Wednesday, March 31, 2010
OK. I just don't get it. I mean years ago, Hugh Grant, who was dating the gorgeous Elizabeth Hurley, got caught getting serviced by a hooker in Hollywood. Then David Duchovney, married to Tea Leoni, checks himself into rehab for sexual addiction. Then this past fall we read about Tiger Woods messing around while married to his former Swedish bikini model wife. Now in the last few weeks it's been revealed that Jesse James, the tattooed mechanic and reality show star husband to Sandra Bullock, has been sleeping around with strippers. As the news begins to unfold, there are more "revelations" of other women who he slept around with.
While I can look at the other celebrities who've done something stupid as Hugh or Tiger did and not really care, I just look at this situation and wish to ask Jesse James "Dude! What the HELL were you thinking?!?!?" I mean - Sandra Bullock?! Sandra "All American" Bullock. Sandra "America's Sweetheart" Bullock? Sandra Bullock, who had NEVER married before, and for whom millions of men would have loved to have been her husband. Sandra Bullock, whom any guy could take home for mom's OK. I just don't get it. What an IDIOT!
Of course, we don't know that WHOLE story. Could there have been elements of Sandra's personality that may have made him seek sexual solace elsewhere? Could she have the kind of personal foibles that drive men to go have their fun with someone else? Bullock's been portrayed over the years as wholesome, so perhaps there are things about her we don't quite know. And yet, at a cursory glance, and knowing that Jesse James' ex-wife is a former porn star, you have to give Bullock the benefit of the doubt.
I do feel sorry for her. I didn't for Grant or Hurley, Woods or his wife. But I do for Bullock. She deserved better....
Sunday, March 28, 2010
He entered Jerusalem, a city occupied by the Roman Army, the greatest army known at that time. He entered on the back of a borrowed ass. He entered to shouts of "Hosanna!" and "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord". He came in as a king.
He came in to only a few days later be rejected, spit upon, laughed at, scorned, slapped, scourged, questioned and questioned again, only to carry a large hunk of wood up to a hill, where he was nailed and bound to that wood, and brutally crucified.
What a difference a few days make.....
Friday, March 19, 2010
Today, during the morning Production meeting, a couple of my coworkers were discussing the driving time and distance to Colorado Springs. Before someone else could pull up Google Maps, I told them about taking the 15 to the 40 east to Albuquerque, then north. As I discussed this I started thinking about the last time I was in Colorado, back in October of 1997. I started thinking about the trip I took then - a solo trip - where I did nothing but photography. And it also reminded me of the trips I took with dad to Colorado, and the special places we would photograph in, as well as the ranches that belonged to his mom and dad. And it truly did put a bug up my arse to go there - to go for a week, doing photography and fishing, and mapping in detail the family homes in Dolores (where my dad was born), Cortez and Arriola, where his parents lived when they were courting. So, perhaps this fall I'll go, and spend time in that gorgeous area of southwestern Colorado.