Throughout life we are impacted with moments that are rich with meaning and significance. Regardless of the joy or sorrow that these moments create, it is our job to listen and respond. This summer I was given the gift of one of those profound moments.
On a warm August afternoon, my wife and I invited some close friends over for lunch to spend the day swimming in our pool. We were in the water playing with our kids, watching them one-up each other jumping in, and playing all the usual games.
One of the times my daughter climbed out to jump back in, she cried out in pain after stepping on a bee. As soon as I pulled out the stinger left behind in her foot, one by one more bees began to swarm. Thinking that the dead bee was attracting others, I picked it up and went inside to throw it away.
The moment I opened the trash in the kitchen I heard my wife scream outside. It wasn’t an ordinary scream. I look outside right at the moment she was diving into the water. Racing outside I was certain that she was being attacked by the aggressive bees.
I made it to the edge of the water right when she was coming up. My heart sank. In her arms was our little boy, blue and lifeless.
Heart-rending and true. There’s a time to sit and reflect, and there’s a time to move forward; even if you have no idea where you are going. It’s called faith - and faith doesn’t always have to mean something spiritual (though it often does) it merely means putting one foot in front of the other without knowing where the path might go.
I don’t sing, and this is why.
I love the character of Richard Harrow on Boardwalk Empire played by Jack Huston. His sadness is more palpable than the injury/deformity he possesses. It’s in many ways perhaps at the same time perhaps the hardest role to play on the show but he pulls out the stops in multiple scenes.
Couldn’t agree more w/Jeremy. He steals scenes (with a fine acting/Hollywood pedigree in being a Huston). The episode “Get In Line” (where Richard retreats to a desolate forest to end his life) brought his character to life for me.
I have a hard time creating lists that have any chronological order to them. Most of what I enjoy and like aren’t based on any logical method. It’s more ephemeral. So, below are the television shows I loved and enjoyed in 2011. They’re mostly typical but maybe there are a few surprises for you.
Shows That Are Now Dead To Me
I’ve been thinking about Louis CK lately. I’m a fan of his show on FX, and I’m so happy his recent adventure in distributing his newest comedy special himself has been a rousing success. But my thoughts are going elsewhere to wonder why he has blown up in popularity in the past couple years, and why his comedy seems to resonate with these times. It always feels like there’s a comedian willing to address contemporary concerns with insight and honesty for each moment in time. All the greats had their focus: Richard Pryor and Chris Rock had race, George Carlin had absurdity, and I think Louis has hit on some sort of subterranean undercurrent of emotion that I didn’t realize might be swelling until I listened more closely: shame.
Frank is spot on this his pointed analysis of the vulgar (and I mean vulgar in not only the sense of being “course and rude” but also in the sense of “current” and “unrefined”) truth of Louis. He does not filter his thoughts for the comfort of anyone. And his thoughts explore the depths of what most of us hide - that most of us are entitled, whiny, self-centered, well intentioned flawed people. Louis is at the top of his game (in the comedy sense) and is rightly being recognized for it.
I’m making mouth love to this burger - French toast, hash brown, bacon, provolone and a burger. I win (by losing in health) (Taken with Instagram at Olives at the Ludlow Garage)