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It’s official. I love the movie 27 Dresses. I watched it yet again last night (simultaneously with another group of friends in a different ciy, I discovered. Crazy!). Here’s my list (from memory) of things I like, in no particular order. With some of the reasons why.

  1. James Marsden is good-looking. There’s no way around that.
  2. Kevin Doyle has great style. All casual with the sling back and the sneakers, but pulls of a dress shirt and blazer, just the same…
  3. The taxi-cab scene at the start of the film – “Here’s $160. You know what you did.”
  4. The bickering. All the bickering. I’ve realized that I actually really enjoy that type of fighting/flirting.
  5. The line “I cried like a baby at the Keller wedding.”
  6. The entire Benny and the Jets scene.
  7. The fact that they both love looking at the groom when the bride shows up. That’s my favourite part too.
  8. Jane really wants to be a good friend. She overdoes it, but I empathize because I think I can be similar.
  9. The ridiculous dresses. I cannot believe people would have weddings like that – I know they’re fake, but honestly…based on reality.
  10. Jane cherishes her parents’ marriage.
  11. Jane cleans with Seventh Generation cleaning products. So do we.
  12. Jane loves Tess, even in the midst of all their fighting. I really value the commitment to family.
  13. Jane refuses to chase down George. I respect a woman who won’t throw herself at a man.
  14. There is a great soundtrack.
  15. The song Like a Star by Corrine Bailey Rae is perfectly placed.
  16. Tess’ ignorance: “HELLO, PEDRO!” “Shagging flies? Sounds like fun…”
  17. The freedom we all have to hate Tess, just a little, for being such a princess.
  18. Casey. She is loud, she is obnoxious, and she is a great friend.
  19. The yoga scene. “I don’t see any signs that say no talking!”
  20. “To you it’s just another casserole dish, but to Tess it’s the dish she’ll bake Mom’s Christmas roast in.”
    “Tess cooks?”
    “Well, no. I’ll cook it. But she’ll be there.”
    “And this…this is the ugly rooster where George will hang all his umbrellas…”
  21. Jane can’t say no. Sometimes I can’t either.
    “Jane, gimme 50 bucks.”
    “No!”
    “Jane, may I please have $50?”
    “No.”
    “Jane, (he takes her hand) I really need some money. Can you lend me $50?”
    “No?”
    “Ok. Can I have your drink?”
    “Sure. (he drinks) Oh, NO!!!”
  22. Kevin calls Jane on her crap. I can’t quote this one…but something about how she keeps herself busy planning other peoples’ lives so that she isn’t forced to have one herself.
  23. Just after the disastrous slideshow with Casey, “I know my moral compass doesn’t exactly point due north…but if I say something’s wrong, something’s wrong…”
  24. Just after the disastrous slideshow with Kevin, “You wanna know the real reason I came here tonight? I came because I knew it would be hard for you and for the first time in a long time, I cared…You deserve someone who will take care of you…” (isn’t this what every woman wants to hear? or at least 95% of us?)
  25. Jan makes a good villainous, callous boss. Turns out, I don’t think I like her as a human either (this is a terrible thing to say, I know. I just read a rather disappointing article last night, though).
  26. The pancakes that their dad makes, with the strawberry smiles and blueberry eyes.
  27. “Get over here.” (motions with his head) She comes. They kiss.

I am currently reading:

unChristian: how Christianity is perceived by 16-29 year olds and why it matters

Wide Awake: why our dreams (hopes) matter, and how to start pursuing them

Emotionally Healthy Spirituality: exactly how it sounds. Emotional health + spirituality = goodness

I love them all. I can’t wait to finish them. But I’m taking my time. Maybe I will post excerpts or quotes sometime.

Today I went to a conference with a panel of mostly Christian thinkers, on the topic of 18-29 year olds’ perceptions of Christianity. These are the notes I jotted in the margins of my notes…

  • “Pizza can’t be the big draw to a function.”
  • “It (her past) must be sexual; that’s how you get a reputation.”
  • “I feel as nervous as an atheist at a Christian conference.” (said by an atheist at a Christian conference)
  • “Most senior citizens don’t know they’re old.”
  • “20 year-olds are running DC. Interns are writing papers and setting up signings…”
  • “I can only speak in our context…” (this seems the obvious statement of the day, kind of assumed in my generation.)
  • “…then I can have another night of the week to make love to my wife.” (on the benefits of cutting back on church programs)
  • “You need to understand something about Mennonites. There’s no pride in anything.” (on a Mennonite youth group who accidentally found themselves in the middle of a Gay Pride parade)

I have lots of thoughts spinning. Mostly from other comments that were made. I enjoy being challenged. Even when it’s a bit overwhelming.

Jane Austen is quite possibly one of my literary heroines. I won’t list twenty reasons why, but I will list the men her heroines fall in love with…if you have never read (or watched) any of her stories, I encourage you to do so.

7. Henry Tilney, whose home in Northanger Abbey may be haunted.
6. Captain Frederick Wentworth, once rejected suitor of Anne Elliot, due to the Persuasion of her family.
5 & 4. Edward Ferrars and Colonel Brandon, who marry sisters in Sense and Sensibility.
3. Edmund Bertram, the younger son in Mansfield Park. First great movie quote:

Surely you and I are beyond speaking when words are clearly not enough.


2. George Knightly, an older and wiser friend to Emma. At some point, one of them says:

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. —You hear nothing but truth from me.

and of course,

1. Fitzwilliam Darcy, aka Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice fame. His killer line:

In vain have I struggled. It will never do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

Turns out, all the best quotes are about Aslan. As in these scenes from The Horse and His Boy:

“Daughter,” said the Hermit, “I have now lived a hundred and nine winters in this world and have never yet met any such thing as Luck. There is something about all this that I do not understand: but if ever we need to know it, you may be sure that we shall.”

“Then it was you who wounded Aravis?”
“It was I.”
“But what for?”
“Child,” said the Voice, “I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own.”

“Who are you?” asked Shasta.

“Myself,” said the voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again, “Myself”, loud and clear and gay: and then the third time “Myself”, whispered so softly you could hardly hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it.

Shasta was no longer afraid that the Voice belonged to something that would eat him, nor that it was the voice of a ghost. But a new and different sort of trembling came over him. Yet he felt glad too.

Then Hwin, though shaking all over, gave a strange little neigh, and trotted across to the Lion.

“Please,” she said, “you’re so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I’d sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.”

“Dearest daughter,” said Aslan, planting a lion’s kiss on her twitching velvet nose, “I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.”

From The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe:

“Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,

When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

And Aslan said nothing either to excuse Peter or to blame him but merely stood looking at him with his great unchanging eyes. And it seemed to all of them that there was nothing to be said.

“You have forgotten to clean your sword,” said Aslan.

It was true. Peter blushed when he looked at the bright blade and saw it all smeared with the Wolf’s hair and blood. He stooped down and wiped it quite clean on the grass, and then wiped it quite dry on his coat.

“Hand it to me and kneel, Son of Adam,” said Aslan. And when Peter had done so he struck him with the flat of the blade and said, “Rise up, Sir Peter Wolf’s-Bane. And, whatever happens, never forget to wipe your sword.”

The Witch was just turning away with a look of fierce joy on her face when she stopped and said,

“But how do I know this promise will be kept?”

“Haa-a-arrh!” roared Aslan, half rising from his throne; and his great mouth opened wider and the roar grew louder and louder, and the Witch, after staring for a moment with her lips wide apart, picked up her skirts and fairly ran for her life.

“Oh, children,” said the Lion, “I feel my strength coming back to me. Oh, children, catch me if you can!” He stood for a second, his eyes very bright, his limbs quivering, lashing himself with his tail…It was such a romp as no one has ever had except in Narnia; and whether it was more like playing with a thunderstorm or playing with a kitten Lucy could never make up her mind. And the funny thing was that when all three finally lay together panting in the sun, the girls no longer felt in the least tired or hungry or thirsty.

“And now,” said Aslan presently, “to business. I feel I am going to roar. You had better put your fingers in your ears.”

And they did. And Aslan stood up and when he opened his mouth to roar his face became so terrible that they did not dare to look at it. And they saw all the trees in front of him bend before the blast of his roaring as grass bends in a meadow before the wind.

Just finished The Magician’s Nephew. Before I move on to The Lion, The Witch, And The Wardrobe, may I present my favourite lines from book one of the Chronicles of Narnia.

‘I had forgotten that you are only a common boy. How should you understand reasons of State? You must learn, child, that what would be wrong for you or for any of the common people is not wrong in a great Queen such as I. The weight of the world is on our shoulders. We must be freed from all rules. Ours is a high and lonely destiny.’ – Empress Jadis

Thus, with an unspeakable thrill, she (Polly) felt quite certain that all the things were coming (as she said) ‘ out of the Lion’s head’. When you listened to his song you heard the things he was making up: when you looked round you, you saw them. This was so exciting that she had no time to be afraid.

‘Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.’ – Aslan

‘Hail, Aslan. We hear and obey. We are awake. We love. We think. We speak. We know.’ – The Talking Beasts

‘Laugh and fear not, creatures. Now that you are no longer dumb and witless, you need not always be grave. For jokes as well as justice come in speech.’

So they all let themselves go. And there was such merriment that the Jackdaw himself plucked up courage and perched on the cab-horse’s head, between its ears, clapping its wings, and said: ‘Aslan! Aslan! Have I made the first joke? Will everybody always be told how I made the first joke?’

‘No, little friend,’ said the Lion, ‘You have not made the first joke; you have only been the first joke.’ Then everyone laugehd more than ever; but the Jackdaw didn’t mind and laughed just as loud till the horse shook its head and the Jackdaw lost its balance and fell off, but remembered its wings (they were still new to it) before it reached the ground.

Aslan threw up his shaggy head, opened his mouth, and uttered a long, single note; not very loud, but full of power. Polly’s heart jumped in her body when she heard it. She felt sure that it was a call, and that anyone who heard that call would want to obey it and (what’s more) would be able to obey it, however many worlds and ages lay between.

Up til then he had been looking ath the Lion’s great front feet and the huge claws on them; now, in his despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion’s eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory’s own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself.

‘This world is bursting with life for these few days because the song with which I called it into life still hangs in the air and rumbles in the ground. It will not be so for long. But I cannot tell that to this old sinner, and I cannot comfort him either; he has made himself unable to hear my voice. If I spoke to him, he would hear only gorwlings and roarings. Oh Adam’s sons, how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good! But I will give him the only gift he is still able to receive.’ – Aslan