Movie Challenge: happy


6.) A Movie That Makes You Happy

answer: You’ve Got Mail


Why does this movie make me happy? Two reasons:

1.) The communication between Kathleen and Joe

Kathleen Kelly: Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.


Joe Fox: Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.


2.) The Bookstore, which is practically it’s own character


It reminds me of the small church library that I volunteered in, years ago. The library was basically geared towards children, not just religious themed books, but all the children’s books that happened to be popular at the time. The librarian really kept up on things, she ordered the newest books and we creatively put them on display throughout the small space. We had reading aloud hours and fun holiday themed events. I really enjoyed my time there. So when I see Kathleen Kelly with a princess hat on her head, enthusiastically reading a story to a group of children, it makes me nostalgic.


The love story of the film is cute. The face-to-face banter between Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan is enjoyable, but it’s really the e-mail theme that grabs me. I’ve had many pen pals through the years, and so I cherish that kind of communication.

Kathleen Kelly: I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You’ve got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.


Unfortunately I’ve either drifted away from my old letter writing pals, or they now prefer to communicate in three sentence conversations via social media instead. I miss the uninterrupted honesty that letter writing fosters.

Kathleen Kelly: Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life – well, valuable, but small – and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.


This is probably why I’ve gravitated to the blogging platform. Here, I can send thoughts ‘out into the void’ and also have ample room to babble on to my heart’s content in the comment section.

Kathleen Kelly:The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.


And instead of pretty stationary or cutesy stickers and ink stamps, I can decorate with other fun things instead…

fun thing


I’ve never made the connection between letter writing and blogging before. I like the thought of it though, it makes it seem more personal.

Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.

up next: a movie that you know practically the whole script of



Pieces Can Stand Alone

When I was trying to come up with a name for this blog, I wanted something that roughly meant ‘to get lost within the details’. That’s when a particular song lyric jumped into my brain:

Man goes beyond his own decision, gets caught up in the mechanism~ The Scarlet Tide by Elvis Costello

There it was! The perfect tagline for what I had in mind.


This kind of thing happens to me often, a certain lyric, verse or quote will grab my attention for seemingly no reason. I always scramble to write it down. it screams out to me, regardless of the context or bigger body of work that it came from; it can stand alone all on it’s own.

Sometimes I just like the sound of it, the way it feels in my mouth when I speak it aloud. It is an added bonus if these pieces come to mean something; when they’re able to make a statement or small story within their compact space. I really grow to respect a verse, or even a single word, that can do that to me.

The taste of her breathe I’ll never get over, the noises that she made kept me awake~ Won’t Go Home Without You by Maroon 5

Sensual. Able to create a clear vision without going into too much detail.


tread softly because you tread on my dreams~ The Wind Among The Reeds by W.B.Yeats

This verse spoke to me from the very first time that I heard it. (I heard it in the movie, Equilibrium, which caused me to go look up the entire poem and who wrote it) At first it just resonated as a plea to others to please not be too harsh in relation to the things I had plucked up enough courage to share. Over time though it has become a reminder to me, to always be sure to extend that courtesy to others.


I find these slices of feeling in books:

Adventure is no more than discomfort and annoyance recollected in the safety of reminiscence ~The Journeyer by Gary Jennings


When the day shall come that we do part, if my last words are not “I love you” you’ll ken it was because I didna have time ~The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon


From movies:

I lead a small life, valuable, but small. Sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? ~You’ve Got Mail


I was dreaming about God. He was playing Tennis. Perhaps that’s where God is all the time and that’s why you can’t see him when you’re awake. Perhaps he’s our dream, and we’re his ~Empire Of The Sun


Even from television:

Jack is here because he has to do something. He can’t be told what that is. He’s got to find it himself. Sometimes you can just hop in the back of someone’s cab and tell them what they’re supposed to do. Other times, you have to let him look out at the ocean for awhile ~Lost


They all speak to me in their own ways. So while I too often get caught up in the mechanism and over think things, luckily I am also able to take small snippets of wisdom for what they are, without needing to plug them into something bigger and grander.

These little compact stories are able to teach me helpful things about myself, enhancing my life in ways that the deeper things can not. There is nothing to work through, there is nothing to move past, or on, from. I can just let them gracefully sink in, and keep them in my pocket for a rainy day.

…now if only I could commit to writing all of them down in one place, instead of on envelopes, schoolwork, magazine covers, my skin. and on rare occasions, even actual notebooks.

Don’t you see yourself in every picture you love? You feel a radiance wash through you. It’s something you can’t analyze or speak about clearly. What are you doing at that moment? You’re looking at a picture on the wall. That’s all. But it makes you feel alive to the world. It tells you, yes, you’re here. And yes, you have a range of being that’s deeper and sweeter than you knew ~Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis