I believe in love. I believe God has a hand in it. I believe it's virtually unpredictable. It happens. I'm here to tell you that it happens.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Is it wrong to want to believe in Sea Monkeys?
I know they do exist as a sort of brine shrimp
but I much prefer to imagine them as happy alien-like families with agreeable personalities.
I whole-heartedly believe a little fantasy is
necessary in life, especially when death and
financially difficult times hit.
Look at their long toes & dorky smiles.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I don't believe in coincidences. I believe God narrates these pages of our existence. Our lives are the best stories ever created: all of them layered with foreshadowing, sorrow, the return of people from years past, success and fuckloads of joy.
I don't believe it's easy to walk through the shitty times. Waiting perturbs me.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I believe there are a plethora of excellent movies to see
in NYC this long weekend. In fact, I think there are too many great films to see.
Film Forum is showing Godard's 2 or 3 things I know about her. This is a *must-see.*
Tangentially speaking, the au naturale popcorn decorated with Baleine sea salt at Film Forum is such nifty hipster snack.
The MoMa always has amazing foreign films. Last night I saw The Flower Bridge and today I have a ticket to see Shadow of the Holy Book, a Finnish film.
Over at IFC, they're showing Gommorah. I can't wait to see that either. I've added an already hackneyed image of it for you. (You get it: semi-naked guys with guns & muddy sneakers.)
I believe the most titillating film among all these is Serbis. Down to the Angelika I go to see this Filipino flick. (By the way, if you tell me Filipino is not one of those words you have to double check the spelling of a dozen times, I'll never believe a word out of your mouth again!)
I believe we should all vote on an amendment to add three more hours to every weekend day.
Check yes or no.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I believe I have about four major life objectives.
I don't feel the need to rank them in any sort of order. One objective is to live in South America long enough to need a visa. Another objective is to make someone a U.S citizen through marriage. (I know, the person who doesn't believe in love is spouting off on marriage.)
I don't know who I'll make a citizen: Be he a Canuck, a Mexican, a Chilean, or an Italian.
Welcome to the land of Starbucks, Obama, Hollywood and Wall Street.