In keeping with the Easter theme, here is Will Ferrell’s prayer to Tiny Baby Jesus.
Easter Jesus is a little more solemn than Baby Jesus, so I thought i would add a little laughter. Plus Easter Jesus would probably love this movie.
I like to picture my JC waxing poetic around a bonfire making s’mores. Wouldn’t that be awesome? I’d toast my marshmallow all perfect and let him eat it because he burned his. He may have been patient with sinners, but he was never good at waiting for sweets.
Lately this word has come up a lot. It ties in to that elusive balance I try to achieve. What are your priorities?
It’s funny in a way that once you have a family and a house and a job, your priorities are pretty much set out for you. Not that having that stuff and balancing it is easy; it just seems easier to decide what’s important to you.
No one is going to question you when you say your biggest priority is your child. Or paying your mortgage. But they might look at you a little funny when you tell them your biggest priority of the year is being a grocery store cashier. Or eating every Dairy Queen Blizzard of the Month.
But then again, who knows what kind of crazy antics of mine (or others like me) will turn into thousands of years from now? What makes sense? More importantly: Who cares? Just Be!
When one writes for a living, one often comes up against the dreaded writer’s block. And while it’s hard to see the positive side of the coin with this problem, I take comfort in the fact that my mental state is capable of handling it.
It could be worse, couldn’t it? I could be Jack Nicholson’s character in The Shining.
I will say this: I’ve caught up on my e-mails and my html knowledge is getting better by the hour.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring. The Equinox. Y’know, balance of light and dark and what-have-you. Usually I come up with some elaborate celebration that involves fires and ceremony and all that.
This year I didn’t plan anything. Not purposely, mind you, but because it kinda snuck up on me. What ended up happening? French toast breakfast, motorcycle to the lake, hang out in the forest all day, ride back through the mountains, glorious BBQ chicken dinner, fall into bed exhausted.
(A special thank you to Sante, who rode all over the mountains, through trees and on bumpy roads just to make me happy. Well, and I think he likes it too. You rule.)
I’ve never been one for planning, unless it’s something I think is really important. But lately I’ve been learning that importance is relative. And you should never take yourself too seriously.
I’m not sure when, but somewhere along the line I started realizing that trees were talking to me. I believe in the magic of trees. They’re graceful, patient, resilient, and wise. No matter where I go, they never fail to humble me…
Here I am in the forests in northern Washington, where I think I first learned that cigarette butts were actually garbage. (Still working on bring *that* karma bank account back to zero!)
Trondheim’s trees were so wild they wanted to give me a hug. And they were in a cemetery.
Oh Minneapolis. The tree canopies over busy Lyndale Avenue in the fall will never fail to make me smile.
It’s all green and mossy–how fitting for a tree in Ireland! It’s as if it’s wearing a tree fleece.
This one told me a few secrets. I’m headed back to Big Sur for a second installment one of these days.
To all the trees in the world: You know I love you, but I just wanted to give you a little shout out. You make every day! (And you make tons of oxygen…gracias!)
OK so it’s not a movie, but damn it’s cool!
I’m a mean machine, been drinking gasoline” Have you drank Nighttrain? Might as well be gasoline…
Remember when Guns ‘N’ Roses was cool?
(Skip the ranting and talking and move the timer to 1:45 for some kick-ass music!)
Love is all around. My friends are in love. I’m in love. Spring is in the air 
“I came here tonight, because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.“
*Happy sigh*
I’ve never been into the Oscars. Award shows are silly fodder. Bread and circuses, right? But today I saw a nominee for best animated short, and I think I may actually care who wins in this category.
I know it’s 16 minutes long, but it will be worth every minute. Watch it twice. The first time I saw it was like the first time I read Tom Robbins: You mean, other people think like that too?
Even if it doesn’t win, I would have probably never heard of this short if it weren’t for the Oscars. So I guess maybe award shows aren’t all bad.
Growing up as a kid this was one of my favorite movies. And I had the hugest crush on Michael J. Fox.
This movie just fueled my fascination with time and one’s ability to manipulate it. It’s been two decades (wow, really?) since this movie came out and I still love it. And Doc Brown is hilarious.
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