“Lars and the Real Girl” was intriguing, a kind of treatise and/or metaphor on how someone can be healed when in deep, debilitating pain. Lars, probably Asperger’s, whose mother had died at his birth (I think) cannot stand to be touched socially or physically, but yearns for connection. He buys a blow-up doll, and treats it as a real girl, introducing “her” to his brother and sister-in-law, and eventually almost everyone he knows in his small rural-appearing town.
Down in Union Station in Toronto –
Monday in the Waiting Room
How hard to be you; how hard to be me.
I walk a path I struggle to see.
You walk a path I cannot share;
You walk a path I do not dare.
I dreamt I wanted to be you,
And fed my anger and my rue.
Now I look and glimpse your heart;
I clasp myself, content to play my part.
How hard to be you,
I went to a workshop given by Wayne MacPhail – www.w8nc.com – yesterday and I know I learned a lot because my behavior has changed. On my morning walk, I took photos with my smartphone, as usual, but I took way more, and with a different conscious ‘eye’.
Wayne is both very knowledgable in a range of fields and excellent at explaining. Plus he’s very generous in sharing the material he created for his workshop, ‘Content in Hand’. I found what he showed us about taking shots with our smartphones very,
I’m just back from a trip to Boston, and I used the Storehouse app for two purposes:
- To slake my Facebook urges, and avoid posting my absence from home during my travelling; and
- To create a visual and text recording of our holiday.
I have in the past used PowerPoint and Slideshare for recording holiday memories, for example http://www.slideshare.net/vinall/huron-lake-rocks, but I really enjoyed using Storehouse on my tablet.
So maybe I’m boasting, but, as a product of the mid 20th century North American educational system, my high numbers on SlideShare make me feel good ;->