I haven’t updated my blog in a while because I’ve been out of town–then got sick on the trip with strep.  I’ve been hiding under the covers for days.  As soon as I feel better, I’ll post photos of Hawaii.  Truly lovely and a wonderful hotel.

I’ll bet a good dose of this would have cured me!  I could have spooned my way to health.

Every once in a while, I see a movie that just makes me smile and I think about it long after I’ve left the theater.  Young@Heart is just that kind of movie.  I found a review of it online and it sums it up better than I can.

“The film follows a chorus line of senior citizens (average age 80), rehearsing for one of their world tours.  What makes the group different is the music they cover. Radiohead, Sonic Youth, Talking Heads, Coldplay etc.

Of course this is what makes it amusing, but it is also what makes it incredibly moving.  It’s like hearing Johny Cash singing Hurt by Ten Inch Nails. You suddenly hear the words with a clarity and emotion that only someone who has truly lived can convey.

It’s worth adding that these guys have been doing it with an ever changing lineup since the early eighties, a good 15 years before Johnny Cash. It’s a great example of two things clashing together that shouldn’t work but does.

One of the standout moments is when they perform at a prison, where the general air is one of amusement and cynicism, only for the prisoners to end up in tears.

Another is one of the old guys singing “Fix You” by Coldplay, whilst hooked up to an oxygen tank. He dedicated the song to a group member who was supposed to duet with him but died a few days earlier.”

(Above text from The Hungry Head Files)

In any case, this movie (documentary) was fabulous.  I urge you to find it in your local area and RUN see it!  You’ll be glad you did. 

To view the trailer, visit http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3uOOhm8Fj8

So we’re going to the Kona Coast for our anniversary and I thought I’d buy some cute sun-dresses.  I ventured into the mall today and was horrified at this year’s selection of “fashion.”  What’s up with the geometric stuff?  All the colors are hideous.  Pinks, greens . . . gag me.

This dress is a walking bad trip on LSD. 

This one is like wearing the freakin’ Botanical Gardens.  What’s up with hu-mongi flowers on dresses right now?  Petaled flowers the sizes of dinner plates in shocking orange and pink with kelly green leaves and stuff.

I guess I’ll have to try some boutique stores downtown.  Or my old stand by, Neiman’s online.  And I thought shopping for a bathing suit was torture.  Oy.