Last week I had the great pleasure of seeing one of my most looked-up-to individuals at a movie screening/talk at the 92nd Street Y. As a part of the Reel Pieces series, my friend and I were able to preview the drama Loveship, Hateship (based off of Alice Munro’s short story “Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage”) and sit in on a discussion that Columbia Film Professor Annette Insdorf held with the film’s director, Liza Johnson and the star of the movie, Kristen Wiig.
Realtalk, I’m not much of a film expert (although I also finally watched Dallas Buyer’s Club and Nebraska this weekend — A+ to both!); this event had me at “Kristen Wiig will be there.” Poor blessed Annette Insdorf tried her best to ask Ms. Johnson questions that wouldn’t bore the audience to sleep and stay on topic of the film, but 90% of the discussion and questions…
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Some words on accountability from a dear friend :
for wrongs committed–there
are no secret deeds.
Each is revealed in the Light.
wrong is greater, therefore yours
does not count; each are a
stain upon the soul.
whom you have harmed.
Ask them to forgive you.
If they do not, you have done your part.
No error is too small to ignore,
or too grave to forgive.
who continue to harm you,
but leave with your heart
free of bitterness; pray for them
that they may choose the Light.
for thought and deed.
Delay not, right your wrongs;
live in peace and harmony,
walking the path of Light and Love.
It’s not uncommon to hear someone say that they were haunted by an image, often an old photograph. It is a figurative and evocative expression. To say that an image is haunting is to say that the image has lodged itself in the mind like a ghost might stubbornly take up residence in a house, or that it has somehow gotten a hold of the imagination and in the imagination lives on as a spectral after-image. When we speak of images of the deceased, of course, the language of haunting approaches its literal meaning. In these photographs, the dead enjoy an afterlife in the imagination.
I’ve lately been haunted myself by one such photograph. It is a well-known image of Lewis Powell, the man hung for his failed attempt to assassinate Secretary of State William Seward. On the same night that John Wilkes Booth murdered the president, Powell was to…
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A Dream Came True.
Since childhood, we all have been brought up watching Olympics. Olympics are the mother of all the sporting events. I always thought about that one day i would be watching it live instead on the media or TV sets. It doesnt matter if my countrymen would be playing in that particular game or not, its just a matter of Unity and Peace in sports to support the Olympics. The day came, after done some massive and detailed planning and research, i finally managed to get the tickets for two olympics events. Football and the Boxing. Initially i was little astonished when i was trying to get the tickets online, as i am being non European couldn’t get the ticket online from official website of London 2012 OIympics. I dont want to go into details here, just added few lines on how i manage the tickets, i will give details about it in my next blogs. Keep reading.
Here i just want to share what my eyes saw, my companion CANON camera captured the breathtaking scenes of Women football final. It was the biggest gathering in any of the Olympics games – 80230 official attendance.
And the Party Started :
Crowd entering the Stadium before the Match.
More than 80,000 people coming to support their teams.
Before the Match, teams are forming up.
USA on attack. Japanese defense was great.
USA at 1st Position.
Enjoyment in the stadium.
American team thanking the crowd after the match.
One of many US supporter.
The end of the great Party.