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This is one of the most amazing sites I've ever seen. The photographs pretty much take my breath away. And this is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. There's no writing on this site that hasn't touched me, but this post touched me the most. It's just beautiful. Work has been kicking my butt and making me surly. I've been trying to kick its butt in return. There's really nothing to say about it but that. I'm still reading PopCo, courtesy of Colleen, and it's still really good. Sometimes it gives me a headache, and I'm plodding through it slowly, but it's not because I don't like it very much. It's just not something I can read quickly somehow. Perhaps it's all the math. It throws me. I'm gearing up to try to squeeze out some time to write my final paper for class, for my sister to come home for Thanksgiving, to see the Rent movie about which I am inexplicably becoming more excited every day, and to go to Costa Rica. That's right, back to Costa Rica! We'll be going to areas neither of us has ever been, and we were not going to let yet another hurricane (Wilma) mess up our vacation plans just because it decided to smash into our previously planned destination. So, yeah. Unless another storm comes, which WILL NOT happen, we're going. And I can't wait. Thanksgiving will be weird. We won't be having it at my aunt's for the first time in what I think must be my entire life because her house was kind of submerged by some water that spilled out of a canal and covered an entire swath of the parish. You know, like lots of other people's houses. So we'll be having it at her friend's house that is still intact. It will be a smaller crew than ever this year, and all of our traditions will pretty much not happen. So many of them were tied into the particulars of the location. It's going to be weird and probably not that much fun, but I suppose I'll be very thankful that my mom and dad and my brothers and my sister and I are together and that my boyfriend will be able to be there, too. There is much to be thankful for in this time of crap. That might need to be another entry, though. My feelings about the Rent movie are just … complex. My little brother and I sat on his bed tonight and lamented the cutting of certain songs that we love from the film. How can Rent exist without "Halloween" or "Goodbye Love"? What? That kind of breaks our hearts. And I am scared that it will be throw-the-book-ish the whole way through. Throw-the-book is how Shelley and I have always described those movie or television moments that, if you were reading about them in a book, would make you so mortified that you would feel compelled to throw the book across the room because you would be too embarrassed to keep reading. It's just kind of when you're just shamed by what's happening and for everyone involved. I have no idea when we came up with this term, but it was probably before we went through puberty. I don't want the movie to be throw-the-book-ish. I want it to be good. I really, really want it to be good. I go to so many web sites, especially this one lately, and I read interviews with people like Anthony Rapp who speak about it in such an intelligent and forthright and heartfelt manner, and I just want to say bravo, you know? Bravo to all of these artists who really started it all. I want it to be good as an audience member who loved the show with her entire heart. I want it to be good because I want the rest of the country to see it for what it used to be, back in those early days when it really did shake the theater world to its core, instead of for what it seems to be to a lot of people now, something to be made fun of like in Team America. I want it to be good for the Larson family because they lost their son and their brother and because they've never stopped being involved in making sure his vision is not sullied but celebrated. But most of all I think I want it to be good for the cast members. I want them to be proud for creating these characters and for getting up and dancing during La Vie Boheme after gathering at the theater the day after Jonathan Larson died instead of just doing the sing-through because they couldn't not get up and dance. I want them to be able to have preserved on film forever the images of the characters and the sounds of their voices singing these songs. I want it to be beautiful and moving and rocking and true. I want it to be everything that it ever meant to anyone who ever loved it and whose life it ever changed. Stop reading now if you don't want to know what happened on tonight's Everwood. Every single week, I think that I can't cry any more during an episode of this show. That it's just not possible. It's surely made me shed many tears over the past few years, but there's something about this season that is just killing me. I cried pretty much solidly through the last thirty minutes. Hannah's goodbye scene with Dr. Abbott pretty much sent me over the edge. When he talked about the joy she'd brought into their house and her face started crumpling but she tried to look brave? Come on. The actress who plays Hannah is such a find. She's added so much to the show. And Bright's arrangement of the senior prom? And the way Ephram looked at Amy throughout the entire episode? And the look on Bright's face when Hannah told him she really loves him and that she wanted to freeze that evening in time and the way just looked like he couldn't believe what was happening? And the way she sobbed when she leaned against the door after running inside? I really couldn't take it. I was full out bawling. I swear to God. This show just makes me fall apart. And I love it, I love it, I love it, and I can't even believe a show this wonderful is actually still even on. It's good enough to have overcome the horror that was Madison and some of the lamer storylines of yore. It's good enough to make me get over the mediocre moments because the good ones are SO good. It's just too good to be true.
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