Jurassic World – movie review (Spoilers coming. If you haven’t seen the movie – STOP NOW!!)
Last Sunday (Father’s Day), Sarah (my youngest) took me to see “Jurassic World“. Sarah loves dinosaur movies and all things John Williams. Okay, John didn’t contribute to this film, but some of the compositions have little samples from John’s original score from the first “Jurassic Park“.
So, what’s the movie about and is it any good? Uh, dinosaurs and heck YES!!
So, the plot is basically, intro scenes, some talk, (blah, blah, blah, ethics lesson,) dinosaur eats human, (blah, blah, more ethics lessons, blah,) dinosaur kills other dinosaurs, blah, blah (arggh, MORE ethics!), dinosaur kills and/or eats more humans, and repeat until biggest dinosaur (Mosasaurus) eats not as big, steroid-raptor dinosaur and T-Rex roars: “Not in MY house!!” (Okay, I kinda made that last part up, but just kinda.) And then we fade to a happy ending – surviving.
The acting is okay. The pace is pretty good. The special effects are great – but I may be biased. I love dinosaur movies (there I said it!), too. And of course, one of the bad guys escaped with some amber for a sequel. Final recommendation: Go see it again! The film has raked in over $1 Billion dollars in just two weekends. If you haven’t seen it, get out from under your rock or outta your cave (or wherever you’re hiding) and go! Highly recommended summer action and adventure movie. As usual, a disclaimer – some intense (munch) scenes may be too much for small children; it’s also not realistic science. It is an entertaining movie.
He gave us strength in time of trouble, wisdom in time of uncertainty, and sharing in times of happiness. He will always be by our side.
Love is not an easy feeling to put into words. Nor is loyalty or trust or joy. But he was all of these. He loved life completely and he lived it intensely.
— Edward Kennedy speaking at Robert Kennedy’s funeral
[On New Year’s Day, Raymond Beierly succumbed to the flu. Ray is the older brother of my childhood best friend Ralph. I have known the Beierly family since I was seven years old – over 50 years. I spoke with Ray a few weeks ago and we promised to get together in the new year… We chatted, laughed, talked sports briefly and then, as we almost always did, we waxed philosophical and talked about life, family, growing older and retiring. I wish I knew then that it would be our last conversation and I would have told him how much I looked up to him for his ability to face the world with kindness and an optimistic acceptance of the vagaries of life. Ray was a musician, a poet, a painter and a friend. My life has been better for knowing him and will be lesser for his passing. Rest in peace, my friend! — KMAB]
“Listen to me, Amin,” I said slowly. “Listen to me very carefully. Nothing is the same. Nothing will ever be the same again. There lives on this earth a woman who can be my friend and my lover. Do you understand that? Do you understand what a marvelous thing that is?”
“A friend is a friend,” Uthman interrupted, “and a woman is a woman. You can’t have them in one person. The whole world knows that.”
“If that’s what the whole world knows, …then the whole world is wrong.”
― Barbara Cohen,
From: “Seven Daughters and Seven Sons“
[This quote has been significantly modified and does not convey the original meaning. Apologies to the author. I like it better my way.
The National Cancer Survivors Day is a secular holiday celebrated on the first Sunday in June in the United States. The day is meant to demonstrate that life after a cancer diagnosis can be a reality. My mom, who recently turned 87yrs old, is a 25+ years Cancer survivor. (Go Mom!!)
Colored ribbons have come to mean support for many causes. Above are the colors relevant to Cancer. Please take a moment to pray for those currently suffering from all the various forms of cancer (and their families and loved ones).
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
— Kahlil Gibran
[Thirty years ago today, I met my lovely wife Hilary. I have no words to adequately express the gratitude I feel for the gifts of her love and our three wonderful children. It seems so small a thing to simply say: “I love you now, more than ever. And… I will love you forever. And… God Only Knows what I’d do without you.” — KMAB]
