tifosi77 wrote:Such a great movie. McQueen was the shiznit.
:thumb: :thumb:Gaucho wrote:I stay on your crew
like Mario Lemieux
Anaïs Nin wrote:We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers. Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, no this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
Mario Lemieux looks like a large, sleepy, and perhaps even lazy lion on a sunny afternoon at the zoo. He moves slowly, but with pleasure and something just short of arrogance. He’s enjoying himself and, frankly, who’s going to stop him? It’s his world and everybody has to pay to see him.
Even when he pounces, Lemieux does so fluidly, using his long reach and deliberate, powerful strides to do deeds that lesser animals can barely imagine. In a sport such as hockey, full of chaotic, capricious action and frenzied effort, it is almost comic that Lemieux can be so good while seeming to try so little. While others want to prove they are working, he simply uses his intuition and grace.
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