Snot, commies, Life, and Lifetime, all in one post. Aren’t you lucky?
jwan: How’s your cold coming along, I’ve had the exact same symptoms, last night was the worst of it all
Sent at 12:00 PM on Thursday
me: same
last night was hellish but i’m feeling slightly better today
at least, i feel like my brain is functioning and my shirt isn’t crusted with snot that i wasn’t quick enough to catch
Sent at 12:04 PM on Thursday
So, yes, doing relatively much better today. Thanks for all of the sympathy yesterday. I took some NyQuil last night, but it didn’t knock me out and then keep me knocked out like I had hoped. I did have some weird dreams involving characters from Knocked Up. That was kind of strange. And I woke up a couple of times with severe cottonmouth.
The more I think about it, the more I’m pretty sure that I heard about this awhile ago and just forgot about it: Steven Soderbergh is directing Benicio del Toro in a two-film epic about Che Guevara. I’m really, really looking forward to this. I know Guevara is demonized here in the U.S., but he was truly very fascinating and I don’t think there’s any black-and-white way to view him. Soderbergh kicks much ass and I love love love Benicio del Toro. It’s also being filmed entirely in Spanish, as it should be. Is it just me, or does this smack of the Medellin storyline in Entourage?
Completely unrelated to anything above, the baby and I had a pretty heavy conversation last night stemming from him asking me if Life will ever end. We’ve had the death conversation a lot, but this was on some next level shit. I’ve never been comfortable feeding him stuff about heaven, mostly because I don’t think I really believe in that. While it might be easier for him to take, I’d just feel like I was lying to him. But I have always given him the option of believing in stuff like that. I’m taking the same hands-off approach that I took with Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, which is, “Do you think Santa/the Bunny is real?” And for right now, he does, so we’re going with that for now. Our conversation veered toward God for awhile. He’s really not sure about the whole thing. He wanted to know definitively if there is a God and I was honest with him: nobody knows though some people believe that there is and some people believe that there isn’t. In either case, I told him that, yes, Life will end someday but it will be a long, long time before that happens. I asked him if that scared him and he said yeah and I told him that it scares me, too. It’s funny because I feel like he and I are on the same existential wavelength. I mean, I must have pondered these things when I was his age, too, but I don’t feel like I’ve really thought about them until recently. It’s cool to have someone to talk about these things all wide-eyed. Especially since the husband, in all of his smug wisdom, has already thought about everything and has no time for these “Duuuuuuuuuuuude” conversations.
Angela and I are comparing cheesy Lifetime movies and it is easily the best conversation I’ve had yet today. Much like the titles of Friends episodes, we refer to all Lifetime movies as “That one where Tori Spelling gets stabbed,” or “That one with the Texas cheerleader murder plot with Lesley Ann Warren right when she started looking really crazy.”
September 20th, 2007 at 1:36 pm
I am salivating with anticipation at the Benicio, Soderburg, Che combo.
I had not heard of this before and it kinda made my day.
BTW–for some reason, whether I use IE or my “verizonyahoo!” browser, your site always crashes me. Do you have any suggestions?
PS hope you feel better soon. Change of seasons illness sux.
xoxo
September 20th, 2007 at 1:53 pm
hmm, no real suggestions other than adopting firefox as your main browser, pronto. 😉
September 20th, 2007 at 2:04 pm
I use IE at work and your site works for me, FWIW.
I really like how you’re handling the beliefs thing with the kid. Free thinking is where it’s at, and he’ll probably grow up a lot less confused than those of us raised with a set of beliefs from handed down from our parents that didn’t gel.
September 20th, 2007 at 2:26 pm
word. I was always kind of bugged by the religion-as-heredity notion that seems to be the prevailing method here and pretty much everywhere else in the world. I’m sure it’s cool when a family all have the same beliefs, but often can that really happen? A person’s relationship with herself and with a deity is so personal, I don’t see how even a parent can enforce that in a child.
September 20th, 2007 at 3:43 pm
(is realizing, with a good deal of sadness and regret, that she knows far too little about Lifetime movies. sigh.)
September 20th, 2007 at 8:56 pm
We had en existential crisis once, maybe we can have an encore presentation sometime after I get back? I still can’t think about death/dying without feeling a little bit dizzy, a little bit like I’m going to vomit, and a lot of bit like I want to cry like a baby. It’s pathetic, but whatever. Easily fixed by NOT thinking about it, right?
And um… you’d be excited by all of the Che Guevara paraphernalia (thanks, google spellcheck!) floating around Buenos Aires. I mean, the dude WAS from Argentina, so at least there’s a good reason, but I see his face everywhere. Which, you know, is okay because I think he was really cool and pretty beautiful. Win/win situation, eh?
Miss yinz! xoxoxo! Give the wimpy a hug for me!
September 21st, 2007 at 9:03 am
Mmmmm, Benicio….