While a “Minnesota winter that won’t end is expected to dump up to a foot of snow in the Twin Cities by Thursday night,” people in Missouri and Arkansas are “grappling with the aftermath of a series of storms that spawned at least two…
Aiyo! Stay safe and warm Minnesotans!
I’m putting this here in honor of my gal pals in NYC…good things always happened when this song was involved.
As a daughter of an immigrant, as a gal who can’t stay in one place, I want immigration reform in the US. As mentioned in the video, Obama can’t do this overnight, but he can allow for undocumented folks in the US to apply for drivers licences or work permits - for example. Come on Obama, make the US the kind of place I thought it was.
This is the best-worst thing I’ve seen all day. It’s only noon, so that is saying a lot.
This was a frustratingly perfect moment in film.
“So much has been written about those few words at the end that Bob whispers into Charlottes’ ear. We can’t hear them. They seem meaningful for both of them. Coppola said she didn’t know. It wasn’t scripted. Advanced sound engineering has been used to produce a fuzzy enhancement. Harry Caul of “The Conversation” would be proud of it, but it’s entirely irrelevant. Those words weren’t for our ears. Coppola (1) didn’t write the dialog, (2) didn’t intentionally record the dialogue, and (3) was happy to release the movie that way, so we cannot hear. Why must we know? Do we need closure? This isn’t a closure kind of movie. We get all we need in simply knowing they share a moment private to them, and seeing that it contains something true before they part forever.” — Roger Ebert on Lost in Translation