Friday, July 15, 2011

I'm watching a movie.


Me and my favorite female counterpart are taking on the IMDB top 250. It's going a lil slower than anticipated, but it's a fun project.

Things we've seen together:

-The Graduate
-Mr. Smith Goes to Washington.
-Some Like it Hot
-A Dog Day Afternoon...

Shit, I think there were a few more, but The Graduate was my favorite. Such a beautifully made movie, and it's hilariously dark. And add a splash of existential crises and you have yourself one of the greatest films ever.

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There's a blind veteran in one of our housing programs who has such an incredible, light spirit, that you can feel this residual goodness all over your body after talking to him. My coworker told me that he called her and he asked her to call back because he was watching a movie. This struck me as not only humorous but very cute and very "him."

Last week we had a volunteer event where folks from Whole Foods were helping us set up garden boxes for the residents (the ones that were set up before have been a HUGE hit and they're growing a lot of good stuff). Mr. Blindman (is he Jewish?) polks out of his apt, pole first, and hears the action.

"Hey guys! Can I show you something?"

He reaches back into this dark void... I guess it makes sense that blind guys don't need lights on, and takes out a small framed picture.

"I made this! Not bad for a blind guy."

It was a beautiful painting of a flower. This mother fucker made a painting so beautiful that I immediately dismissed any idea that I will ever paint.

Fuck that guy.