Coming Out of Left Field

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Milk, marriage and the movies

The wife and I went to see "Milk" last with a couple of friends. Afterwards, we all wished that it had come out in theatres before the election, instead of three weeks after, or even that the "No on 8" campaign had drawn more of a parallel between their efforts and those of Harvey Milk's 30 years ago. I also wish there was someone with his passion and his ability to organize and inspire support ... the history of gay rights might be different.

As for the movie itself, Gus Van Sant did an incredible job capturing the essence of Milk's story while still presenting him as a flawed human being, not a saint. And while all of the cast did well, Sean Penn was simply phenomenal as Milk. Later on we went back to our friends' house and watched the 1984 documentary "The Times of Harvey Milk", and were amazed by how close Penn came to the original. We were also struck by how far we've come, on the one hand (no more police raids on gay bars) and how much some things have stayed the same.

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Friday, November 28, 2008

More from the "kids say the darndest things" department ...

... overheard at my new job at preschool:

Teacher, to toddler: What would you name the turkey [a paper one, hanging on the wall]?
The toddler says his name.
Teacher, to another toddler: And what would you name the turkey?
This toddler also says his name.
Teacher, to a third toddler: And what about you? What would you name the turkey?
Toddler (without hesitation): Duck!

Me, reading a book: See, the giraffe is building something out of blocks. Maybe a skycraper.
Toddler: Or a rocket ship.
Me: Yes, it could be a rocket ship.
Toddler: [something indistinct]
Me: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Toddler: Pluto's not a planet.
Me (stunned speechless for a moment): You're right, Pluto's not a planet.
Toddler: But the Earth is.

Teacher (reading a book): And on the third day, God made trees grow out of the earth.
Three-year-old: I don't live on the Earth -- I live on another street.
Another three-year-old: I live in Lexington!

And my favorite one ...

Me, to two four-year-olds: Someday, you'll be taller than I am.
Four-year-olds (looking at each other): Naaaahhhhh!
Soxfanwife (who is barely two inches shorter than I am): Well, do you think you'll be taller than me?
One four-year-old: Of course, you're a small grown-up!
Me (after we stop cracking up): But by the time you're my age, I bet you'll be taller than me.
The same four-year-old: Yeah, and you'll be 100!