“CODA”
We watched the movie, “CODA” last night. CODA is ‘child of deaf adults’. In this remake of a French movie from a few years ago, the setting has been moved to Gloucester, MA, in the U.S., where the family earns their living from fishing. Ruby Rossi is the only hearing person in a family of four, so she serves as the family’s interpreter. But a teenager on the verge of finishing high school, she makes a choice to take up choir as her elective. She does love singing but the true catalyst for this pursuit is the interest in a boy in her class, who signed up for choir.
It causes conflict, of course. That’s why they tell the story. Well-acted, humorous, with a solid plot, the film was recommended to us because it was uplifting. I agree with that assessment and recommend it as entertaining, light fare.
Wednesday’s Bumper Sticker
This comes from Lifevoyager‘s site. I know ten percent of 2022 is already passed, so, yeah, I’m a little late. I wished I’d found this earlier. After 2020 and 2021, I think this is the bumper sticker needed for the year. Cheers
Contact 2
Continued from Contact
Britt (not his real name) had never planned to be Human. Nor had he expected to be on Earth. On his eighth life, he’d been cruising toward his ninth. Omnipotence would be his, was almost within reach of his yearning fingers but then –
Well, then.
Then.
He’d secured every thought and emotion – and there was a huge spectrum of these – around ‘then’ under a mountain, sealed it in a mental tunnel, blocked its access. Because –
Well. Then.
Once he’d learned of his fate, he researched what he could about the planet and human civilizations. He learned: his people hadn’t visited in over two thousand Terran years, thirty-five hundreds of their own years. Still, some items were left behind. He acquired maps and entry codes, found and fixed the vehicle pushing through the processes of activating and testing the systems and flying the thing. Three years, he’d taken, manufacturing new parts, testing everything, adjusting to his body and their limited senses, cursing the optimists who’d informed him that, although they’d never been Human, being Human on Earth was apparently much like it was enduring in your seventh life.
Ha. They were wrong.
Being Human was worse.
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