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And take your own ad feminem with you. You still need to apologize to XRay.

Adam, Of course I agree with your choice. I love Joannie - I went to see her at an appearance and in person she is ethereally beautiful, a true heroine. I married a man whose ruling passion was the practice and promotion of soccer, and whose main other preoccupations were making a living, unionizing, reading and watching hockey, Cdn football and curling.These activities provide security for a spouse since they are conducted in public with other men or in private with the wife. An actor is away on film sets making pretend love to gorgeous women and meeting all sorts of cute makeup girls, not to mention the fans. You can't even trust the nannies. The multimillion dollar lifestyles and divorce settlements probably ease the pain considerably though.

Amen. I will stick my neck out and say this will be a hit. Carol Richard Sharpe love slave

Scoff away Phil, it was by buying up such inconsequential publications as these, and firing most of the people who worked there, plus pretending to sell the no-longer-viable-publications to himself,that your recent cohabitant LOrd Black ended up in Coleman Prison. Carol Great Man Theory Skeptic

It would depend on the signing bonus for the athlete and of course no ante-nuptial agreements. Now the actor creates more problems, unless they already had significant assets, and then, of course, no ante-nuptial agreements would be signed. Yes, very reasonable. But who would you choose? Renee Zellweger or Joannie Rochette?

Peter, your sound of music is tuned to a different drummer from my comment. When you "rhetorically devised" that Angela was a Nazi at heart, because of her stated arguments, you tainted me and anyone who agrees with her with the swastika brush. You may as well as call me Mrs Eichmann, - after all, Canada excluded Jewish immigrants, thereby condemning so many to certain death. This happened before I was born, or you, or Angela. Your allusions are and were untenable and offensive. Once again, you should rescind them.

Probably. Legend has it that a newborn Phil was abandoned by his parents in the wetlands of Louisiana, where he was adopted and raised by a family of kindly salamanders. A product of home schooling, Phil's remarkable S.A.T. scores have made him a hero to salamanders everywhere. Ghs There is a legend that the salamanderson was adopted by the daughter of the royal house of reason, but rejected reason and pursued salamanderhood by swimming against the stream at every opportunity.His SAT scores opened all doors and closed them again.

Bob, I once heard that all mothers are Jewish mothers, and that goes double for Maritimers. My mother's name was Ruby, and she was very frugal, so my dad often told of things she refused to buy because "their price was above Ruby's". (She hated her name and was always called Betty, he did it to annoy her). I think of them at this time and of you and your dear wife, whose value you know, and wish you a wonderful holiday.

There must be some mistake here, Daunce. There's nothing "individualistic" or "libertarian" about either Faux "News" or anything or anyone that is "conservative" - except, of course, in the tragically feverish imaginations of those who believe in the face of all evidence that they're going to see a free society (or even a significantly freer society) in their lifetimes. Please, don't feed their mind-ravaging fever, I beg of you! Concernedly, JR Thanks Jeff, I'll try to calm down. How can I tell anyway. I only know what I read in the papers. Gratefully, Carol

Waiting for the game to start, I am idly remembering my adolescent crushes on my school basketball and soccer stars, and on my Saturday night TV hockey stars, and thinking of the fates of the girls who actually married those guys. To be the love object of such heroes seemed, when I was 13 or 14, to be the epitome of romance. At 18 I thought of those athletes as collectivisst barbarians, although uniquely attractive. Now I think of them as lucky professionals, one-trick ponys with blazingly satisfying and frustrating skills which use up all of themselves. They're still attractive. Athletes are cognate with actors in the degree of temptation to infidelity they are exposed to; I wonder if it's possible to know how often(compared with others) they succumb. Or if there is a differential between sports. Being me I tend to think that hockey players are more faithful, though I know that puck bunnies are as numerous as Baseball Annies and the groupies of basketball and football (what are they called? Baby Mamas?) I do know that there has never been a sex scandal in Curling, for obvious reasons. Question for the single: if you were forced to marry either an actor or a professional athlete, who would you pick?

Marc, Montreal surprises you? "Da Liddle Guy' surprised a lot of people in politics, and Maurice Richard was no giant. The small but mighty forwards plus the great ancestral ankles on which they skate will lead them to victory. Sort of like Theseus's ghost leading the Athenian army. Plus you gotta love P.K. Subban. Good job Nashville. I see ole Nameless is earning his keep.

She seemed to me so natural in the role I had no feeling of watching someone playing a part. I'm really glad you mentioned "The Cuckoo." I've meant to try to find the name so I could find out if there's a DVD. There is -- through Amazon -- and I just ordered it. Ellen Thanks, Ellen.So glad to hear from someone else who has seen it and liked it. I too intend to get it and watch it again, I only started watching it about 15 minutes in so it took me a while to figure out the action. I looked up some of the reviews from when it came out and I thought they were very shallow and uninsightful (somewhat like Ebert's recently of AS and Barry Lyndon). And the scenery- almost ironically idyllic, and the hobbit-like cosiness of her home in the middle of angst and blood.

The very week after the epochal opening of "Atlas Shrugged, Part 1", Canada has opened a Foxlike, conservative TV network called Sun Media which will present "hard news" and opinion from an individualistic, libertarian standpoint. Fans of Mark Steyn, Ezra Levant, and Lord and Lady Black will get a fair shake for once, and be able to watch Canadian Rush Limbaughs instead of just listen to them. This occurs shortly after Glenn Beck has parted ways with Fox - a coincidence? Or a serendipitous sign of Things to Come? Our dollar's at par, Glenn!

Your "rhetorical device" in advancing of your argument (which it didn't) was the most egregiously offensive statement I have ever seen on this forum and it genuinely shocked me. It didn't shock me into agreement with you, either, though your argument may have validity - I haven't been following this thread. You should apologize.

Yes! From Peter Abelard to Count Nicolaus Zinzendorf, orchestrated by the greatest composers who ever lived, the hymns are enough to make you believe that God is indeed an Englishman. It was in church that I learned to love language: "Crown him the lord of years, the potentate of time, creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime!" The orotund phrases with the triumphant music were incredibly satisfying. Welcome to the parish - with Xray and WSS we can fill up a whole pew. No God required. Just watch out for the lightning strikes! Adam, LOL. The church has a top-of-the-line lightning rod in the steeple which has never yet failed. But to be on the safe side I don't think we dare invite George H. Smith, however well grounded he and his arguments are.

Yes! From Peter Abelard to Count Nicolaus Zinzendorf, orchestrated by the greatest composers who ever lived, the hymns are enough to make you believe that God is indeed an Englishman. It was in church that I learned to love language: "Crown him the lord of years, the potentate of time, creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime!" The orotund phrases with the triumphant music were incredibly satisfying. Welcome to the parish - with Xray and WSS we can fill up a whole pew. No God required.

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I loved that movie. Saw it in a movie theater. But I'd forgotten the name of it, also the names of the actors. Thanks. I was fascinated by the interplay amongst the characters as they learn to communicate with each other -- a learning process with some comical mishaps, for instance the name by which the Russian becomes called, the Russian meaning of which the others don't understand. A Russian couple who were in the audience when I saw the movie kept cracking up over that. Another which involves communication between people who speak different languages, in this case an adult and a child, is "Kolya." That becomes so poignant with the development of the bond between the boy, "Kolya," and the guy who finds himself left with Kolya in his charge (Kolya's mother has defected). Ellen Once I got the hang of what was going on (which the characters never did) I realized that the English subtitle writers did a wonderful job. For example, since the first thing the Russian says to the Finn is "Get lost", the Finn assumes that he is introducing himself and henceforth calls him "Gerlost". I thought the actress playing Anny was wonderful - I looked it up and she is not an actress! She was hired because she spoke Lapp. Her plot summary for her two boys at the end was priceless - and though wrong literally, true basically.

I don't see how. There are good and bad and calculated risks; the willingness to take them would reflect a trust in your own judgment. But fearlessness would entail a suspension of judgment altogether; not to assess risk or danger at all,but to proceed anyway.Trust in your own judgment is part of self-esteem certainly, but to decide that one's own knowledge overrides every factor of reality in a dangerous situation, is not rational self-esteem as I understand it, and not to feel fear is not to be human. I interpret fearlessness here not as overcoming fear, but not feeling it.

Gone With the Wind.

I will remain a godless Christian. Though I am missing church today like most Sundays I am engaging in two important soul-nourishing rites, watching Coronation Street and later, breaking bread with my progeny and lending him money. Also, inspired by the rich spiritual diversity here, I am planning the Best. Interfaith. Conference. Ever. There will be a slide show featuring individual highlights on the road to Enlightenment.WSS at the pagan ceremony, eyes darting left and right, wearing a weak smile which he hopes looks like a frenzied leer. Xray taking notes and interrupting sermons with discomfiting questions. Joel sneaking out of Hebrew school to meet the Sunday school truants for shinny. Ba'al lugging his own annotated copy of the Torah to his nephew's bar mitzvah, and questioning the boy in a loud puzzled voice. In the evening,a Battle of the Choirs featuring organ recitals by Adam and Phil.

As an endnote to WSS's tour de force on the "After you, my dear Alphonse" aspect of our sorry private and public transport, I'll add this vignette of Canucki life once we finally get home. After watching Montreal whomp Boston on HNIC, I followed up with a movie on the public provincial channel. It was entitled The Cuckoo and concerned a Finn, a Laplander and a Russian thrown together during WWII, who never understand a word of each others' language but speak volubly subtitled throughout. It was great.

When a four-way stop was introduced in my hometown, one of our neighbours, confronted by three equally puzzled drivers, got out of his car, pounded the hood and roared, "Sweet Jesus, will somebody tell me WHO HAS TO GO WHEN!"

How did your son do in his tournament ? Thanks for asking Marc. They got knocked out at the semifinal in Niagara Falls, but he had a fantastic time there. (I didn't want to know the details). Then he played in the final of his Sunday league here in Toronto (that made 4 games in 2 days) and they lost that, he ended up #2 scorer in the league though.Pretty good for a Torontonian. At least Montreal and Vancouver are doing us proud eh. Flyers in with a good chance. I'm pretty sure MSK doesn't care about hockey but I don't know about Kat so I won't say anything about the Blackhawks. Teehee.

I like the implied visual reference to Holbein's The Ambassadors (larger image here) -- if you look at Tansey's painting from an angle from the bottom left, the foreshortening of the image allows you to see The Origin of Painting: Dibutades Tracing the Portrait of a Shepherd by Jean-Baptiste Regnault. Here's a digitally compressed version of the Tansey above a scan of the Regnault: J Jonathan, Just caught by your Holbein reference. One of the few times I actually looked at original paintings was at the National Portrait Gallery in London and being a Tudor aficianado I was drawn to the fearless, almost artless art of Holbein. I know that he was of course supremely artful but that was my impression.