It’s hard to believe we’ve burnt through almost half of July already. Rhonda and I have a quick getaway planned for later in the week–more then, with pics. I’ve been shopping online for a new four-thirds digital camera but I’m not sure I’m ready to take that plunge. Maybe in a Sunday Serial in the future.
Coppola Chardonnay
Rhonda and I nipped out to the Maplewood for a quiet dinner on Friday. I switched out the Kendall Jackson Chard we usually get for the Coppola, out of curiosity. It’s a less luscious, brighter take on the varietal. Affordable and good.
Superman
I’m cheating since I wrote about Superman earlier in the weekend, but it was a really good flick. I came up on Superman starting with the Super Friends TV show, which wasn’t good, and then the Christopher Reeve films, of which I have fond memories (the first two only) but Reeve’s Boy Scout portrayal cemented, in me, my preference more conflicted, vulnerable characters like Batman, Daredevil, and Punisher. Superman has always been a monolith where others are more human: fractious, duplicitous, obsessed, yes, but alternately selfless and committed. James Gunn’s Superman is no Ubermensch; we enjoy a Superman just as conflicted and unsure of himself as we humans are.
Superman is an ideal. He represents the best we can aspire to be. He’s not the hero you relate to, à la Peter Parker/Spider-Man’s ongoing struggle to pay his rent and buy Aunt May her damn medicine. He’s the hero who inspires you, who shows you the way.
James Gunn’s ‘Superman’ movie is corny. Which is why it gets Superman right
The sun gives Superman superhuman powers; I get a pool and spritzes. Being Supes was fun for a couple of hours, but I’ll take the pool.
Home
I got stuck a couple of miles from home due to a flash flood. It was maddening to be in walking distance of home and not be able to get there. When I finally pulled into the driveway and a broad grin spread over my face, I reflected that that might be how Aaron will feel when he first comes back from college in the midst of his first semester. Coming home is a simple pleasure that I experience every day, but is something you realize you take for granted when circumstances impinge upon custom.
We all want a soft place to fall.