Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Since love makes the world go round

Are you in love? 
Do you have a type? 
I don't think I do since at different stages in my life I have been fascinated by completely different people.
By age 10 I was in love with Doogie Howser MD. He was a genius, could cure anything and was handsome according to 10 yr old me.
Luckily things changed and I moved on to having a Leonardo Dicaprio obsession at around age 12.
That was followed by Wolverine, James Bond, Spiderman's friend, a Vampire, a few musicians, many more unrealistic loves and some others.
Then I came back to reality and focused on Leo again. What's not to love about him? He looks good and cares about saving the planet.
1000 points to him. 

And to the rest of you,
Here's one of my favourite songs just for you...

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
I want more fans, you want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You're always trying to keep it real
And I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you.

And if you have a little trouble finding a way to shower all that lovehere's a little help.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Sweet Dreams

I watched Midnight in Paris yesterday.
Woody Allen has made Paris look oh so beootifool and oh so romantique.
Not quite how I remember Paris. Maybe because I was busy stuffing my face with cheese and chocolate and for some reason salmon.

The movie was lovely. Weird too. But lovely. 

(Don't read the next paragraph unless you've already watched the movie. I hate when people tell you the story and kill it for you).

Owen Wilson - (a screenwriter engaged to Rachel McAdams) gets transported every night at Midnight to Paris in the 20's. 
A time he felt was the Golden Age.
He meets Dali and Hemingway and Picasso and so many others.
He can't believe how lucky he is.
And when he explains the fact that he's from the future while having a drink with a few surrealists, they don't see anything wrong in it. They understand strange.
He falls in love with Adriana - Picasso's lover/ muse.
She takes him back to la Belle Époque - what according to her was Paris' Golden Age.
Here they meet Gaugin, Degas and they think the Renaissance was the Golden Age.
They probably fantasize about having a chat with Michelangelo and Da Vinci.
After a few crazy nights of time traveling, parties and finding love, Owen Wilson decides to part ways with Adriana and live in the present.
Where he instantaneously finds love.
Good enough to forget his fiancé who he ditched minutes earlier.
And this love loves Paris in the rain too.
A match made in heaven.

It was just the most beautiful story and the movie had a real Woody Allen feel to it. The credits roll in the strangest way as they do in most of his films which to me end up looking like TV movies. 
But then there were minutes of nothing but music and the beauty that is Paris. 
(If you're wondering who the museum girl is - it's Carla Bruni.
And the French girl who loves Paris in the rain is the assassin from MI4.
Figuring that out took me a while and was really killing me so I thought I'd save you the trouble.)

But, as I was going to sleep last night I couldn't help but think...
Where would I like to be transported to?
Would I be excited/ overwhelmed/ intimidated/ would I burst with creativity in their company?
I would love to have tea with Dali,
Or jello with Michelangelo
But, maybe I should stop rhyming and just live in the present.

As someone once said, 
"Yesterday is History, 
Tomorrow is a Mystery,
Today is a Gift,
That's why it's called the Present."

Or just forget all that and go to sleep and have my dreams directed by Woody Allen.

Because besides ice cream nothing in life should be vanilla.

Sweet dreams.
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