Monday, June 18, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
10.) Competently discuss your retirement portfolio and investment strategy.
11.) Tell the people that matter that you love them.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
And for the rest of us, let's try to squeeze in a few extra situps here before beach season gets into full swing. I'm not advocating eating disorders or anything. I'm just saying.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Like most of us who watched the final episode of The Sopranos last night, I sat in a nervous knee jiggling state during those last 5 minutes. Don't Stop Believing pumping louder and louder to mimic the pounding in my chest. Incredible dread and anxiety building...but for no apparent reason. One by one the family enters, and we see a few shady characters sprinkled about.
I for one, thought it was a brilliant ending, and I think I have an explanation for what happened...but we'll get to that a little later.
I've been engaged in a tawdry Sunday night affair with The Sopranos since 1999, and with a final cut to black - it's over. No resolution - but that's the way it goes with affairs, things often don't get resolved. And maybe also in life - we don't always get resolution, just the next problem. For me, I wouldn't have it any other way - and I think it was a fitting ending for a show that has always existed on it's own terms.
The Sopranos, whether you watch it or not, has been praised by critics for the way it stretched the boundaries of TV, and defied what we expect from a TV show. And by boundaries I don't just mean guys getting brutally whacked and a heaping slop bucket of gore and skull fragments. The scope of the character development is unlike anything we've ever seen, or probably will for awhile.
Some people might be upset about the way things finished Sunday night. Not me, and hopefully not for people who really understand the arc of this show. What a crescendo writer David Chase built in that final scene! If I were a nail biter, they'd be down to the nubs. I can't recall a time when I've literally been more glued to my TV...watching each person enter that diner. And then more uneasiness as Meadow kept going back and forth with the car. Brilliantly building that scene...with Journey blaring in the background, creating a moment that you're just waiting to be shattered by a hail of gunfire. Tell me you didn't think back to The Godfather when you saw that guy enter the bathroom...'Come out firing. Just let your hand drop to your side, and let the gun slip out. ... In the head, two shots apiece..'
You know what else that ending accomplished? It lets the Soprano family live on...we just don't get to peek in anymore. Think back to that final episode of Friends. Rachel and Ross get together, I think Monica had a baby, everyone is happy and moving on. Puke. So much of TV and movies today is just spoon fed to us. Idiots like Al Gore feed us garbage like, "A tree is an important thing." We get treated like 6 year olds all the time - but not this show. For once a writer was really able to challenge an audience.
Here's what I think happened - I think we got whacked. We the audience got whacked. Remember when Bobby and Tony sat out on the boat? The prophetic words, "you wouldn't even know it had happened: everything would just go black." Dead people don't get to watch anymore. All goes dark, all goes silent. We the audience have been coasting along with this family for the better part of a decade, and then all of a sudden...
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Why is this so great? Because too often sports get sidetracked by bad calls, politics, egos, biases, free agency, and greed. Secretariat was immune from all of that. He just went out and ran, and was the best ever. A true athlete at the prime of his career.
That's why they call horse racing the sport of kings. Simply majestic.
Here's to all things beautiful.
Friday, June 8, 2007
First off, they had stocked probably 200 copies of Norbit - and EVERY copy was checked out. On top of that, there were people standing in front of the empty shelves saying, "Shoot. They're all out." Who are these people that rush home from work on Friday and say, "Shaniqua! Quick, git in the car. Norbit's out on DVD!" I pushed on down the aisle.
Next, I came across a man and his very pregnant wife; trying to decide on what movie to pick up for the evening. She's holding The Departed, which I immediately applaud and make a mental note that I find it personally satisfying when women pick out awesome movies like that. Then, this joker of a husband comes over all excited and says, "Honey, I really think we should go with this one" - as he flashes her Man of the Year. For those of you not familiar with Man of the Year - it's Robin Williams' latest movie. Didn't win any Oscars, needless to say. Here's the plot outline from imdb: "On a lark, the host of a late-night political talk show (Williams) decides to run for president. The thing is, he never expected to win." Gold Jerry. Gold. The Departed, on the other hand, won Best Picture at the Oscars this year.
Every corpuscle in my body wanted to reach out and slap this guy, and then slap him again for making my hand hurt. I've often said people fall into one of two categories of senses of humor:
1.) People who think Jay Leno is funny
2.) People I like to be around
My guess is this guy falls into category 1. What's worse, considering his wife is pregnant...someone wanted to sleep with the SOB.
I pushed on.
Last, I came across 2 sistas who were trying to decide between Stomp the Yard and Little Man (Wayans Brothers). That was the last straw, and I decided I needed to leave Blockbuster before I became infected with whatever was in the air.
I came home and put in The Departed and had a scotch.