It's becoming clear to me that Tarantino made something far deeper than a spaghetti western. I've come to realize that his chosen homage/genre was simply a launching point into a much more substantive story about an unlikely friendship, joined in a quest for an unlikely love story.
This liberty to form part of the creative apparatus of God, is exhaustingly joyous. We all have some beautiful art to make, perform, or sing: words to write, pictures to paint, families to nurture, gardens to grow, lessons to teach, goods to tender, worship to give.
In coming months and years, teachers' jobs will be made harder by Steven Spielberg's film Lincoln, in which Daniel Day-Lewis gives a brilliant performance as, well, Lincoln-the-abolitionist. The only problem is that Lincoln was not an abolitionist.
When you rob five young men of their youth, innocence and educational opportunity and put them and their families through hell for more than a decade, you owe them more than an apology -- you owe them restitution.
I was reading, with great interest, the announcement that the U.S. Navy has demonstrated a new electromagnetic "rail gun" that can shoot projectiles at Mach 7 for a distance of 100 miles. It's yet another milestone on the ever-increasing abstraction of warfare.