I just heard this - so sad.
He was one of the greats...
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i suppose its only fitting, given my assumed name on this forum, that i should be the one to post this.. miller was the pulitzer prize winning author of 'death of a salesman'' which is a poignant tale of a man hanging on to a way of life long after it died, much the same way i stayed in "the truth" for at least 10 years after i realized it wasn't.. here's a link to the news story, fyi:.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6953165/?gt1=6190.
I just heard this - so sad.
He was one of the greats...
i was just in hippi's "i'm back" thread and he can't come up with a story.
the story can be about anything.
it can be true or completely made up.
Last night I was out late. I went to Perkins for hot
chocolate. It was cold and I couldn't sleep. I had just
been in a fight with my parents.
The couple in the booth behind me were talking. I wasn't
trying to listen, I was trying to read my book, but my ears
couldn't help themselves.
"I don't want to be a statistic" was all she muttered.
I could see their reflection in the window before me.
They looked young. My age if maybe a couple years older or
younger. I couldn't see his face, but her face was sad and
flicking between long stares at him and even longer stares
into the carpet on the floor.
"Well what do you want" he said after a long pause.
"I want you to stop being condesending. You're so damn
cynical."
I am a very cynical person myself. I pride myself on
sarcasm. She was calling my character into question by
accusing his own. I wanted to leap from my booth and
say, "what's wrong with that? Why is cynical bad? Being
fucking Betty Crocker and hoping rainbows continually shoot
out your ass isn't all it's cracked up to be."
Instead I slunk lower in my booth. Ashamed of myself for
listening in on what was obviously a private conversation.
I went back to my book. I read the same paragraph four
times. Each time it made less sense than it did the time
before.
Is this marriage?
Her voice was without rage. She spat a few words at
him, but she was not hysterical. I pictured myself in the
same situation rocking back and forth and sucking my thumb,
but she seemed to be handling it all with a calm resolve. I
admired, envied, and pittied her all at once.
His voice was deep but soft. Inaudible most of the time.
I could just hear a deep rumbling behind me when he did
talk. He ordered cheesecake and was silent most of the time.
"What? Are you just going to sit there? You know we
could have stayed at home and I could have stared at you
there" Aside from the explosive "what", again her voice was
icy and withdrawn.
Is this the tone of failure?
"I dunno what you want"
"You're not the man I fell in love with. Or rather the
boy who used to sit across from me."
This struck me as a bit dramatic. This woman was
obviously near my age and yet I constantly refer to myself
as a girl. Perhaps he was still a boy. Peter Pan? Perhaps
she wanted him to grow up.
"I thought I would marry a man I would have deep
conversations with...I thought I would be with someone who
could think up romantic get-aways on his own"
These words hit my eardrums and fell into my lap. That's
what I have always envisioned. The fairytale soulmate of
hollywood and hallmark invention. He knows what your
thinking, you stay up late into the evening talking about
the meaning of life, and you have wrestling matches teamed
with cuddle sessions in the mountain top getaway he
surprised you with at work by sending you flowers and a
note. Perhaps she and I are the ones who need to grow up?
Does this mean "I do" doesn't translate into "and they
lived happily ever after"?
"You hated the time we went camping. I was embarassed. I
mean you say you're not a girl who needs much, but you
obviously can't rough it. I had to listen to you whine all
weekend about how gross it was"
Their blue black silouhettes in the window glass sat
motionless. She refused to meet his stare.
"We could take the bikes...hit the state parks. We could
just take off. Friday, saturday, sunday, monday. It'd be
fun."
"I can't take that much time off" She said as an
exasperated moan.
"We'll leave friday night and come home sunday night
then"
"You don't get it..."
"...No I don't" He didn't say it with anger. There was
no biting displeasure. There was no hurt in his voice, nor
any passion. It was just stated as a matter of fact.
Apparantly neither of them got each other.
Does anyone get anybody?
Maybe this is what you get when you marry a beautiful
girl. She has been treated like a princess all her life and
expects her husband to become Ken. She wants to be wisked
off in a pink convertible to a stable by sea so they can
ride their horses Nightshade, and Dreamwalker on the
moonlit beach.
Maybe this is what you get when your a good looking guy
and your brain just isn't wired into that hollywood romance.
I've made up my mind. It's better to marry the ugly.
Ugly girls have never had romance and don't expect it. Ugly
guys have never had an opportunity to be in love and go all
out to flex their romantic muscle. Ugly people cling to
whatever whisp of affection wafts past them.
I always thought I would be happy if I could just be in
a stable relationship. I could show someone how big my
heart is, and life would be rainbows and bubblegum. I
always thought if I could just get married I would be
happy. To have someone by my side in sickness and in
health. It doesn't work that way though.
The waitress brought me my change. I slipped my recipt
into my book as a bookmark. That same paragraph still not
comprehended. Much more of my life was incomprehensible as
well.
I wrote this one a while ago...it was the only thing to post on such short notice, but if anyone liked it I can compose something else tonight.
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i hope no one else has posted this (i tried to search, but kept getting an error message).
http://hub.noblehost.com/modules.php?name=movie_game
Fun!
I want more...lol.
In that DVD game Scene It - that is ALWAYS my least favorite catergory.
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i hope no one else has posted this (i tried to search, but kept getting an error message).
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Holy Crap - I give up trying to keep up with you people...lol
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i hope no one else has posted this (i tried to search, but kept getting an error message).
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1. Dead Poet's Society
2. Unforgiven
3.
4.
5. My Girl
6. The Adventures of Baron Munchausen
7.
8. Sleepless in Seattle
9. Full Metal Jacket
10. Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back
11. Lawrence of Arabia
12 Gremlins
13. Waiting for Guffman
14. Do the Right Thing
15. Saturday Night Fever
16. Field of dreams
17.
18. Pulp Fiction
19.
20. I am Sam
21. Ransom
22.
23. Lost in America
24. The Fugitive
25. Mr Deeds
26 Misery
27
28. The Blair Witch Project
29. Eyes Wide Shut
30. Hellraiser
31. A Christmas Story
32. Good Will Hunting
33. Forrest Gump
34. Office Space
35. Caddyshack
36. Crossroads
37. The Fisher King
38. Shrek
39. Four Weddings and a Funeral
40. Swingers
41 Broadcast News
42. The Cable Guy
43. Porky's
44. Panic Room
45
46 Trading Spaces
47. The Matrix
48
49. Scream
50
51. Grease
52. Top Secret
53. Naked Gun
54 Changing Lanes
55. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
56. Bachelor Party
57
58. American Beauty
59. The Fast and the Furious
60. One who flew over the Cuckoo's Nest
61. Schindler's List
62. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
63. Jerry Macguire
64. Very Bad Things
65. Deliverance
66. The Waterboy
67. The Full Monty
68. The Break Fast Club
69 Wet Hot American Summer
70. White Men Can't Jump
71. Sleepy Hollow
72. Godzilla
(My answers mixed in with the other ones)
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i hope no one else has posted this (i tried to search, but kept getting an error message).
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I got 38...I am freaking impressed with myself...lol
noun: a shared on-line journal where people can post diary entries about their personal experiences and hobbies.
reality: digital chewing gum, where millions upon millions of teenagers and middle-aged teenagers with fetid mucous for brains post completely ignorable and depressingly petty details of their sad and boring little lives.. action : put into same category as regis and kelly, slit wrists and never read again.. prophecy : ten years for now everybody in the world under twenty-five will have a blog and snore their entire lives away posting drivel and getting fatter cellulite riddled backsides by the hour.
in the year 2010 every blogger on the planet will simultaneously post his daily rubbish to the world wide net triggering off an armageddon of apathy and destroying the human race - thank the lord.. hs
You were in Minneapolis?!
Damnit - I always miss the good stuff...
noun: a shared on-line journal where people can post diary entries about their personal experiences and hobbies.
reality: digital chewing gum, where millions upon millions of teenagers and middle-aged teenagers with fetid mucous for brains post completely ignorable and depressingly petty details of their sad and boring little lives.. action : put into same category as regis and kelly, slit wrists and never read again.. prophecy : ten years for now everybody in the world under twenty-five will have a blog and snore their entire lives away posting drivel and getting fatter cellulite riddled backsides by the hour.
in the year 2010 every blogger on the planet will simultaneously post his daily rubbish to the world wide net triggering off an armageddon of apathy and destroying the human race - thank the lord.. hs
mmm...man in a kilt...where is the drooling emoticon when I need it?
noun: a shared on-line journal where people can post diary entries about their personal experiences and hobbies.
reality: digital chewing gum, where millions upon millions of teenagers and middle-aged teenagers with fetid mucous for brains post completely ignorable and depressingly petty details of their sad and boring little lives.. action : put into same category as regis and kelly, slit wrists and never read again.. prophecy : ten years for now everybody in the world under twenty-five will have a blog and snore their entire lives away posting drivel and getting fatter cellulite riddled backsides by the hour.
in the year 2010 every blogger on the planet will simultaneously post his daily rubbish to the world wide net triggering off an armageddon of apathy and destroying the human race - thank the lord.. hs
I agree - people's blogs are crap - totally boring shyte no one cares about but them ...
except mine...MINE TOTALLY RAWKS!!
1/15/05 saturday chicago meetup?reza?s restaurant, 5255 n clark st (by wrigley field)
we are shooting for 5:30 pm giving us time to eat and talk and go to either the green mill or the jazz showcase afterwards.
parking: street parking possible, free lot (5238 n. clark st.)
Oh and just a reminder. Everyone is invited to the Hyatt Regency out by O'Hare to come party poolside.
*Fingers crossed we'll be getting in to town 7ish*