I love this piece. I’ll write more about it later – I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit – just wanted to link to it in the meantime.
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Wow. Wow. Great writing.
Also- what a terriffic idea for a post.
Alex – I know, right? I’ve been trying to think of a movie like that for me – when I first felt understood. Does one come to mind for you?
ILOVE the comment about “Close Encounters” and how she had to paint the lunchbox black! Ha hahah!
Um… could ya give some of us squeamish men a little warning next time? On the positive side, I guess I learned some things (despite the fact that I’ve tried to avoid such things for over 40 years).
Beth – I know!!! hahahaha
JFH – I don’t give warnings, sorry. It didn’t freak me out so there’s no need to warn anyone. You’re on your own.
Beth – I remember also being a wee bit freaked out by the aliens in Close Encounters … my friend shannon and I referred to them as “bony big-heads” and we knew they were benign but they were scary to us nonetheless!
LOL, Shiela
Sorry, I should know better… It still doesn’t mean that I’m gonna discuss your link with my wife, however…
JFH – hahahahahaha Of course not!!!
…I’ve also noticed I misspell your name when I’ve had too much to drink… Sorry for that too…
Are you drunk right now??? I’m jealous!
Beth – isn;’t it so hysterical too how she remembers the first and last name of the kid with the lunch box? Don’t we always remember those people’s full names? Anthony Mangini had to paint his lunchbox black so SHE wouldn’t flip out. hahahahahahaha
And the principal was bald! He was a “bony big-head” himself! Terrifying!
Are you drunk right now??? I’m jealous!
Don’t be in a Boston hotel room, working on a presentation, all by myself without my wife and kids (Duh?! “All by myself” implies the prepositional phrase… see you can I’m inebriated as I over-analyze my lack of liguistic acumen… This WORK of me, y’all! While most of you can pump out a well written paragraph in a few mintues, it takes me 5 minutes to draft a coherent sentence… So you can imagine how far I’ve gotten with my presentation… Okay, now I’m just stalling ‘cus I really don’t want to get back to writing this presentation… uh, maybe I’m coming down with a fever, the kind that makes me have to stay in the hotel room bed and not have to make the presentation… Oh, who am I kidding, I’ll just stay up until 3 in the morning finishing what I should have finished by 10 if I could write… in an efficient manner…in a coherent fashion… while drinking heavily… and not rely on elipses as a “humorous” literary device)
Thanks for all the comments about my post :)
BTW- I still feel bad about Anthony Mangini, and he ended up being the only boy invited to my birthday party that year because I was filled with guilt every time I saw his black mailbox. I even remember the way that the paint didn’t totally adhere to the metal. And this was almost 30 years ago… good golly.
Cheers!
Cabaret..was the movie that i first felt understood…weird..i know..but i was fifteen..i felt like there was someone (Fosse? Liza? not sure..but someone)…and then lots of people (the rest of the people in the audience) who understood my aesthetic…music and irony and the fluidity of sexuality and the need to create a life for urself that was bigger and above the actual one u are living..it was like all my fantasies and fears were on that screen at RI College and i was not alone anymore.
Cabaret….ooooh….good one Mitchell. I get that. I totally get that.
I know what my movie is, but I really wanna save up what I think for a post of my own.
GREAT thread Sheila!!!!!!!!!
Annie – ha!!!
Thanks for the great post!
Mitchell – awesome comment. I can so see that.
I’m trying to think of what mine is … I know I’ve seen a couple RECENTLY (as in, the last 10 years) where I felt understood, like: That. That is me. That is how I see life. That is how I experience things.
But I’m trying to go further back in my memory.
Poor Anthony and the peeling lunchbox. I can just see how the 3-D Bony Big Head is still visual underneath the black paint, just THERE, waiting to get you, and taunting Anthony Mangini with their being there, yet NOT being there. PS Why didn’t Mrs. Mangini buy him a new lunchbox? That was kinda cruel of her to taunt him with that black piece of crap. PPS Rodney Macamaux scared the shit out of me in third grade. He was as big as a six grader and was prone to violent outbursts and would throw desks. He always ate Slim Jims for snack. I still won’t look at a Slim Jim the same way.