Why I want to meet Rafael Nadal
Have lunch.
(Love the kid, so hoping that lunch becomes thirty thousand lunches)
Have lunch.
(Love the kid, so hoping that lunch becomes thirty thousand lunches)
My father took me to meet his father during one of my holiday visits in Lagos. I was jetlagged and not even acting yet, so there was no reason for that to be an exciting meeting. He mentioned he was to go to film school in New York.
Now I’m acting and he’s making acclaimed films so I want to see his films and perhaps work with him.
In Closer, I liked his character, and I also loved his masterful portrayal. Then I found out he had played the same role for years before doing it in the movie. This helped him know the character so well, and contributed to Closer being such a Master Class of an acting project.
I should be so blessed to follow in his footsteps.
I was watching TV today and saw Bryant Gumbel, who I used to see on TV all the time before but not in a long time now. He ended with a commentary about Michael Vick that I found so commonsensensi-(cal?, ble?) essentially he said, yes, he did disgusting things, but shall everyone stop piling on him? When will we have had enough?
I love sense and people who purvey it and apply it, I cry for common sense is not so common, and I crave to be sorrounded by people of sense; to converse with Mr. Gumbel will be a treasure.
He’s a retired general with a gentle demeanour (and I think he’s hot.)
Insha’Allah, we’ll spend hours and hours debating politics, war, the military, the future of war and peace, and really everything martial and geo-political.
Daring to do this beautiful thing: recognize when you’ve done all in one sphere of life (chess) and moving on with passion to a new sphere of life (liberalization)
What will I say?
I’ll tell him that watching Agassi: Between The Lines on The Tennis Channel changed my life.
Ang Lee has directed films that have so much FEELING. I always thought the person was a woman, Anne Lee, because how could a man, an apparently East Asian man, be sensitive enough to direct such a masterpiece of sensuality as Brokeback Mountain?