Maybe Jules and Vincent (played by Samuel L. Jackson & John Travolta) have something to teach us about Easter from their dialogue in Pulp Fiction. Below is an excerpt from the screenplay. INT. APARTMENT – DAY The bathroom door BURSTS OPEN and the Fourth Man CHARGES out, silver Magnum raised, FIRING SIX BOOMING SHOTS from … More Finding Easter in Pulp Fiction
This was our family’s Christmas greeting at the end of last year; for some reason I didn’t think to post it here. It features all of our kids and grand-kids (Lucas has been born since) and was filmed in three different countries. Even though I’m late I will post it anyway, to make it part … More Happy!
As I write, Eva, one of my daughters, is at the doctor’s office with her partner, Matt, getting their first view of the new life forming in her womb. If all goes well, this little child – to be born in the summer of 2015 – has every chance of living into the next century. … More White Stone
This past week the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) in British Columbia released a “Ten Most-Wanted Criminals” list; two hand-counts of bad guys on the lam. Mug-shots and criminal histories included. My plans to move to British Columbia are moving ahead at a good clip, so it was not without some interest that I read … More Most-wanted
My most-often used social networking site – the one which has turned a 26-year-old Harvard alumnus into a multi-billionaire – tells me I currently have 191 “Friends”. That’s not many by the standards of some. When I look at the profile of one of those Friends of mine I discover he lists 4243 Friends. Which, … More Friends
Renata never nags me, thankfully, but she can be fairly persistent with her suggestions, especially when it comes to my well-being. So last week I went to my doctor about a cough which I’ve had for nearly two months. While I took heavy breaths he listened to my lungs, left and right, front and back, … More Coughing, Fit
My bookshelf has a small Arabic section, mostly dictionaries, grammars and the like. Fifteen years ago I begged my way into the University of Amsterdam’s Semitic languages faculty; I didn’t have the prerequisite degree to do master’s level language study, but because of my time in Morocco I was able to convince the academic staff … More “It’s only words…..”