Once in a while, life throws you a curve ball that reminds you just how small you actually are in the grand scheme of things. If there’s anything the past weekend has taught me is that I’ll never be as great as I think I am. My delusions of grandeur actually mean nothing in real life situations.
I’ve gotten so used to grandstanding with my pseudo-intellectual ramblings about how everything else sucks except for me. I’ve lost sight of the fact that there’s a whole world out there filled with genuinely good people beyond my computer screen.
So to everyone (you know who you are) who are helping Rach and me through this very dark point in our lives, we are forever in debt to you. I only hope that someday we can prove to you that we deserve your friendship.
Thank you.
Thanks to A.O. Scott, I now have a concrete example of the “retardedness” of Dan Brown’s prose which I mentioned in my previous post.
From A.O. Scott’s NYTimes review
To their credit the director and his screenwriter, Akiva Goldsman (who collaborated with Mr. Howard on “Cinderella Man” and “A Beautiful Mind”), have streamlined Mr. Brown’s story and refrained from trying to capture his, um, prose style. “Almost inconceivably, the gun into which she was now staring was clutched in the pale hand of an enormous albino with long white hair.” Such language — note the exquisite “almost” and the fastidious tucking of the “which” after the preposition — can live only on the page.
I rest my case.
I make no secret about my feelings on The Da Vinci Code to anyone who would listen. But since I haven’t blogged about it yet, I guess it’s about time now that the movie is coming out.
When the book first came out, I began to get messages from friends who kept raving about the book. Curiosity got the better of me so I decided gave it a chance.
And what did I think? I hated it. More than I hate Filipino drivers. I hate it more than I hate my sister’s boyfriend. I hate it more than I hate everything I’ve ever hated in my life. Ok that’s not entirely true. I don’t hate it more than my Psoriasis but I do hate it nonetheless.
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