Carol Burnett

Carol Burnett - "Laughter & Reflections"

This biography is a series of anecdotes from the 70's variety show host. It began with her fascination with Jimmy Stewart and ends with the death of her daughter. She received her big break to travel to New York on funds provided by a generous benefactor in her California hometown. The benefactor specified that s/he remain nameless and that Carol would help other young stars blossom in the future.

Once in New York, Carol joined an actor's apartment commune for struggling females. She had to share a room with four other women. She applied for a part-time job as a hat-check person at a local tea cafe and funded her rent and clothing with the proceeds. She was persistent in the "cattle call" auditioning process - sing a few bars while the casting director is quick with "Next!" through a megaphone. Her big idea came in having a communal Dress with the other four women. This Dress would be loud in color and forgiving in body types - it would set the wearer apart in the cattle calls.

However, those cattle calls were not her ultimate destiny. An agent gave her the idea to write her own play, using her building's hopeful actresses as the cast and inviting directors and producers as their audience. Her homemade play exhibited the skills and possibilities of the young women and gained them a foothold in the industry's inner workings. She soon married her Cali boyfriend who had followed her with equal dreams- his was to be a NY producer. Carol's big break came in her role for Once Upon A Mattress, a Princess and the Pea reiteration with a twist. It gained her the attention of Lucille Ball, who befriended Carol after the show with a promise to "be there for a guest or reference if ever needed." And Lucille was as good as her word when Carol was in a pinch, taking time away from her one-woman driven "Lucy Show."
Carol wanted to do more with her career, so she hired a writer for a comedy routine. Her breakout hit was singing about her love for a droll politician during the nationwide Elvis fever. The song won her a "Flavor of the Week" media attention and gained her a following to see her show in the theatre.
Unfortunately, she got cocky - she bombed one night to a polite crowd, and fell hard. It taught her to not think too much of herself as a given hit before a show even started.
She broke into TV with "The Gerry Moore Show," in which she learned that the star need not hog the jokes or the spotlight. Mr. Moore knew his limitations and delegated one-liners and roles to others for the good of the show. Carol is still fond of her time there and wishes that the "Gerry Moore Show" could have been preserved on DVD collections - its turn-off was that the episodes were filmed in black and white. It was on this show that she saw Gerry's manner of warming up the audience with an open Q&A, an aspect of her show that made her famous later on in life.

I will update this
Tomorrow is here at twelve
To bed I will fly...

The Leap and Little Darlings

The Leap, by Jonathan Stroud

This was a book that I began on a road trip near the start of the month. I just finished it tonight. As previously stated, I throughly enjoy Stroud's Bartimaeus Series for its humor and wit. The Leap was on of Stroud's first novels and, as with Buried Fire, it reflects more of things to come rather than the voice of Stroud's recent work. The protagonist of this novel is Charlie, a young girl whose best friend, Max, died in a tragic well accident. Her story is that while Max was picking plums from an overhanging tree, his eyes became dazed and fascinated by what he saw within the mill well below and jumped in the pool. Charlie was alarmed by Max's behavior and dived in to rescue her friend. According to her account, Max was taken by two green haired maidens who drew him towards the bottom of the well. Charlie tries to call for her friend underwater, and gains the attention of a third maiden who beckons her downward. Charlie aborts her rescue attempt and starts back towards the surface. The third maiden scratches Charlie's leg during her ascent, angered by Charlie's refusal to join Max.

Charlie is hospitalized for her trauma and her outrageous story - obviously she was disturbed by the death of Max and concocted the story as a coping mechanism. Charlie's mother is a nervous hoverer who thrives on stoking petty arguments into dramatic events. Charlie's older brother, James, is unsure of how to handle his sister's situation and makes himself available for her support.

Charlie keeps her first story to herself, sure that Max is not truly dead, but lost to this world. Soon, Charlie begins a dream saga for her friend in a fairy world, each night walking and tracking her friend's progress. In her dreams, she meets Kit in the forest, a man who promises her aid in finding her friend - as a newcomer, Max will be drawn to the Great Fair, in which he will join a dance of welcome that will purge the memories of his previous life and make him a full inhabitant of that world. Kit advises Charlie to visit the places that Max enjoyed in life to aid in her finding him in the dream country. Max had been accepted through a portal to the fairy land, one of few remaining on earth. Since Charlie entered the portal but turned back, she is between the worlds.

James grows concerned for Charlie - she cries out during the night and wakes with wounds from her nocturnal mission for Max. Charlie keeps a dream journal, chronicling her progress in her pursuit, and James is curious as to its contents. One night, Charlie wakes to find her dream world merged with the waking reality, her search grows ever more urgent. The reader is questioned whether Charlie is delusional in her dreams or really part of both worlds. If so, which reality will lay claim to her life? And will her quest to join Max to end in her own death?

Little Darlings, by Sam Llewellyn

This was a paperback I discovered at the library. With the tagline "A very good book about very bad children." I was intrigued and hooked. The story did not disappoint - Three children named Daisy, Primrose, and Cassian are the children of a business tycoon who does not pay them heed. Their real mother disappeared shortly after Cassian was a toddler, and a new trophy was added to Mr. Darling's mounted animal heads shortly afterward. This mysterious trophy was entitled as a piece of the Royal Edward and "Bear's bum" was scrawled underneath. The children had run off 18 nannies in their career - and with the last one's departure, Mr. Darling found himself blacklisted by the Nanny society. With a party to attend in a half an hour deadline, Mr. Darling rings the AAA Aardvark Children Minding and Security Company and gains an appointment from the independent entity. Ten minutes later, a sleek Jaguar pulls up and Nanny Pete enters the Darling household, changing the children's lives forever.

Nanny Pete is nice to the Darling children, ordering Chinese and Pizza for the Darling's first experience of tasting such food. As Nanny Pete tucked them into bed, Cassian managed to frisk Nanny Pete's keys and duplicate the Jag's ignition requirement. The children sneak down to the Jaguar, only to have Pete stumble though the front door laden with the Darling's jewelry and trophies. AAA aardvark is a front for an organization of Old World thieves who love children. Daisy, Primrose and Cassian find themselves on the USS Kleptomaniac, surrounded by thieves of every sort. And they stubbornly refuse to leave the ship, so the lovely lady captain of the ship assigns Daisy, as she is experienced with nanny comportment, to train the thieves to be more convincing nannies. Cassian loves engines, so he works in the ship's boiler room; Primrose is an excellent cook and experiments in the ship's kitchens. All of the Darlings are delighted by their new and exciting roles, but inquire as to why the thieves operate as a nanny agency. The captain explains that her crew of robbers cannot operate in this new technological world - they are too moralized to perform simple muggings to innocent people. Logically, only rich and careless parents have a need for nannies. It is a clean bargain - the children get a night of pleasure from a willing and kindly thief, and the thieves make out with a lot of loot without feeling undue guilt.

Only one problem - the White Van Dan, the leader of the Builder's Guild of the City. As soon as the AAA aardvark Jaguar is spotted by a construction worker, he phones Dan to report on the destination. But, as builders never show up on time, they are usually late to the scene. The builders demolish the estate and take whatever is left in the wreckage, then get the contract to build a new estate. The object of both White Van Dan and AAA aardvark's searching is a fair share of a certain bear. The "Bear's bum" that the Darlings owned was a piece from the Royal Edward, the only teddy bear of its kind to make its way into the public marketplace. The designer of the Royal Edward only made the stuffed toys available to royalty, and the monarchical families guarded their prize teddy bears jealously. The Royal Edward was stolen from the ruling family of Iceland in the revolutionary overthrow. When put up for sale in a private auction attended by rich people, the final decision was contested and the bear was ripped apart in the chaos that followed. For some reason, both the AAA aardvark society and the White Van Dan are fighting over the seven pieces. The burglars know the families that possess a piece and wait for the parents to call them for child care.

All the rich and nannied families have ingenious, bored, and mischievous children who devise clever means to entertain themselves at their nannies' expense. Daisy quickly finds herself slipping into a nannyish mode with her new responsibilities of training, and her younger siblings are alarmed - will she become one of the enemy?

Overall, Little Darlings was a highly lighthearted and entertaining book for me to read and it is highly recommended. The Leap is beautifully done, but is not as easily tied up and accessible as the Bartimaeus series. The Leap's ending is ethereal and starry and while lovely, is unreachable to me, feels both deep and empty when I finished it. (The Leap is an appropriate title).

Now I must rest soon

Tomorrow I will begin

Second Semester

Narnia the Third and An Abundance of Katherines

Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader (2010)

To begin - I saw the Narnia movie as part of my good friend, Jake,'s birthday. As the film opened, I had to quickly immerse myself in the world, there is no pause or introduction. (Inception had a more gradual opening, and that is saying a lot!). The characters of Edmund and Lucy as their England incarnations is rapidly pieced together. Edmund has reached the restless stage that Peter exhibited in the last film - he is a king of Narnia, and is seen as a child in our world. Lucy is more reservedly wistful for Narnia - She feels self-conscious of Susan's overshadowing of her as the beauty in the family.

Eustace is given a better introduction, and becomes the most compelling character for me to observe in the film. Ben Barnes' Caspian is decent, but appears more as a one-sided "Courteous boy scout," than an full blooded character. Reepicheep the talking mouse is chivalrous and dashing as ever in this movie.

It bothers me though - While this third installation is a throughly entertaining movie, it is but a "dim reflection in a mirror," as C.S. Lewis was fond of quoting. (I Cor. 13:12) The book written by Lewis was a beautiful and full bodied story, of which the film places emphasis's out of proportion. It is not unlike a beautiful watercolor portrait, which a modern artist longs to improve upon using PhotoShop to bring out a more relevant and eye-catching work. The film's altered plot-lines only tangle and trip up the thrust of the tale. It is a modern journey to the past, with occasional highlights, and a surprisingly strong conclusion.

“Many a good beginning makes a bad ending. It remains to be seen how he turns out in the long run.” (Farmer Boy 213). This film exemplified this maxim, the other way 'round. Weak beginning, Strong finish, gives me hope as to Silver Chair.

"An Abundance of Katherine's," By John Green

Yea, I might be a masochist for pain, as Bridges put it when he described editing to my Journalistic class in college. This is the third book that I have read by the beloved VlogBrother from Youtube. However, this is arguably the best one that I have read so far - "Looking for Alaska"was deep and melancholy, "Will Grayson. Will Grayson" was too lighthearted on a controversial target, but "An Abundance of Katherine's" strikes an intriguing balance between the two. Colin Singleton is a child Prodigy (different than genius: Prodigies learn things others do in an accelerated manner; geniuses piece together information into innovative new processes and branches of knowledge. i.e. Prodigies absorb knowledge; geniuses create new knowledge.). Colin has an unusual streak - ever since his first relationship at six, he has had 19 relationships with girls named Katherine, always the same name, and been dumped by all of them. (the first one - "Wanna be my boyfriend?"-Katherine I; "Okay"- Colin; [lasted two and a half minutes] "We have to break up..."-Katherine I). Colin's problem is his extreme insecurity, he wants to do something: to live up to the potential that everyone knows he is capable of accomplishing. His best friend, a chunky Arab-American named Hassan, convinces Colin that they need to go on a Road Trip to forget Katherine XIX.

The duo end up in the small town of Gutshot, Tennessee. Hollis, the local factory owner in the one-horse town, offers a job to Colin, whom she recognizes from a Brainy game show she watched. He and Hassan are to interview the town's inhabitants on the history of Gutshot, a sort of local heritage project. Hollis' daughter, Lindsey Lee Wells, is assigned to accompany these outsiders on their interviews. Lindsey is beloved of the town's older generation, for her constant smile and her cheery personality. She confesses to Colin that she feels fake, that her life is an act put up in a desperate attempt to be different. Colin is socially inept - his intellect and pattern recognition fail to account for the spontaneity of the human race. Lindsey trusts him as a confidant because he has no one to tell of her secret struggle. Together, Colin, with his brain, and Lindsey, with her understanding of human nature, attempt to create a Theorem for relationships. This equation would map out the potential length and passion of a relationship, including which sex would "dump"the other person.

I liked this book, because I relate to Colin's cluelessness to a degree. He is trying to figure out "Why am I in a perennial 'Dumpee' position with Katherine's?" He is so insecure and interesting to me as a character. His habit throughout the book is anagramming any word or phrase within his environment. This odd knack for rearranging letters affords him constant fascination and amusement by using chaos to impose a new order or meaning.

What really creeped me out though was at the end of the work, in an author's note, John Green disclosed that his 11th grade calculus teacher was a Mr. Lantrip. The coincidence was startling to me for the reason that my last name of "Lantrip" is relatively unusual. Considering that I just learned calculus this semester, and that a distant relative might have taught one of my favorite vloggers makes for an interesting possible 'six degrees of separation...'

John Green lives downtown

Indianapolis home?

Eight John Green's (phone list...)

Omnibus

I have been reading, I just haven't set aside time to post about it.

Stephen King's "On Writing"

This is a beautifully authentic love letter concerning the pursuit of writing. It all begins as a reader, knowing what you like to read, shamelessly copying from your favorite authors while you develop your own voice. It is like "Four Small Words," an introduction by Neil Gaiman to the beginning of the 2010 anthology "Stories." Neil wrote about his personal fascination with reading from his youth, a book becoming his constant companion. A lady asked Mr. Gaiman what quote he would recommend for an inscription on the wall of a library's children's section. At first, he thought that the library's wall would be best served blank and unspoiled by an engraving. When Gaiman reconsidered, searching for his own list of best quotes, he settled on these four small words that every writer longs to hear from his audience - "And then what happened?..."

As I read that introduction, I looked up and thought, "Neil, you are correct, that is exactly how I feel!" It is a simple and short question, but poses no end to possible answers. That question engages the reader's interest and the writer's inspiration (and continued employment).

Another one of my favorite book related quotes comes "Shadowlands," a film about the later life of C.S. Lewis. One of Lewis' students steals books from a bookshop, and Lewis confronts his pupil regarding his actions. He apologizes sheepishly to Lewis, and explains his situation. The student has not the funds to spare for his habit, but craves unread books like a junkie with psychoactive substances. His hands shake, and he can hardly read the pages. The student reads throughout the nights and sleeps through his classes during the day. His quote sticks out to me, "We read to know that we are not alone."

Books connect the writer to the reader, impart knowledge and concepts. Books are portal's into the writer's mind. (Mine is a rather messy library by the way - you receive information eventually, but you, my reader, will have to wade through a lot of smaller bits before you reach the desired byte. [sorry, its been a while; that was a pathetic attempt at computer humor...]).

To return to the original subject of King's book - Grammar and vocabulary are your writing toolbox. The more tools you learn to master, the more tasks you can accomplish in building concepts in your audience's minds. Some young writers have an extensive toolbox through their education, but a limited knowledge of how to properly implement their equipment. Students sometimes use an ancient saw's old teeth to shape their thoughts, rather than experiment with different means of cutting to the heart of their intended final design.

King stresses the need of an ideal reader - write your work with a fellow reader's tastes in mind. This person needs to know you well and be comfortable with pointing out when your draft's proverbial "fly" is open. You should be able to take the critique and improve on your faults. In my college writing course this semester, I submitted my work to my fellow students to review. There was one girl in particular who didn't care for my styling and dissected my papers with a blue highlighter. I needed that other perspective, however, and am immensely grateful for her presence in class. I figured that if I was able to pass her standards and peeves in my work, my paper would avoid offending the tastes of others with similar hang-ups. I am quite aware that I cannot please everybody, but I also realize that I always should be open to improvement.

King's book is a down-to-earth resource for writers young and old. The part that encouraged me the most was his admitting that he doesn't plan out his plots. He has only a vague idea or concept that starts King down the trail of "What if?" As the story progresses, King's characters develop their own personality and voices.

After reading this autobiography, I have started his novel "Misery." So far, my favorite portion was the mental image of Paul Sheldon capering about his hotel room delighted that his cash cow (but personal pain) character Misery Chastain finally decided to die. The idea of a Sheldon as an instrument being supplied by a mysterious cosmic story pipeline of inspiration and his apparent surprise and rejoicing in the death of a wildly popular, but uninspired character, made me smile inwardly in sympathy. That is how I write - this stream of consciousness would not fit on Twitter's 140 characters though, so I cannot afford to do such things anywhere but here.

Next review - "Looking For Alaska," by John Green

Most of what I have to say about this work is that it is the closest I have seen to a modern Catcher in the Rye. The author, Green, likes strong female leads, overweight best friends, swearing, and deep thinking, misunderstood, and/or unsociable protagonists. Given that I didn't much like Catcher in the Rye ( I know, shame on me for disliking a "classic"), this comparison is not high praise, but this book is better than "Will Grayson. Will Grayson."

The part I dislike the most about this book is that it ends sadly, its tone put me in a depressed frame of mind. Green is a skillful writer in that he hooks me to continue to the end, but this private school tale of "new kid's arrival, integration into a prank war with rich vs. smart, and path to addictions." is not my cup of tea. Read this if you desire to theorize about unresolved mysteries and want to sulk in a morose frame of mind. (Not that it is without humor, but its twist is nevertheless sobering to the budding cigarette/alcohol addicts upon which the story is centered.)

"Ring of Solomon: Bartimaeus Prequel" by Jonathan Stroud

I love this author, and this series showcases the sardonic wit and arrogance of a captive Spirit. Bartimaeus is a rogue djinni in a world ruled by corrupt and greedy magicians who summon entities from the "Other Place" to carry out their bidding. Needless to say, Bartimaeus isn't thrilled about this structure that binds him to the will of a mortal human. What sets Bartimaeus apart from his fellow spirit slaves is the streak of witty banter, cheek, and insults to which he subjects his "masters." While other spirits accept their fate, and/or sycophant up to their summoners, hoping to earn dismissal back to the spirit realm, Bartimaeus unloads on humans with the experience of an immortal entity upon an arrogant magician. The structure of magicians running the show is clearly shown to be unnatural and awkward for our dimension.

There is a hierarchy in the spirit world - imps (weak and simple, are used for play toys and snacks by higher spirits.); foilots (only slightly higher, and are usually puffed up and proud of the fact. These make up the servant class of the magicians); djinni (have a decent amount of can do performance, provided that they are given specific instructions.); afrits (rather nasty entities, only strong magicians hold the power to summon them as servants. Djinn don't stand a chance of overcoming them in battle, and hate the fact); marids (rarely visit our dimension - these are the lords of the "Other Place," wielders of great power. Only the best, brightest, and mightiest magicians may harness them.); as well as other, unspoken beings of unfathomable strength which rest in the bowels of "Other Place."

For spirits, there are seven planes of reality on earth, the first is seen by humans (and worms, insects, mice, and other stupid and weak creatures), the second is accessible to cats, and imps are limited to the height of the third and fourth, foliots may reach six in sight, djinni - seven. Seventh is special, all guises and shapes fade on this level. Spirits of djinni level and higher hold the ability to shapeshift into any form they might imagine. Djinni also employ a range of magical attacks and defenses such as Detonations, Convulsions, Shields, Plasmas, Infernos, Compression.

(More information on Wiki! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_in_Bartimaeus)

My main point is that this series is exceedingly clever, witty, and amusing to me. Bartimaeus keeps me entertained with his antics and sly schemes. In this book, Bartimaeus is a slave of a magician in Solomon's Court of 13. These 13 magicians are the most powerful in the world, but all must serve Solomon and his Ring. This ornamental artifact acts as an instant portal to "Other Place," a mere touch may summon any of 20,000 Spirits to meet the wearer's desires. A turn of the Ring summons a Spirit named Uraziel, an entity above the level of a Marid. Bartimaeus is roped into a foolhardy mission to steal the Ring by a young Sheban royal guard, whose country is threatened to be destroyed within a month unless a tribute is paid to Solomon. I wasn't sure whether I would like how Solomon was portrayed in the work, but it turns out that I understood his position a little better by the end. Highly recommended read.

"Artemis Fowl: The Atlantis Complex." by Eoin Colfer

Mr. Colfer is pushing it with this book, highly unrecommended -"Artemis is subject to a magical mental disorder with extreme paranoia and pattern tendencies!" The villain is more delusional and stubborn than actually evil. He has a simple desire to reunite with his mortal wife... and destroy an entire fairy city as a revenge against those who framed him to serve a life term in prison. This book is simply not worth the effort - Time Paradox was a decent send off, to revive the series here smells of a desperate attempt to whip a cash cow, resulting in a dead horse...

"The Search for Wond-La" by Tony Diterlizzi.

This is a charming book, mainly because of the fact that each chapter starts with an illustration based on green, yellow, grey, black, and white. (Very appealing to my tastes, I love green and black artwork, quite lovely). It is quaint and whimsical, imaginative, and sympathetically amusing. (In the naivete of the main character, we discover the strange new world through her eyes.) I expected nothing less from a co-author of the bestselling "Spiderwick Chronicles" series. Wond-La's ending is a little unexplained, but I saw its potential coming from a mile away. Not hard to figure out, but it is a creative journey none the less. I liked the concepts and elements more than the story itself.

It concerns a young girl raised by a robot to survive. However, their underground home is attacked by a bestial bounty hunter, forcing an early exit into the real world. The young Eva Nine is unprepared for the weird and wild world of animal-eating-plants and otherworldly creatures who inhabit her home planet. The name of the book is derived from a fragment that the young girl, Eva Nine, finds in her home - it is a picture displaying a girl, an adult, and a robot walking hand-in-hand. The only discernable caption on the fragment are the letters "Wond - - - La." Eva dreams of discovering this paradise of peace, and sets off on a pilgrimage to find its location.

Eventually More

Reviews will be published soon

(And better haiku)

Guernsey Literary Society

This book was a true treat for a bibliophile's soul. It received a decent amount of quiet recommendation from the middle class spectrum of critics. There are spectrum's - the romance machine press, the tween scene, and the intellectual pearls. This met the quiet "beach" read group's needs.

It is not a driving page turner, you may choose to put it down and experience little plot suspense. But the book's characters are so alive that I wanted to revisit them as soon as possible after finishing my work and school (and sometimes before that as well).

The book is written in a form of letters surrounding Juilet, a young writer on tour for her book "Izzy Bickerstaff goes to War." Sydney Stark is her publisher and brother to her childhood school friend, Sophie. Juliet receives a letter from a Dawsey Adams from the English island of Guernsey. It happens that one of her old books found its way into his hands, Selected Essays of Elia, by Charles Lamb. He wondered that if the essays were "selected" where he might find more, as he considers Mr. Lamb to be a kindred spirit and friend. Juliet is intrigued at the thought that ones of her favorite books found another open soul and begins a correspondence with Mr. Adams. Guernsey had been occupied during WWII, and had just recently reawakened in their freedom, curious to learn about the world's progresses while they were cut off. It turns out that Guernsey citizens had a fortuitous serendipity in starting a literary society. The Germans were strict about curfew and gatherings, and the society started as a cover so that friends could visit with one another. The stories that the letters tell break your heart and inspire your soul that the human spirit may find hope, even in the midst of oppression and isolation. While the stories of the occupation are fictional, the spirit behind the them rings sound. The knowledge that atrocious means are carried out on ordinary people in times of war is sobering and sorrowful. I cried as I read certain portions of the book. Tears of joy, wonder, and bittersweet sorrow. The courage and resilience displayed throughout the theme of the work make for an indescribable work of literature. I didn't want it to end, but I closed the back cover with a resignation that the characters' lives continue on, and so shall mine as well.

Insufficient Words
Yet, pictures frame the scene well
Reader's minds see through

Chronicles of the Soujourner: Life through Inception

Inception, it paradoxically goes slower the second time you see it. I am still on an unplanned sabbatical through disinclination and schoolwork's demands. But the overarching theme of the movie has fit a general trend and question in the realm of theatre - "What is reality?" The film itself is the dream of the screenwriters, as seen through the vision of Christopher Nolan, and lived out by Leonardo DiCaprio. It is a metaphor in itself, but what is the answer to its deeper meaning? Nolan left the question unanswered, on purpose, for who holds the truth on this plane of reality? No man sees his entire life's impact - It's a Wonderful Life message. What proof do we have in the movie that the first plane, on which DiCaprio collects his team, is really real - as Moll asks him later on in the film. There are no guarantees; We take what we are given and work out the best manner of spending our existence from there. Philosophers question in their dreams, Inventors innovate with theirs, Artists long to shape reality in the shape of thought's beauty. But some concepts are vague and unclear. We trust so much, because we have not the time or inclination to understand for ourselves the actions of others. Who do you believe? Who holds the strings in your reality? News and Stories clamor for your attention, promising truth. To believe on your own experience is flawed and takes longer - starting ex nihilo is frustrating and frightening. I would use the english language whenever possible, but the thrust of the Latin is powerful and Godlike. Only God holds the ability to create out of barrenness, and negative infinity strains the mind as much as its reciprocal, upon which many humans focus in vain. To question your own existence and meaning in life is draining, seeing the big picture is like the fairy cake machine in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. Zaphod Beeblebrox was fortunate to escape to that pocket dimension in which he was the most important person in the world. For who wants to know that their very existence is frail?

Question Reality by all means, but the answer exists at the edge of consciousness, just out of reach. On his own, man is hopeful in his helplessness - that is why we need a Savior to pick up our pieces and infuse us with his love. To be part of the heavenly realm is an honor and a privilege, one which I hold too lightly at times. What a light yoke, what a glorious task, to live, and know that I am serving My Maker and Sustainer. Oh for these rare moments when the veil is pierced and a fragment of the eternal finds its way into the finiteness of this world. It rests as a fragment in my soul, runs through my veins, makes me whole. This life is a walk, one in which obstacles present themselves to be overcome. It is our position to clear away the snares that we are equipped and designed to face, and call out to our heavenly Father to aid us when the night comes, and the burdens feel too heavy for our endurance.
This life has an infinite amount of layers, only, it takes a concentrated dosage in a controlled environment for us to see the tip of the iceberg of truth. That is what Inception was to me - a jolt of adrenaline to my lethargic spirit, causing me to wake up and see the stars shining above my life. There is more than what I perceive and that I am not alone in the Universe is a comforting thought. This is my reality, until its Maker rends its fabric and starts anew with heaven and earth.

Confusing? So is the film in question...

I watched a strange film
Twice, four and a half hours.
I might understand

Retrospect One

I published a rough and messy draft of my reading the novel Dark Days, by Derek Landy. Funny thing this - time travel seems possible and cheating, but is only in cyberspace. I am a bit pressed right now - tired and happy, though hopefully not snappy and abrasive.