Saw this video uploaded by the Fast and Furious fan page which is their short tribute to Paul Walker.
Fans will probably kill me now, but to be honest, he’s not the BEST actor around here. But he gets into you. He grows on you. That’s why he’s on my “Stars to See in Person Before I Die.” And his name will never be crossed out. I envy my boss for seeing him in one of the conventions she went to early this year in Las Vegas.
But that is not the point of this entry.
I browsed a few comments and this one comment by Alex Samuels struck me the most. It sums up everything!
Bayside Blue Walker
If one day the speed kills me, do not cry because I was smiling.
That Bayside Blue always keeps them staring when I’m driving.
It’s funny how someone you barely knew can completely change your whole perspective.
Some called him Paul while others called him Brian, the street racing detective.
Some would call what he craved wants; as he lived it was a need.
And even if he slowed down, he always had a need for speed.
While others denied what was going on in the world, he embraced it.
Leaving the scene he kicks the clutch in, puts the hand on the stick, and takes another shift.
As we remember you as a speed demon we remember you as an angel.
We remember that you’d take different drifts to save lives at different angles.
You’re a father, a brother, a son and a teacher as you’ve taught dreams can be reached.
As I heard you passed, I realized that I must practice what has been preached.
Hard work and dedication can lead to all your heart’s desires.
Whether it’s taking a stage, saving a life, or on a street screeching tires.
You’ve shown that you’ll always be down to earth, no matter the magnitude of fame.
And as you look down to earth, you can tell nothing will be the same.
I pray that your family and friends will find the strength to carry on.
It still feels like you’re here even though you’ve been gone.
But thanks to you, you’ve showed me anything can be mine.
And as I gaze into the sky, I see you in the beautiful Skyline.
Rest in peace.
[General Hunger Games/Catching Fire information below; no huge surprises revealed.]
This weekend, Catching Fire, the second chapter of the Hunger Games film adaptations, raked in enormous piles of dough — with over $160 million in one weekend, it’s the biggest November opening ever. Ever. (Take that, Twilight sequels.) Much has been said, and rightly so, about Katniss Everdeen and the way she challenges a lot of traditional narratives about girls. She carries a bow, she fights, she kills, she survives, she’s emotionally unavailable, she’d rather act than talk, and … did we mention she kills?
But one of the most unusual things about Katniss isn’t the way she defies typical gender roles for heroines, but the way Peeta, her arena partner and one of her two love interests, defies typical Hollywood versions of gender roles for boyfriends.
Consider the evidence: Peeta’s family runs a bakery. He can literally bake a cherry pie, as theold song says.
He is physically tough, but markedly less so than she is. He’s got a good firm spine, but he lacks her disconnected approach to killing. Over and over, she finds herself screaming “PEETA!”, not calling for help but going to help, and then running, because he’s gone and done some damn fool thing like gotten himself electrocuted.
Her larger mission — her war against the Capitol — often drifts out of focus behind her smaller, more immediate mission: saving Peeta. She lets others know that if it’s down to the two of them, he should be saved because of his goodness. She is unsurprised when she’s told she doesn’t deserve him.
He encourages her to talk about her feelings. He encourages her to share herself with others. He promises her, falsely but selflessly, that her indifference doesn’t hurt him and she owes him nothing. If she ever wants to come to her senses, come down from those fences, he’ll be there.
He’s better than she is, but softer. He’s less knowing than she is. He’s less cynical than she is. He’s just as tough and as brave as he can possibly be with the skill set he has, and she’s responsible for mopping up when that’s not enough. To fail to protect him is to betray her, because that may well be the only job she gives you.
She kisses him sometimes, but she keeps him on a need-to-know basis, and she decides what he needs to know.
He loves her as she is, while knowing he’ll never change her and parts of her will always be mysterious and out of reach.
Don’t get me wrong: In real life, we all know couples of all gender alignments who operate in this way and in lots of other ways, whether they’re male-female or two guys or two women or whatever; there’s absolutely nothing about baking, physical strength, or emotional accessibility that is inherently gendered in real life for real humans with any consistency. But the movies, or at least the big movies, are different. Going by the traditional Hollywood rules, make no mistake: Peeta is a Movie Girlfriend.
Peeta is Pepper Potts and Gwen Stacy, helping and helping and helping until the very end, when it’s time for the stakes, and the stakes are: NEEDS RESCUE. Peeta is Annie in Speed, who drives that bus like a champ right up until she winds up handcuffed to a pole covered with explosives. Peeta is Holly in Die Hard, who holds down the fort against the terrorists until John McClane can come and find her (and she can give back her maiden name).
In fact, you could argue that Katniss’ conflict between Peeta and Gale is effectively a choice between a traditional Movie Girlfriend and a traditional Movie Boyfriend. Gale, after all, is the one whose bed she winds up steadfastly sitting beside after she helps bind his wounds. Gale explains the revolution to her. She puts up a plan to run; Gale rebuffs it because he presumes himself to know better. Gale is jealous and brooding about his standing with her; Peeta is just sad and contemplative.
Gale works in the mines, not in a bakery. He’s a hunter. He grabs her and kisses her because he simply must. He’s taller. (Real talk: HE’S THOR’S BROTHER.)
There’s more to the unusual gender dynamics in these stories, in other words — particularly, I think, in the films — than the idea of a girl who fights. There’s also a rather delightful mishing and mashing of the ideas of what’s expected from young men in movies where everybody is running around shooting and bleeding.
Last night I had this dream about preparing for my own wedding and even wearing my wedding dress the day before the actual ceremony. I also dreamed about visiting this lovely church with my best friend, also in my wedding dress.
To wear a wedding dress in your dream indicates that you are evaluating and assessing your personal relationship.
To dream of your nuptials indicate a reaffirmation of your commitments. It is also symbolic of a transitional stage occurring in your life.
To dream of a marriage signifies commitment, harmony or transitions. You are undergoing an important developmental phase in your life.
And in all fairness, maybe this interpretation is right. After 4 days of having an own office space, I may be undergoing an important phase in my life. This is slowly sinking in. And I STILL have mixed feelings about it.
- Bigger space to put my garbage (aka newspapers for monitoring) in
- I can control my room temperature. Most of the time I don’t even turn my air conditioning on.
- I don’t have to worry about losing my stuff. But this will only mean that I have to buy my own tape dispenser (because someone took it months ago), bigger stapler (because again, someone stole it) and hole puncher (yes, again, lost). I have to replace company-issued stuff because it will most likely be deducted to my salary when I leave the company.
- My co-workers and I have a place to discuss “office chismis” hehe
- I have to go out of the room to talk to my co-workers.
- I have to go out of the room to interact with them.
- Having a room means bigger expectations, more responsibilities. And it scares the shit out of me.
I need a power hug. And a good patting on the back.