“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”—
Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater
In honor of my new niece, Adeline Cleary Frandle. Be kind, baby. I love you!
My life philosophy? I’m not sure that this counts as a philosophy but I try to make sure that I’m always living in preparation for the question, “Is there anything that stands out as something you’d go back and do again?”
I want my answer to teem with enthusiasm, “Yes! There are thousands of moments that I’d like to re-live! Millions! You were in a lot of them; let’s go back and live some of those again but this time I’ll be you and you can be me!”
“My biggest problem is that there is simply no creativity in movies with black casts at all. White people are 12 year old wizards, teens with crushes on vampires and werewolves, fighting blue people, talking fish and toys, and yet the best we get is a movie about the genteel south? Someone please make a movie about two black folks falling in love at a rock concert or a feature film about Storm from X-Men discovering her power, or something, ANYTHING, that goes beyond Black Pain (TM) / White Saviour (TM) movies. Sheesh.”—