I just finished watching "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty." Such a grand old film. It is filled with wonderful exchanges such as:
"Why don't you like me?"
"Because you tried to push me out of a window!"
And sentences like this:
"Nobody looks as much like you as you do!"
"Are you sure you didn't come to my office yesterday and try to push me out of a window?"
Anyway, if you click the title you can go see for yourself. It's a fun movie with a very clever use of humor. Old movies are often more humorous than new ones. You may not think so, that's just because you have either an unrefined sense of humor, or you lost it somewhere. I will allow you to figure out which.
Introducing: a change of colors for more serious talk.
I have not kept up on the news lately. But the Schiavo case is really intense right now. That's about all I know. Congress was in session on Palm Sunday. I hope nothing important happens while I am too busy to notice. I would feel like an idiot.
This past weekend I was in Texas with the rest of the debate team. I might get some photos from that up after I get back to school. It was a good time. I learned to appreciate many of the guys whom I have spent a lot of time with and never really talked to. I like to look around and see people for who they really are. It is good to take people for who they are and try to understand them. Sometimes you have to stick up for yourself or your views, but that's okay, because everyone else respects that. I think the strangest experience of the weekend is in the fact that I learned to appreciate my friend Eric. I thought for the longest time that he and I could never get along. Now we're close to being good friends.
People are so interesting. The characters and personalities you meet out there. They are irreplaceable. They are dynamic. If they have no personality then they're dull. But my school is full of characters. I have begun to pay closer attention to the people I hang out with. They are a startling tapestry of individuality. Sometimes the tapestry makes no sense, sometimes the colors are all wrong. But most of the time they blend together in a fun way and make life worth living. Some Russian authors attempted to bring out the characters within their books with lengthy intensity. Those are often called "psychological novels." The interesting thing about real life is that it can be like a Russian novel if you take the time to study the people around you. (Note: I am not referring to the fact that the people in Russian novels always die alone, destitute, cold, in the rain, out on the street, without any friends . . . just to the characterization.) Here is a message to my friends, in the words of Miguel from "The Road to El Dorado" (played by Kenneth Branagh) "You make my life rich."
Dude, it's all about the people.