To encourage a bit more variety in my blogging posts and to help distance this site from the one of old, I’m installing this monthly post where I summarize the previous month’s activity in a wraparound that will hopefully give people the chance to go back and find stuff they might have missed, as well as keep them apprised of any changes or news that happened that month.
June was the month of my grandmother’s visit. She spent four weeks here in New Jersey with us, having made the exhausting journey from England to the United States at the age of 86. Sipping limoncello in the shade became a motif while she watched her great-grandchildren splash in the pool. This was the first time I had seen her in 12 years. The first time I’d seen her without her lifelong friend and partner by her side. The first time since my grandfather on the other side passed the year prior. The first time since I said goodbye to my dear mother.
So much can change — does change — in a decade, but what hasn’t is my family’s support of my hobbies and passions. My Nan hasn’t quite got the wherewithal to be a daily visitor, but she asked me during her stay how the writing was going. Over these years those hobbies and passions have also changed. The last time I saw her was in England, and I was doing that thing where you skate up and down ramps and slide down rails and ledges — for no discernible purpose other than to get hurt. An entire decade’s worth of climbing has elapsed as well, an activity in which I made such great friends. I have gone through the whole rolodex of obscure, niched hobbies and yet, she sorted through all of that history. She found where I am today, despite all that distance time put between us.
So with that said, thank you to my Nan and as always to YOU, for reading what I have had to say. And this is what has been going on on Thomas J during the month of June.
An Embarrassing Admission
The other day I caught Nic Cage in the 2009 global disaster movie Knowing. Even knowing what had been said about this rig, merely one of several in a long string of titles that have all but sullied the good Coppola name, I still allowed this to happen to me. If you care to know, the movie is about a professor (Cage) and his son coming into the possession of a cryptic message that seems to have predicted every single major disaster that has occurred over the last 50 years, including the dates, death tolls and geographic coordinates of those events. It even goes on to warn the lucky recipient about an impending apocalypse. Something about the sun going kablooey. Sure, Knowing is terrible, but it’s not the fact Cage plays an MIT professor who gets caught up in the most absurd plotline you’ve seen since Howard the Duck that makes it so. It’s mostly bad because the tone is just so unrelentingly dour. Why so serious Mr. Proyas?
But what really makes this an embarrassing admission is that . . . well, no real surprise here. I liked it! May all our children be kidnapped by aliums and taken away to the Garden of Eden on some remote planet. Good god man this movie is silly. I just wish Mr. Cage got to let loose a little more in this one. That was probably my biggest grievance.
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