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December 20, 2009
Completed a run of "The Christmas Express" with a great bunch of folks at ACToR. Thanks guys!
September 12, 2009
Much has happened since January which has not made "The News"... Tip of the hat to all friends newly reconnected!
September 11, 2009
Openning night of "Its Murder in the Wings" with ACToR. Amateur Community Theatre of Rowlett
September 06, 2009
Heard the my Uncle Wayne, "Louie", has passed to that great Elvis record collection in the sky
September, 2009
Heard from Kim Behrendt on facebook! Hiya Behr!
January 22, 2009
My friend Bo reminded me of something I had forgotten... thanks Bo!
January 17, 2009
Steve and Cam go SAREXing with the CAP!
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The Whole Being Greater...
The 1812 overture always makes me cry. I've tried to look at this phenomena and understand why. It would be a good thing to know!
Perhaps in knowing I could somehow preclude the occurance and spare myself some embarrassment. Probably not.
Certainly it's a beautiful piece of music, and that's part of it, but not really the whole of it.
I think, to really understand, I need to look at the other things that "choke me up."
Movies where good wins in the end
Movies that are sad, but have a good message, about love, or just plain goodness
Commercials (ya... the old Mean Joe Green - Coke commercial is a bawler)
A truly outstanding performance... by anyone
The playing of the national anthem (a good rendition, not the old TV sign-off version)
A song with lyrics that exquisitely represent a moment or feeling
Oh hell, if the wind blows through the trees just right I tear up
So there it is. I'm just a sap. Still doesn't explain it, the why...
I think it's the story. When the story is triumphant, when it's sorrowful, when it's poignant, when it's liberating, all these things
exemplify the goodness, the strength, the courage in people. They remind me of the things that I hold dear and sometimes have a
difficult time seeing in others day to day. Mostly, I think, it's the goodness.
When I hear the national anthem, and think of the words (which I can't help but do), I'm reminded of people who actually witnessed
the bombs bursting in air (tearing up right now) and how they must have felt to see that one icon of what they fought for survive the
battle even when so many around them did not.
I'm all over the place here. I honestly didn't expect to be. I thought I had a better grip on "why".
Groupness... wholeness... perhaps the answer lies there. The exemplification of John Donne's assertion that "No man is an island, entire of itself"
touches me on a viceral level because I've always been painfully aware of my own isolation by virtue of being human.
When I perceive something which seems to negate that knowledge I am moved.
The 1812 Overture is lines and symbols on a piece of paper until an orchestra gives it life. That life is lived countless times... over and over again, no single
instance exactly the same, no single instance entirely different.
Every instance is a thing of beauty if for no other reason than it takes so many working together to make it possible.
Therein lay the truth of the "why". All these things remind me that I am alone.
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