old architecture. park benches. huge sentries of wood and leaf.
fountains beautifully designed. water splashing in the light.
these are things i love.
i’ve said london is my favorite city. and it always will be.
i’ve been there. i came to know it very briefly.
paris would have to be the next closest to my heart.
i don’t care if the parisians are notoriously rude.
i’m in love with their city. we have rude people too.
rude people have no monopoly! they are everywhere people are!
some people think that being a romantic is a sort of curse.
being a romantic of course . . . can have nothing at all to do with literal romance.
i’m a romantic. and i have no desire for romance. for good or bad or for whatever
reason the psychologists think is suppression . . . i had a great love. and it was enough.
he was with me for quite a long time and then he died. i want no one else.
but i do want to remain a romantic for all of my life.
it makes life infinitely more beautiful.
there are enough glaringly graphic black and white images in this world.
being a romantic is sort of like seeing the world in sepia.
in the rain. it’s walking in the rain.
really. wherever you are. but especially in paris.
paris was made for rain.
it’s the golden light reflected in the pavement. the sounds that are at once
hollow and magnified beyond all reason.
it’s a warmth in the heart that keeps you close even in the coolness of the rain.
it’s slowing down. it’s sipping a cup of fragrant tea in shelter from the rain.
but watching it fall. and watching the people. and feeling glad to be alive. here and now.
my mother spoke french.
she taught me to count in french to ten before i even learned it in english!
much i may say ~ to my father’s chagrin.
later she told me she would teach me french. but i declined. she said i might regret that.
and of course she was right.
i took spanish in high school. french was not offered that year as an option.
and you had to have a foreign language credit.
it’s the city i’m in love with. at least from afar. for i’ve never actually seen it.
from afar blemishes never show. you know that.
but i don’t care.
i’m a romantic.
so . . .
i was delighted with the film that woody allen wrote and directed . . .
“midnight in paris.”
if you haven’t seen it yet ~ i can highly recommend it.
especially if you’ve read the literature from the ‘lost generation.’
i’ve read them all. and of course have some favorites.
though some of my favorites weren’t included in this movie.
but many are . . . writers and artists of the era . . .
hemingway. scott and zelda fitzgerald.
the beautiful tragic scott.
that entire 20’s group . . . most all of them are in it.
such fun discovering them . . . as gil meets them!
salvador dali. picasso. man ray. gertrude stein.
it’s like walking into a living library!
it’s done with much style and elan and humour . . . just as you would expect.
and it’s amazing how he found actors who seem to BE the persona of these artists.
i recently re read his book on his life in paris called “a movable feast.”
he really was a narcissistic misogynist jerk. but oh could he put words together!
his “old man and the sea” is haunting.
spare and cutting to the bone.
if you’ve seen . . . “midnight in paris” . . . then you already know it’s about gil.
a young hollywood screenwriter that has written a novel and wants
to be a really serious writer.
he is engaged to a shallow materialistic social climber.
he’s there in paris with her and her parents ~ his future inlaws.
some hilarious scenes there.
he declines one night to go on with them and instead takes a walk.
he finds himself lost in the backstreets of paris.
at the stroke of midnight a taxi pulls up.
in it are scott and zelda fitzgerald.
he is transported back in time to their era.
his favorite. the 20’s. in paris.
he meets all of the lost generation of brilliants.
he meets a young artist’s model while he’s back in time.
they find themselves going even further back to belle epoch.
that is ‘her’ dream of the favorite time to be alive!
are you getting it?
we always perceive the other times as the best time!
i won’t spoil it for you if you haven’t seen it.
there are plot twists and turns.
i found it lovely. the music. the scenes. the delight of the literary characters.
it’s a romantic film in that it is beautifully made. like a painting in which you keep seeing
i came across the dvd of it on sale this week so i gifted myself!
i had seen it on the big screen when it first came out.
and i knew i’d want to see it again.
i watched it the night before i was invited to a movie that’s showing right now.
yes. the marine’s little grandsons are here for most of the summer.
they are my best boys.
as is their own dad of course. he’s still in Albuquerque.
he just made master sergeant. very proud of that guy.
my best boys invited me to go to the movie with them and grandad yesterday.
jacob has already burned off a huge owie on his left knee.
he was trying to do something on his scooter in the concrete skateboarding circle.
he’s our dare devil.
he said . . . “i cried tam. i didn’t want to but it just made me cry.”
i told him i understood. sometimes a man just has to cry. and it’s okay.
granddad would probably not have agreed with me.
it will just be jacob’s and my secret.
and yes! he has knee pads but he left them in albuquerque.
looks like another pair may be in order here.
he just turned 9 years old a week ago.
i asked him yesterday how he liked being 9 years old. did he feel any different yet?
“you know tammy … i don’t. i still feel like i’m 8. i even forget that i’m 9 now!
i hope my memory’s not going!”
jacob is quietly hilarious.
they invited me to see STAR TREK with them! it was an honor.
it is uncanny how the movie makers found actors whom actually resemble the originals.
( i know whom is correct. at least i think it is here. but don’t you just HATE whom? i do.)
of course it’s entirely about the future. i think the year is 2029.
not that far off actually! but i may be remembering it incorrectly.
maybe it said 2929.
my memory’s going doncha know.
they run all over the universe in this thing.
‘the u.s.s. enterprise.’
the special effects are staggering. and gorgeous. and unbelievably real.
i always think how my bob would love these movies.
he was the most well rounded man i’ve known as far as his tastes in life . . .
he enjoyed cerebral stuff ~ and bbc period pieces ~ and satirical comedy ~ and science fiction ~
you remember the post i did on cabbages and the hong kong harbor?
it’s in the side bar of previous posts.
it didn’t matter to him if it was corny. he delighted in people’s imaginations.
he was my silver haired trekkie. how i miss you my darling.
we would have seen this together.
of course it’s good versus evil.
this is evil personified. (played by a favorite actor of mine)
and here are . . .
the good guys!
beautiful young men!
why do they look like they’re only 13 years old to me?
uh. it must be me. LOL.
the enterprise is a breathtakingly beautiful and HUGE space craft.
and no doubt will someday become a true reality.
that’s the thing about science fiction. it sometimes mirrors the future.
i think it’s an entertainingly genius way of acclimating the younger generations
to the coming future.
maybe a future of flying around the universe in enterprise ships!
this young man did some very good acting in this movie.
actually . . . i think they all did.
there were some interesting plot twists and the dialogue spoofed itself on occasion
which was fun when you caught it.
so . . .
what is this rambling AS ALWAYS TOO LONG post about?
are you even still WITH ME old bean? LOL.
darned if i know.
i think it’s about enjoying the time you’re living in now.
but having fun visiting the times you’d like.
whether it’s paris in the 20’s . . .
don’t forget paris in the rain old bean.
we can meet at a little sidewalk café . . .
bistro music is playing . . . or
the ghost of cole porter can be heard at the piano . . .
maybe that’s a little more rain than i’m picturing! LOLOL.
actually that’s the kind of storm that’s awaiting my part of the country again
in just a few hours.
if you’d prefer . . .
always think ahead . . .
“warp speed mr spock. warp speed.”
til soon old bean.
til then . . . “live long and prosper!”