Religion takes a lot of knocks these days, so it's extra nice to run into onto of those bits that remind me why I (somewhat inconsistently) get out of bed on Sunday morning and go to church. The readings and psalms and Gospel today were generally on the theme of being what my friend Brett calls being "a good man among men." This is the bit in particular that made me nod and think "Yup. I can sign off on that":
"He has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your G-d?"
Micah Chapter 6, verse 8
Although, truly, religion isn't required, it does makes a nice framework for me.
30 January 2011
28 January 2011
The Dress
Much-more-consistent-blogger-than-Leta, Quinn, has written two posts recently on what women wear they to big Hollywood award shows and why fortheluvvagahd they wore that: Dark Globe and I'm a Barbie Girl in a Barbie World. Much fun -- go read them.
And, of course, the nominations for the WATCH awards were announced a couple of weeks back. As we were standing decorously to the side after we'd read our share, Sue leaned over to me and said, "But more importantly -- have you bought The Dress?"
I haven't yet. And I'm trying to decide if I should recycle one of the ones I've worn before or get a new one. .... Dither .... Dither .... Yeah, I'll probably get a new one.
I don't have the many various requirements that ambitious starlets do when choosing a dress, fortunately, so I was able to list my requirements in a comment on Quinn's second post:
1. I must look fabulous enough that strangers stop me to compliment the dress (This actually has happened. Made my lifetime.).
2. In order to look that fabulous while standing on a stage for three hours the dress must not be painful in any way.
3. I must be able to buy the dress at Loehmann's for not much money in about a half hour on my way to rehearsal for whatever show I am in that time.
The fact that I -- a non-fabulous, middle-aged woman -- achieve these goals most years is an annual miracle.
And, of course, the nominations for the WATCH awards were announced a couple of weeks back. As we were standing decorously to the side after we'd read our share, Sue leaned over to me and said, "But more importantly -- have you bought The Dress?"
I haven't yet. And I'm trying to decide if I should recycle one of the ones I've worn before or get a new one. .... Dither .... Dither .... Yeah, I'll probably get a new one.
I don't have the many various requirements that ambitious starlets do when choosing a dress, fortunately, so I was able to list my requirements in a comment on Quinn's second post:
1. I must look fabulous enough that strangers stop me to compliment the dress (This actually has happened. Made my lifetime.).
2. In order to look that fabulous while standing on a stage for three hours the dress must not be painful in any way.
3. I must be able to buy the dress at Loehmann's for not much money in about a half hour on my way to rehearsal for whatever show I am in that time.
The fact that I -- a non-fabulous, middle-aged woman -- achieve these goals most years is an annual miracle.
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