both do," I told him. "We're partners. Do you know what that means?"
"Yeah," he said, "I get it."
"So you know why I might be offended when you say something like that?"
"Yeah. I shouldn't say something, even if I believe it, when you think something else if I'm in your house," he replied, more than a little grudgingly.
"Really?" I said. 'That's what you think we're talking about?"
He shrugged.
I took a deep breath. "Well, we're not. I'm saying that I'm offended when you say 'Ew" about someone being gay, because I'm gay."
"Oooh," he said. "Well, no one told me!"
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Some More
All my life I have loved a fire; in fact, thirteen years ago, when I was in the market for a house, my only non-negotiable was that the property had a wood-burning fireplace. Since then, it has been a comfort and a delight on many a cold day, as well as entertainment on many a weekend with the nieces and nephews. For in addition to gathering pine cones and other things to burn, and then building and tending the blaze, we like to use the flames for a more practical purpose as well. Tonight, after a busy day, it was Kyle's turn to cook-- there were hot dogs and s'mores on the menu, and they were delicious.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Why Not?
I pulled up to a crowded restaurant this evening; with no parking in sight and a line at the door, I stopped to discharge my passengers do that they could get on the list while I parked. As luck would have it, a car right ahead of me on the street was pulling out, and so I paused a bit longer to wait for the space. At that moment, another car came around me on the left and stopped. Looking over, I saw it was a police cruiser and the driver was gesturing at me. Did he want me to move along? I pointed to the about-to-be-vacant space and nodded in explanation. He turned on his lights and gave me the whoop whoop. I rolled down my window. "I understand you want to park," he chided me, "but you can't just let your passengers out in the middle of the street."
"OK," I said, the darkness covering my knitted brows. He left and I parked, sill a bit confused about why he felt the need to confront me. What was the problem with what had happened? What law had been broken and who was it hurting?
The more I thought about it, the more annoying it was, until it occurred to me that this is how a lot of kids in school must feel. They are constantly be corrected for things they think are fine. No wonder they get so cranky.
"OK," I said, the darkness covering my knitted brows. He left and I parked, sill a bit confused about why he felt the need to confront me. What was the problem with what had happened? What law had been broken and who was it hurting?
The more I thought about it, the more annoying it was, until it occurred to me that this is how a lot of kids in school must feel. They are constantly be corrected for things they think are fine. No wonder they get so cranky.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Hey Girl!
That is how one of my students greeted me today when I ran into him in the cafeteria between classes. I laughed and even returned the fist bump, but then explained to him that it wasn't really an appropriate way to talk to your teacher. He looked abashed then shrugged. "I was just trying to make you feel young," he said with only a trace of malice.
"Thanks," I replied with more than a trace of irony.
"Thanks," I replied with more than a trace of irony.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
If Prince William Jumped off a Bridge, Would You Do it, Too?
Over the last two or three years, our school system has been edging its way toward a change in the way we schedule our classes in middle school. We have reached the point in the process where there is a pretty firm implementation date, (SY 2013-14) and a proposed schedule is being presented to stakeholders, but whether we do it has never been the question; it's always just been how to make this major change. Strangely enough, why hasn't been very thoroughly addressed either: every presentation I've attended has alluded to "the research" which is the basis of the proposed upheaval, but nothing definitive has been offered, beyond the fact that most of the surrounding jurisdictions do it.
Is that a good enough reason, Mom?
Is that a good enough reason, Mom?
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Dog Catcher
We're starting on memoir and to begin with we collect material by writing to open-ended prompts. Today my students wrote about an encounter they had with an animal. There were many memorable anecdotes, but the one that stays with me is about a boy chasing his errant pit bull down the street. Oh there was blood and mayhem to be sure, which was bad enough, but the most disturbing part was when a stranger pulled up in his car and offered to help. My student actually got in and went with him.
Ordinarily, I don't interrupt when kids are reading their work, but this was an exception. "What!" I said in shock. "You actually got in the car!?"
"What could I do?" he shrugged apologetically. "I couldn't lose my dog."
"But that guy was a stranger!" I said. "I understand about your dog, I do," and here I took a deep breath, "and obviously it worked out because here you are safe and sound," I paused again, "but--"
He interrupted me. "I had to," he said firmly. "Plus, I knew it would be okay. He had like six cages in the back of his car."
"Yeah! And they could have been for little boys chasing their dogs," the girl next to him said.
Ordinarily, I don't interrupt when kids are reading their work, but this was an exception. "What!" I said in shock. "You actually got in the car!?"
"What could I do?" he shrugged apologetically. "I couldn't lose my dog."
"But that guy was a stranger!" I said. "I understand about your dog, I do," and here I took a deep breath, "and obviously it worked out because here you are safe and sound," I paused again, "but--"
He interrupted me. "I had to," he said firmly. "Plus, I knew it would be okay. He had like six cages in the back of his car."
"Yeah! And they could have been for little boys chasing their dogs," the girl next to him said.
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