I don't expect my resolve to last long, but I'm going to attempt to put a gag on Li'l Writer Guy. I love to write, and there's always a large backlog of issues, large and small, on which my mind is constantly spewing forth essay fragments. Crafting them into some coherent form and publishing the result usually offers some relief, but recent political and philosophical discussions (of which what is published is but the tip of the iceberg) have instead left me enervated.
When I consider the long hours it takes to get my thoughts into shareable form, hours that have much more pressing needs tugging insistently at their sleeves, I'm thinking Li'l Writer Guy needs to spend some time with the Carthusian monks.Bye, L.W. Guy. Send me the movie when you're done. ;-)
Unfortunately, we had only gotten through about the first two hours of the movie, watching it through Netflix's "Instant" service, when we started having Internet trouble, and it was too late at night to have patience with "your movie should start again in 20 minutes." On the other hand, that was enough to be quite captivated. The image that stays with me the most is of the two monks cutting wood: the young novice breaking into a sweat and wearing himself out with his energetic motions, and the old man calmly, deliberately, slowly outpacing him in production without looking in the least bit tired.
