The movies page is updated.
Though my little brother just alerted me to the fact that somewhere along the way, I uploaded some old “movies” graphic to the homepage. I’ll have to bring it back to the correct one. Poopies. Right now, I’m using my little sister’s laptop. It’s pretty funny. My little brother, his girlfriend and I are all sitting in the family room, watching “Law & Order: SVU”, with blankets covering our feet and laptops on our laps. Everyone is either coding or typing content for something.
As I may have mentioned, I’m re-reading “The Chronicles of Narnia”. When I read the dedication for “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”, I was rather touched and I’m not sure why there was this sudden emotional response to it. But here it is:
My Dear Lucy,
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand, a word you say, but I shall still be
your affectionate Godfather,
It almost had me choked up. Maybe it’s something hormonal, or due to incredible amounts of boredom and solitude this weekend, but it made me think about how much changes in terms of imagination and creativity from our childhood days through to adulthood. Even at the age of 18 or 19, I remember thinking how difficult it was to let my imagination run wild. It’s actually been a little better lately – and perhaps it has something to do with a general sense of greater happiness and well-being in my life – but things are still nowhere near where they used to be in my youth.
I love reading the books I enjoyed in my childhood now, though. They do serve as a sort of time machine. While I don’t remember where I was or what I was thinking when I read them originally, I feel blissfully unencumbered by my workaday “adult” worries and other things that get me down normally. Actually, that applies for all books, but childrens’ books have that effect more quickly. I think it might be because the books are written for minds with shorter attention spans that demand greater “pay-off” for the time spent reading. Something has to “happen” in each chapter or young minds will be bored senseless. That’s probably the reason that childrens’ books are great mindful distractions. I started writing this as a paragraph, but I think a list will work far better:
I’m sure there are others I’m not remembering right now, but I’ll leave it at this since I am having trouble concentrating while watching this MST3K since it’s rather funny and I keep laughing or chuckling. The line, “Tell me where your fish lives…” just had my giggling uncontrollably. As did the whole walnut farming theme, but I think you have to watch it to appreciate the loveliness. The robots and Mike Nelson just sang, “Come sit me with me, and Satan too, he’s your friend and mine” as the romantic leads in this movie walked along a brook and sat on a tree stump canoodling to bad 70’s harpsichord music. I can’t explain why it’s funny.