Million Dollar Baby

Saw Million Dollar Baby today. What a great, great movie. Boxing lends itself to life metaphors more than any other sport. Eastwood, Swank, and Freeman all excel. Swank is a shiny diamond in the rough.

The scenes with Eastwood and the priest were priceless.

Sniffles abounded and a dabs of moisture found its way onto my eyes on occasion as well.

Eastwood astounds in his autumn years.


The Passion of the Christ

Watched The Passion of The Christ. Movies of this nature are so deeply personal that any attempt to quantify one’s reaction is an exercise in futility.

My position when I heard about the movie has not changed. To focus on one event in a spectrum of so many others diminishes it. Without the context to place the sacrifice made, the movie does not allow for the proper perspective.

Regardless, it is something I will ever forget.

Cue James Brown – I Feel Good!

My first column ran with yesterday’s Cemetery Dance weekly newsletter. Quite a rush. Brian Freeman is allowing a bunch of us to submit reviews of anything we want and in any format we want. There are no guarantees anything we write will make it into the newsletter. So no expectations and no promises. Could anyone ask for a better relationship – work or personal? Now I have the carrot of writing something in an eyecatching enough way to get me into a regular writing routine. I am very grateful to be even a small part of the venerable and respected Cemetery Dance group.

BTW – my first contribution was a review of the ABC TV series – Lost. Hope it piques curiousity for the uninitiated and is received kindly by those that bother to read the whole thing.

Sent in my second contribution and am starting work on third. My goal – one column a week. It will not be easy but it is a good discipline building goal. If I stick to reviewing movies, TV shows, etc I should be able to make it. The real crunch will be trying to sneak in the occasional book review.

Ah well, it is a predicament I am happy to be dealing with.

Synchronicity Again!

What can turn an ordeal like a root canal into a thing of joy? A snowstorm! Because of that bad weather, my eight am appointment did not start until nine. Instead of being finished at ten I was finished at eleven.

Where’s the good news in all of that? Well I live in Ajax a small city 25 miles east of Toronto. If any of you know the area you know the east/west route for travel is limited to one major highway – the 401. Traffic volume is so bad that if someone were to spit out of a car window, traffic will grind to a halt. So a half decent snowstorm turns a forty-five minute drive into a three hour trek!

The endodontist who did my root canal was further east from my home in Whitby. So my first foray out into the snow was against traffic and took maybe five minutes longer than normal. Of course, when I got there the endodontist was late by an hour so I got to read a couple more of Jack Ketchum’s short stories in his colleciton entitled – Peaceable Kingdom while I waited. When I was done at eleven, the worst of the traffic was still on the highway so I took an alternate route home, stopping off to get some anti-inflammatories, the first which I needed to take right away.

By noon, the prescription was filled and I went home to call into work to explain my delay. At work I was told that the drive time was around the three to four mark. We mutually agreed that there was no sense in coming for the afternoon.

Beautiful! I love when a plan comes together!


Cold is relative. If you are in Florida, where my parents retreat every winter, 40F seems cold.

If you live up here in Canada, it was fricking -32C last night! My truck groaned like an old drunk when I turned the engine over. I can flick off minus temperatures until it goes down into the double digits. This morning surpassed my abilities. Brrr!


He who would leap high must take a long run.


Do not assume there are no crocodiles just because the water is calm.