Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Still Living

Busy, busy, busy. And my wife has jury duty the next two weeks. Oh Lord, please let everyone settle out of court or request a trial by judge.

Finished Somethings Gotta Give movie. It was good, but not great. Although I often change my review of a movie after seeing it a second time. Nicholson was great. Keaton annoyed me the way they tried to capture "how wonderful she is" at 50 something, as compared to her beautiful but disconnected daughter. I found myself more interested in the aunt played by Frances McDormand. Keanu Reeves also didn't convince me as a prize catch. Jack was way more interesting.

Also finished The Life of Pi book by Yann Martel. It was tagged as a bestselling novel that explored religion. It was well-written enough to keep me reading the first 300 pages, but I was more engaged in the character than any understanding about religion. Until chapter 99, which ripped out my windpipe. That was the end of the book at chapter 100. I feel like I need to reread the book. He did a good job of giving you a mythic structure of how he would look at religion and then you would need to take the rest of his myth and decide what exactly that means. Not sure if I will spend any more time on it or not.

Surprised myself by getting caught up in Monster Garage last night. They took a semi truck, ripped it apart and made a Trike motorcycle with a semi engine. It wasn't just the mechanics of it (which would typically not interest me), it was the way they told the story that captured me. Good video.

It amazes me how little I care about the NBA finals. I watched a bit of it. I did see Kobe's three that tied the game and gave the Lakers the chance to win. It was an AMAZING shot. But all I see is the emptiness behind Kobe and Shaq's eyes. Coach Jackson intrigues me but not enough. He isn't using his spark to fill the emptiness behind his player's eyes (maybe some, but not enough). He is using his spark to win a championship. This isn't a grand statement about the Lakers, more of a reflection on how it strikes me and doesn't interest me as much as it used to.

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