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Inspiration Series: Patrick Nagel

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My Idea of Boating

Ah, the Basement.

When successful business people brag about the fact that they started their business in their parents’ basement, why do they always fail to mention it was the basement of an 8,000 square foot house?

The Perfect Break Up Song

A couple of Sundays ago, I was on my way to pick up a friend when a story on NPR caught my attention.  It was a piece about a girl trying to write the perfect break up song, after being dumped by the guy she loved so much.  Not able to find just the right song to make her own, she thought she would write one.  She’d never written a song before, so she needed some help.  Through some loose connections, she was able to enlist the help of one of the finest writers of not-cheesy love songs, Phil Collins.  Phil very openly shared his own story of love lost. Talk about a classy, classy guy to indulge this girl in such a pure, open-hearted way.

I ended up sitting in my car, in front of my friend’s place, listening to about 45 minutes of the show, nearly coming to tears a few times.  I know I can be an emotional black hole at times, but I still feel.

The entire segment is available to listen to here.

What a Contrast?!?

Where I really, really want to be right now (Capri):

The nearest, yet also saddest, most depressing alternative (Party Cove, Lake Lewisville):

Midnight in Paris

This is Woody Allen’s 41st film. He writes his films himself, and directs them with wit and grace. I consider him a treasure of the cinema. Some people take him for granted, although “Midnight in Paris” reportedly charmed even the jaded veterans of the Cannes press screenings. There is nothing to dislike about it. Either you connect with it or not. I’m wearying of movies that are for “everybody” — which means, nobody in particular. “Midnight in Paris” is for me, in particular, and that’s just fine with moi.”

• Roger Ebert

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Flock of Seagulls – Wishing

This song makes me feel very optimistic.  A good feeling.

And I have always blamed the bad hair on the record label.