On Living

On Living

Sometimes you can’t get enough of it; sometimes it can’t get enough of you.

Sometimes it hurts like hell; sometimes you know the pleasure will kill you.

Sometimes you lie to preserve the truth; sometimes you tell the truth to preserve a lie.

Sometimes you hope the end never comes; sometimes all you want is for it all to end.

Sometimes you force yourself to believe that everything will be okay; sometimes okay abandons you. Read more

They’ll Dance.

They’ll Dance.

[an excerpt*]

She had never really thought about it before, except under the specific circumstance of riding in Economy Plus on the night flight from Auckland, Auckland, NZ to Honolulu, Hawaii, USA. For it was on this flight that she watched, for the third or fourth time, Ant-Man and the Wasp. The first time, of course, is the most notable version of this movie-going experience. Read more

You, Dance!

You, Dance!

And you can’t put your finger on the impulse, but it’s strong. Whenever you see Paul Rudd dance, as you are well aware, you cannot deny how greatly you enjoy the specific quirkiness of his body’s movement to a beat. There he is, entertaining an audience for their pleasure, and immediately, he breaks out into lip-synced song and dance. Read more

Dance, Ant-Man!

Dance, Ant-Man!

So, there’s this thing that I love, and I just realized, literally in this exact moment, that I do not know quite how to describe my love for it. To begin, do we all know who Paul Rudd is? If you don’t, I don’t really know what to tell you. If you do, then the thing I love will probably be understood, but this does not necessarily mean that you will agree. Every time I see Paul Rudd dance, I smile. I laugh. I absolutely love the sight of it. But, I don’t know what it is exactly about the way that he dances that I love so much. And yes, I do realize that I’ve used the word love, and it’s a strong word, and it’s appropriate. Read more