One of The Auteur’s Facebook friends challenged another friend to list their 15 most influential movies. I’m posting about this on my alter-ego Facebook page, but I decided to take the opportunity to expand on said list. Challenge accepted. So here are my 15 most influential movies…
Star Wars – my first true movie-love. Star Wars taught me how to dream.
Rocky (Any of them, or all of them) – The ultimate underdog story of our time. Any, or all of the Rocky movies will suffice.
The Matrix (the first one only) – In addition to being the most influential sci-fi movie of the last 25 years, this movie reminds me that the only limits are one’s imagination. There is no spoon, indeed…
Napoleon Dynamite – another underdog story. A surprisingly powerful story about love, family, friendships and perseverance.
Dead Poet’s Society – The movie that really made me fall in love with English Literature and made me want to be a teacher.
Silver Linings Playbook – A story about a less-than-perfect guy trying to rebuild his life. ‘Nuff said.
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy – Before the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, no other movie had done as good of a job of transporting me to another world since Star Wars. “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”
Swingers – another great guy movie. This one taught me that sometimes you are are money, even if you don’t know it.
Singles – A movie that captured a great moment in time: the Seattle musical movement of the early 1990s and a series of great inter-connected love stories.
Pulp Fiction – By far, the most influential American movie, of any genre, of the last 30 years. Timeless and yet so relevant.
Finding Nemo – A modern day version of The Odyssey, and a great father-son story about a father who takes on an a nearly-impossible task of finding his son; and becomes a man along the way. I don’t care what anyone says, Finding Nemo is Marlin’s story. Period.
Fast Times at Ridgemont High – another movie that really capture a moment in time for me. It follows the real calendar by which young Americans live…the academic school-year calendar.
Field of Dreams – A man who go to any lengths to answer his inner calling. A true father and son story, and it revolves around baseball.
Superman: The Movie – Yes, I’m a Batman guy, but this is still, the stick by which all other superhero movies are measured.
There’s my 15. Thoughts…?
On Monday morning, I got an e-mail from my attorney, stating that the STBX was served on Friday night. It was anti-climactic to say the least. For all of my thoughts leading up to it happening – the screaming match I imagined, the idle threats for which I mentally prepared myself, the thinly veiled Facebook postings alluding to our relationship – there was no reaction from her. Nothing. I’m not complaining. I’m just surprised.
Equally surprising have been my feelings about it. I thought I would be excited about it. I thought it would feel empowering. I thought I would be gloating. Instead, I feel none of that. When I saw it, it was just another e-mail.One of my favorite sayings is “the opposite of love is not hate; it’s indifference”. Maybe I’m just indifferent to the whole thing at this point. For some time, I’ve been telling myself, and anyone who would listen, that I just want to move forward. I guess I actually meant it.
Maybe she didn’t actually get the letter yet. Maybe she’s keeping quiet to mess with me. The one constant in her personality has been her inability to think before opening her mouth to speak. Maybe getting served knocked her off of her high horse.
Okay, I REALLY doubt that last line.
I have good days and I have bad days. On those days in-the-middle, i have good times and i have bad times.
Earlier tonight was one of those bad times. As time drags on, i’m having a harder time dealing with not seeing my son. I occurred to me earlier tonight that this – living w/ my parents, scraping to get by, going back to school – this is my life now. It’s not a vacation; it is the new normal. And it sucks.
Today is September 11 and by and large, I’ve done a pretty good of avoiding all of the 9/11 TV specials. This is especially interesting since I’ve been home all day. I may be that 9/11 is finally becoming just another day in history for most of us. In my opinion, that’s a good thing. it suggests a return to normalcy for the country at large.
I finally went through the separation document the STBX had written up and put my remarks into a Word document for my lawyer to look at. I hope to finally send that to him tomorrow.
Yesterday, I started something I should have done 22 years ago. Inspired by my high school reunion, I decided to finally label photos from my trip to France all those years ago. Whatever it takes, I guess.
Tonight is my 20 year high school reunion and I’m not sure why I’m so excited about. I didn’t have a lot friends in high school – at least not many that I graduated with. Most of my friends were either a year older or younger than myself.
I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I haven’t been very social since returning to the Heights. I mean, I’ve been out a few times but this is different.
Mostly, I feel like this is my time to cast out some old demons. I don’t mean that in a “confront the old schoolyard bully” way. I don’t have a ton of great high school stories; and I make no secret of the fact that I feel the real fun began in college. But I feel like its time to bury the proverbial hatchet with my past, let go with old grudges from my awkward years and move on.
Truth be told, if it wasn’t for the number of friend requests I got on Facebook, I probably wouldn’t have even considered going.
The other day, Sis said “Maybe things happen for a reason”. I’m hopeful, but trying not to get my hopes too high.
- I Crashed a High School Reunion (52milespermonth.wordpress.com)
When I wasn’t taking my impending separation well, my soon-to-be-ex-wife suggested that I start writing again.
Be careful what you wish for…
I’m 38 and the father of the greatest five-year old boy in the world. Twenty-nine days ago I moved out my house, leaving my son and my-soon-to-be-ex-wife (hereafter referred to as the STBX) five states away and back in with my parents. It was (and is) the only option I had (and have) available at the moment.
Thomas Wolfe was right when he said “you can’t go home again“. I thought I’d be excited top be back in familiar surroundings, but it isn’t the same place anymore. So much of the area has built up in the last eight years, and so much of it was abandoned when the economy sank a few years back. I used to know every single family who lived on my block. Now I hardly recognize any of the houses, let alone the people who now live in them. A very bizarre sensation, but one I should have expected.
My immediate family has been great. God bless ’em. They have been the very model of unconditional love. My brother and my Dad helped me pack my things and move back here. My mother, unable to unable to make the trip herself, was here to welcome me with open arms when we got back. My sister has proven once again to be a great friend, confidante and drinking partner.
A SIDE NOTE: No matter how old you are, your parents will always treat you like you’re eight years old. At least the really good ones will. Sure, it’s annoying at times but they mean well. Taking care of you is the mission with which they were charged when you were born. It’s just in their DNA.
Getting back to me: I think I’m adjusting to my new-old life fairly well. At times, I feel a little lost. I’m currently not working, but my plan is to get back into school this fall to finish my Master’s degree. I’ll probably have to move to wherever I can find a job, but ideally I’d like to be relatively close to my son. I have no intention of becoming a “weekend and holiday dad”. To her credit, my STBX and I have thus far remained “a united front” on all things pertaining to our son.
On a different topic: my 20 year high school reunion is coming up. I did not attend either my 5 or 10 year reunions but I’m excited about this one. I did not particularly enjoy my high school years, I’m curious to see some of my old classmates again. I blame Facebook for this change of heart. When I got on there, I started friending people whom I went to school with but never talked to. Social media really has changed our world.
ANOTHER SIDE NOTE: Anyone who tells you that high school is the best time of your life has never been to college.