We few, we happy few, we band of brothers!
Or, to quote Giles and Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, as they once again go to meet the apocolypse, "We few, we happy few, we band of buggered..."
Tonight we watched Kenneth Branagh's film adaptation of Henry V, which is one of Marty's and my favorite movies. When it was released, in 1989, I saw it in the theater with Celeste in Athens, Georgia. I think I went back a second time the next week and took Marty with me. What a movie.
(I always forget that Christian Bale is in it until I watch it again... he was a mere babe in arms back in those days. The casting in that movie is great.)
It's been a nice weekend. Friday night we stayed in, then Saturday we were at a picnic for Marty's softball team. (I made this yummy salad for it.) It was good to see some old friends there. Today, Marty started cutting tile for the bathroom (yes! we are making progress!) and I did the weekend chores... laundry, straighten up, change the sheets, clean the bathroom, etc.
Then we closed the weekend down with "a little touch of Harry in the night." I just love that movie. But I think I love the movie even more because I love the play. There are so many great scenes and speeches in it.
When I was teaching freshman English at Penn State, I once took my video of Henry V to class and showed the St. Crispin's Day speech as an example of rhetoric using pathos. (I also used a scene from When Harry Met Sally to demonstrate logos, and one from Bull Durham to illustrate ethos. That was a fun day.)
This will be a busy, short week for me -- Wednesday night we have tickets to see The Wallflowers and John Mellencamp (aka John Cougar) in Hartford. (I will try to keep this page from becoming Jakob Dylan Central. Try.) Then Maria is arriving on Thursday to stay for the weekend. We are going to cruise around New England playing the Top Down Mix! :-)
Now, I leave you with this:
Or, to quote Giles and Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, as they once again go to meet the apocolypse, "We few, we happy few, we band of buggered..."
Tonight we watched Kenneth Branagh's film adaptation of Henry V, which is one of Marty's and my favorite movies. When it was released, in 1989, I saw it in the theater with Celeste in Athens, Georgia. I think I went back a second time the next week and took Marty with me. What a movie.
(I always forget that Christian Bale is in it until I watch it again... he was a mere babe in arms back in those days. The casting in that movie is great.)
It's been a nice weekend. Friday night we stayed in, then Saturday we were at a picnic for Marty's softball team. (I made this yummy salad for it.) It was good to see some old friends there. Today, Marty started cutting tile for the bathroom (yes! we are making progress!) and I did the weekend chores... laundry, straighten up, change the sheets, clean the bathroom, etc.
Then we closed the weekend down with "a little touch of Harry in the night." I just love that movie. But I think I love the movie even more because I love the play. There are so many great scenes and speeches in it.
When I was teaching freshman English at Penn State, I once took my video of Henry V to class and showed the St. Crispin's Day speech as an example of rhetoric using pathos. (I also used a scene from When Harry Met Sally to demonstrate logos, and one from Bull Durham to illustrate ethos. That was a fun day.)
This will be a busy, short week for me -- Wednesday night we have tickets to see The Wallflowers and John Mellencamp (aka John Cougar) in Hartford. (I will try to keep this page from becoming Jakob Dylan Central. Try.) Then Maria is arriving on Thursday to stay for the weekend. We are going to cruise around New England playing the Top Down Mix! :-)
Now, I leave you with this:
- Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger...
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot!
Follow your spirit; and upon this charge,
Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!"
- William Shakespeare, Henry V, III:1
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