Well, it's not going to kill you

The Pink Glove Dance

I was sent this email by a friend who has a friend who's daughter-in-law thought up this project.

"Our daughter-in-law,  Emily (MacInnes) Somers, created, directed and choreographed this in Portland last week for her Medline glove division as a fundraiser for breast cancer awareness.  This was all her idea to help promote their new pink gloves.  I don't know how she got so many employees, doctors and patients to participate, but it started to really catch on and they all had a lot of fun doing it.

When the video gets 1 million hits, Medline will be making a huge contribution to the hospital, as well as offering free mammograms for the community.  Please check it out.  It's an easy and great way to donate to a wonderful cause, and who hasn't been touched by breast cancer?"

If you're reading this blog you've been touched by breast cancer, you know how ugly it is because you've read about it here.  Drop whatever it is you're doing and go watch in now.  It's a blast!

The Pink Glove Dance

Lights, camera, action

As the regular season viewing comes to an end we've been watching pay-per-view movies.  We've had Directv since it first came out.  When you live in the middle of nowhere tv viewing is iffy at best.  I remember before Dtv trying to watch Monday night football and the screen was so fuzzy you could hardly make out the players let alone the ball.  Ah yes the good old days.
But I digress. Pay per view was the subject.  We watched Slumdog Millionaires which was great, not sure it should have won the best picture Oscar but terrific none the less. 

Then we watched Frost/Nixon which we knew would be good but it just blew us away - now that's the movie that should have won best picture.  Amazing performances especially from Frank Langella. You forget he was an actor playing a part and he simply seemed to be Nixon.  For those of you to young to remember most of us were glued to the TV during the Watergate hearings and I'll bet a lot of people remember exactly where they were when Nixon resigned.  I happened  to be at work.  They had a tv that was always on in the Jr. dept.  I worked the floor above but just happened to be "passing" through the Jr dept when he made his announcement.  I remember the entire 3 floor store being totally silent for a couple of minutes.
Last night we watched Doubt, another winner.  Meryl Streep did her usually stellar job but the supporting cast was just as good.  As a (once upon a time) Catholic who knows one priest that was convicted of child molestation and one who was accused it was a very enlightening, disturbing, unsettling movie.  And it does leave you with doubt. It did bring back the days when priests had way too much power, especially over the nuns.  But it also brought back childhood memories.  Growing up in Garberville the priest was the same age as my parents, aunts and uncles.  He was just part of the family.  As kids we were always trooping through his house, he was coming to ours for dinner or a party.  He was just a regular person that was part of our life.  Drove like a fricking maniac but for some reason our parents seemed to always sending us off hither and yon with him.  I guess they figured he had God on his side. I'm glad some things have changed but sorry that because of the taint of some really bad priests people, particularly kids, don't have the same relationship with them anymore.  I know one priest that feels he can no longer hug the girls (elementary school age) because he fears that someone might misinterpret the situation.
As for the nuns things have changed light years.  Growing up we NEVER saw the nuns out of their habits.  In fact there used to be a group of nuns who came to Garberville every summer to teach us whatever - Garberville was too small to support a school- and the nuns would come out to our house to use the pool that our three families shared.  At that time the pool was completely fenced, later one end of the fence was replaced with chain link fencing so our parents could take a glance and make sure no one was breaking the rules while my cousin and I reigned as queen of the pool*.  So the pool was completely fenced which allowed the nuns to use it.  We were not allowed to be anywhere in the vicinity of the pool when they were there.  I always thought it was so unfair because these nuns were usually young joyful women who would have had a blast playing and swimming with us.
 * we got to reign because every fricking summer until we passed Sr. Lifesaving we had swimming lessons in the dirty, gross river (to us) Eel River at Benbow Lake.  Once we advanced to Jr. lifesaving Susan and I were appointed caretakers of the smaller kids in the pool.  Our special enforcement was making sure the little kids didn't get into the deep end unless the could really swim.  Our poor San Franciso cousin spent many a summer in the shallow end or in a life jacket because he only swam when he came up for the summer.
Well that turned out a bit more rambling than I expected but there you have it 3 great movies.

Books into movies

Not always a good thing.  Last night we watch Kite Runner.  It was very well done but lacked the depth and intensity of the book.  The book was just wonderful, very descriptive and your imagination was put to good use.  Not so much in the move.

Jurassic Park was a wondeful terrifing book.  SHOULD. HAVE. STAYED. A. BOOK.  Even with computer graphics it was no match for my imagination.

I generally stay away from movies if I've read the book.  I almost always end up disappointed.  And I've been known to go buy the book after seeing  a movie because there clearly had to be more to the story than was protrayed on the screen.