Monday Finds

Here’s some stuff I’ve found around the interwebs:

Ever want to know how to cite a tweet for a paper? Yeah, that’s where we are now in life.

I finally saw “The Iron Lady” over the weekend, and is it bad that I was more excited to see this movie, and this movie than Meryl’s flick? I left the theater not impressed with the movie, but impressed with Ms. Streep.

I saw this on and on Tumblr, and now this makes me want to learn how to do it in Photoshop. If Jack Nicholson doesn’t make you want to jump out of your skin, or evoke nightmares, just go away.

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Scott Avett of The Avett Brothers


I would like one of these please. Preferably, Harry Potter, Amelie, Wizard of Oz, or Benjamin Button.

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Stop the Uggs

Please. For the children.

This video has yet to get old. I hope they go on tour again, and that they come somewhere in my vicinity.

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Jared Leto in My So Called Life

Yes. And this. Never gets old…except that he is 40 now, and looks 25.

I’m on Spring Break, so now I can get back to blogging, reading non school related books, and catching up on TV/movies.

–I finished “Commencement” by J. Courtney Sullivan. I loved it, and read the review here.

–Next up, finishing “Paris was Ours” and “Inspirations: Selections from Classic Literature

Words to end my findings:

A Ritual to Read to Each Other” by William Stafford

If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider–
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give–yes or no, or maybe–
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.


The Final Harry Potter: It opens at the close. For real.

During the summer of 2001, I was a high school graduate. I taught swimming lessons daily at the Cordova Athletic Club(now I think it’s going to be/already the YMCA in Cordova, TN), and pretty much counted down the days before I became a co-ed at University of Memphis. A high school friend of mine(who became my dorm roommate for a split second in 2003) called me to hang out and we watched a movie that I meant to see earlier in the year.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.

I can vividly remember loving every minute of this movie and little did I know that I would begin a 10 year relationship with the book and movie series. This Thursday night at midnight, I will be seeing the final installment and not sure how I will be. I have avoided spoilers on Tumblr(as in how the film was made, clips of certain scenes, etc.) Everyone is waiting for “The Kiss.”

Many people I know aren’t fans. That’s fine. I know a few who stray from any big fad in books or movies(i.e. could care less about the “Twilight” series, or watching “True Blood”, for example). Totally understandable, as I saw “The Blind Side” and thought, so what? I wanted my time back.

Harry Potter to me has been a constant reading joy. I looked forward to the next book and even more to the film. I will admit that I didn’t read every book-a few I stopped and started. The last two books I read cover to cover very, very quickly and even had to separate kids when the Half Blood Prince came out in 2005 when I was a camp counselor because kids were ruining the twist.  Crying kids and Harry Potter are no bueno. I’m always a believer of the printed word vs the film adaptation.

JK Rowling created a world that I could escape to during my years in college and today. She wrote characters that represented loyalty, friendship, mischief, love, and family. Who wouldn’t want to live in the Burrow and be a Weasley? Or see an owl and hope to receive a letter from Hogwarts(ok…that’s a stretch, but I actually saw an owl in the spring and that little dude was a badass). Or see how people from different backgrounds can be friends regardless of what other people think? Swoon for Hermione and Ron?  Reading was considered cool. As the kids at Hogwarts grew up, they had true teenage angst, and worries, and the usual “does he/she like me?” which probably helped young readers figure out their own lives. As an older reader, I loved seeing how Rowling took names from different languages and biblical/historical terms and wove them into her stories. My trip to London last March had a few HP moments with the students-St. Pancras station was a big hit. I went even so far as to use a few names in my 2006 crack at teaching to help explain that day’s vocabulary homework. Whatever works…

I will miss the possibility of more stories, and more about grown up Harry/Ron/Hermione/Ginny/Draco/Neville/Luna but I know I can always pop in a DVD or pick up a book. The world of Harry Potter has become such a representation for British film and I know lighting will probably never strike again.  I’ve been keeping the newspaper articles, watched some of the premieres, and admired Emma Watson’s fashion. I can only look forward to where these actors go next, and remember  fondly Dumbledore’s saying:

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”