Anne Hathaway could well be in the running for an Academy Award for her work in Love & Other Drugs. At least she should get some sort of award for allowing herself to be photographed with dirty soles. It was definitely in keeping with the character, but what a surprise!
Sphere: Related ContentAn acquaintance recently responded to a condolences email by noting the death of a mother-in-law by writing that, since the woman had been bedridden and under constant nursing care for five years, her passing was a “blessing.”
My father’s response, in private, to someone who had said my mother “was better off” after her death from effects of Parkinson’s disease was “How can she be better off? She’s dead.”
It’s somehow, (or obviously), easier to pass the blessings and better offs over to the deceased than to admit that the survivors are the ones who benefit from a final moment of life, not the dead.
How we do manipulate the language to avoid saying what we mean.
Sphere: Related ContentIs there any thing sadder than watching Fred Thompson shill for reverse mortgages?
50 years ago today I cast my first vote in a presidential election—for John F. Kennedy.
Two senators, two vastly different men.
Tempus fugit.
Sphere: Related ContentIsn’t it cute how NPR’s Morning Edition, after saying something like, “Cokie Roberts, who joins us every Monday morning,” now announces that Ms Roberts joins the ME hosts “most” Monday mornings.
Years of “No, she doesn’t, Gang” have ended.
Phew.
Sphere: Related ContentIt’s rather like watching the mileage meter on your car’s dashboard rolling a series of zeroes after a string of nines. 49999.9 magically becomes 50000.0 slowly and with measured grace.
Today, November 1, 2010, will be marked, in the European Union at least, by zeroes and ones presented in various forms—01.11.10; 01/11/10; and 01-11-10.
What fun.
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