Saw The Life of David Gale last night and really loved it. Twelve hours later, I can't get it out of my head. Forgive it its implausabilities and overwrought moments, and be glad it was in the hands of a capable director and a handful of superb actors, rather than it being, say, a Bruce Willis and Cameron Diaz vehicle. I was going to say "Julia Roberts" but I've been rather hard on Ms Roberts in this diary.
One of its themes is self-sacrifice for a greater good, something I'd already been thinking about yesterday after reading about this guy and his "human shield" prgram. There is a difference between self-sacrifice and just plain suicide, and I think these folks have crossed it. I admire their bravado and their following their consciences, but so far all I've heard is how disorganized the effort is, and I don't see much good coming from their mission. I hope I'm wrong.
God bless Neil Pollack.
The Salvation Army gods have been very good to me these past few weeks. It's getting so that, were I to come into money, I would be reluctant to spend it at a regular retail store.
What I love about S.A. shopping is that, as far they are concerned, all clothing is created equal. Thus a skimpy, moth-eaten Old Navy monstrosity and a bulky handknit Land's End sweater are both $3.00.
Here's what I've pulled in the lucky month of February:
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