On the weekend I had a little Johnny Depp marathon and it got me thinking: which character of his do I like the best (ie: which one would I go on a date with? haha) I have a soft spot for Gilbert and Roux but right now, my heart is set on Sam from 'Benny & Joon'.
He's sweet, funny, knows a lot about old and cheesey movies, wears waistcoats and hats a la Chaplin, makes toasted cheese sandwiches on the ironing board....and of course, he's gorgeous. So I'm going with Sam... now if only I could win him in a poker game like Joon did.
Spring is almost here..shaking off that heavy winter coat, and brings with it the promise of more sunshine, longer days sitting outdoors and using my picnic rug during lunch breaks on the grass once again.
Payday is almost here, and I can't wait to go shopping for everyone back in Oz (i can't believe I will see them in 27 days!). I already have plans to scan all of my pre-digital photos to bring back with me to Londres, but right now all I can think about is seeing mama's face again, laughing with my dad, midnight chats with my brother and being knocked over by my two affectionate and wriggly Labradors.
Glee is almost here....2 weeks away; I've missed the kids at McKinley High and can't wait to see what they have in store for us.
The Globe Theatre season is almost here, and Robbie and I are going to be groundlings for every single play in their 'Kings & Rogues' line up, beloved Bard.
(T.S Eliot writes that 'April is the cruellest month' but I am going to prove him damn wrong!)
here is something that always makes me grin...maybe it will do the same for you:
I love this still from Bergman's 'sawdust and tinsel'...
for some reason it made me think back to MTC Cronin and her stunning poems, I had read some from 'beautiful, unfinished' and sighed, missing all my books back in Sydney; but here's a little nugget for you...
The Speciality of Love (On Relocating)
You go with someone, because you love them. What's the value of action? On its own? What is just plain? At one stage she left whole deep fried fish and five drop dead women who could talk for hours for a place of raving beauty and quiet like you only find in the palest iris. Our lives consist. It doesn't help that people recognize how noble we are, that pain, like skies, still overhangs us, enters our chests as soon as we part our lips to cry out against it. She knew, as soon as they moved, they were ruined and that the lyric of this would sustain their love long after the view had jaded each little antenna she had grown to detect the exquisite.
dear Sophie Calle,
some think you are crazy....but I get it.
I still think 'take care of yourself' isn't as bad as a one line letter ending with 'regards'. I should've passed it onto you, see what art you would have turned it into or at the very least, we could have laughed and shaken our heads together at it all.
here in this house i peel potatoes with a knife place wood into the fire plait a little girl's hair and focus on the layers of crumbling paint watch my thumb blister from the burns, arch my neck towards the mountains and wonder how you cope on your end with all the humidity