I can't say enough about Bella-it was just so, so great. I see movies in the theatre pretty rarely, a combination of MacFrugal-ness and a general dearth of films that interest me, I guess. Also, there's the thought that everything I see will be filed away somewhere on my hard drive-and do I really want to carry around National Treasure 2 for the rest of my life?
But, Lisa called and invited me, and suddenly I found myself sitting at the Del Mar Theatre (site of one of my favorite Mcjobs-I think I brought new meaning to the word slacker that summer (remember, Contessa?) Anyway, as I sat there in the dark,with the story unfolding before me, I suddenly realized that I couldn't stop weeping. I chewed on my thumbnail, trying not to make any sound. I was coming off an emotionally draining week, and had been looking forward to a few hours without the B.T. (beloved toddler) getting tangled up in my legs as if I was trying to tread water in a kelp forest.
Bella is dazzling: life-affirming, hope-filled & joyous; I left the film wanting to see my daughter, to hug her, to watch her jump and dance to B's ukulele.
I was going to download the trailer from You Tube to post here, but I have a general aversion to You Tube blog posts-they take too long to download, and I'm liable to get antsy enough to actually begin the task from which I am procrastinating in the first place. So go look it up yourself.
I went to the only showing of it in Santa Cruz county last weekend; a benefit for the Siena House, a Catholic maternity home in the old nunnery between Holy Cross Church and the old Santa Cruz Mission. I have volunteered for the Siena House in the past, working in their walled garden, at least I did until I completely flaked on them. It's been nearly 3 years, but I still slink down in my seat a little bit when I drive past. I would like to resume work in their garden, but I am afraid I will only let them down again.
Why I Am Not A Catholic Groupie, After All: Tales from the Catholic Steak House
I had to go to the local Catholic bookstore to buy the tix, presumably because it was a benefit. I began to nose around the back of the store and after a while I realized I'd broken one of my cardinal (hehe) rules when it comes to the Catholics: don't look too closely. I'm sorry to say it, but it's true. I always get enamored of the holidays, traditions, poetry, writers (Chesterton, Tolkien, etc) architecture, art, music, acts of mercy and incarnational living; but eventually I come up against one wee little thing: their decidedly wacky theology. I ended up guffawing loudly in the children's section at the Catechism flash cards and a book called The Prenatal Christ that featured drawings of Mary's glowing belly and a voice coming out of it saying,"I am the zygote Jesus, and I have gestated for approximately 3 weeks." I had to leave the store. But not before I bought a cool little book of Francis Thompson's "Hound of Heaven"; (I'm sort of related to him, and it's a fabulous poem.) But see what I mean? Where else would I find that poem, illustrated so groovy, for only $4?
So go visit this place: 'Agnus Dei Bookstore'; (that's 'Lamb of God' for all those Germanic language speakers out there)-situated in all it's papist glory right downtown, in the old mortuary building on the corner of Walnut and Cedar Sts. Some time back at a local parade it was mistakenly announced as the 'Angus D', and it's been known in our circle as the Catholic Steak House every since.
Posted by Colleen Franklin at 1/15/2008
items of note:
- 327 market
- a paper elephant::heidi
- an organic experience::the other
- aunty suzanne brewer
- bbc 4:: gardener's question time
- bricks in the cave::children's adventure story
- dani the poet
- esther in the garden
- esther's boring garden blog
- etsy::all things handmade
- garden rant: garden blog for the courageous and dirty
- i like it::scotland as few have seen it
- let them parachute in
- lizzy cantu
- loose and leafy::lucy
- mayor of dannyland
- neal breakey
- nori::seaweed girl
- o.t. girl::my favourite anonymous o.t.
- pictures just pictures
- polar goldie cats: (secret: i am tam's little sister)
- sarah::appearing as herself
- sir gibby::b'liciousbennet
- the molly
- vintage faith church
- YWAM Seamill, Scotland: dearly missed
Read Your Way Through the Garden: Choice Tomes From Garden Literature
- A Book of Salvias by Betsy Clebsch
- Botany for Gardeners by Brian Capon
- Making Bentwood Trellises by Jim Long
- RHS Encyclopedia of Plants & Flowers
- Rose Primer: An Organic Approach to Rose Selection & Care by Orin Martin
- Start With the Soil by Grace Gershuny
- Sunset Western Garden Book
- Sunset Western Landscaping Book
- The Book of Garden Secrets by Patent & Bilderback
- The Concise Oxford Dictionary of Botany
- the Gardener's Table: A Guide to Natural Vegetable Growing and Cooking by Richard Merrill & Joe Ortiz
- The Gardener's Year by Karel Capek
- The Hutchinson Dictionary of Plant Names: Common & Botanical
- We Made A Garden by Margaret Fish
lotsa latin: rosa's botanical & etymological ruminations
- vespertinus: flowers in the evening
- veni vidi nates calcalvi: we came, we saw, we kicked butt. This was printed on a T shirt I bought at Abbot's Thrift many years ago. It encircled the NEA symbol. I wish I knew why.
- superciliaris: shaped like an eyebrow ex: sturnella superciliaris, the White-browed Blackbird
- rosa-sinensis: species of Hibiscus: Hibiscus rosa-sinensis. Lit. Rosa of China, so named by British plant hunters.
- placentiformis: shaped like a cake ex: discocactus placentiformis
- nudiflorus: flowers before leaves show ex: flowering quince, magnolia
- nivalis: growing in or near snow ex: galanthus nivalis (common snowdrop)
- muralis: growing on walls
- mirabilis: marvellous, wonderful
- formosa: beautiful ex: dicentra formosa, a.k.a.western bleeding heart/dutchman's breeches/lady in a bath
- carpe vitam: get a life
- Carolus Linnaeus: Latinized name of Carl von Linne (1707-1778), Swedish naturalist considered the father of plant taxonomy. Whatta guy.