Posts Tagged With: “The Producers”

Day 2430: That’s it.

Yesterday, when I saw this in a supermarket …

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… I thought, “That’s it.  That’s the name of tomorrow’s blog.”

“That’s it” reminds me of this dialogue from one of my favorite movies, The Producers:

Leo: I feel so strange.

Max: Maybe you’re happy.

Leo:  That’s it. I’m happy.

That’s it.   Three wonderful lines of dialogue.  As Film Quotations: 11,000 Lines Spoken On Screen, Arranged by Subject and Indexed describes that interchange: “Accountant Gene Wilder needs Broadway Producer Zero Mostel‘s help in identifying a feeling that is rare for him. ”

That’s it. My life’s work involves helping people in identifying feelings.

That’s it. It’s time for my other photos from yesterday.

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That’s it for my photos of a local supermarket, food, sunsets, and Harley (for now). And that’s it for the latest U.S. heat wave.

Here‘s “That’s It!” by Preservation Hall Jazz Band.

That’s it for today’s blog post, except for my thanks to all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 1966: Memorable lines

Yesterday, I saw a little movie called “Avengers: Infinity War” and, for me, these were the most memorable lines:

It’s like a pirate and an angel had a baby.

Get this man a shield!

Memorable lines are usually memorable for a reason.  Those two lines were memorable to me because (1) they were funny and (2) I’m very aware of pirates, angels, babies, and shields in this life. Here’s some recent proof of the latter:

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Another movie, which has lots of memorable lines, will be playing at a theater near me on June 3 and 6.

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Here are memorable lines I easily remember from The Producers.

You used to be able to sit out on the stoop like a person.  Birds!  Dirty, stinking birds.

I’m not a madam, I’m a concierge!

“Actors aren’t animals. They’re human beings!” “Really? Have you ever eaten with one?”

Germany’s moving at a faster pace.  Look out, here comes the master race!

Do you know who I used to be?

Look at me now!  I’m wearing a cardboard belt!

“I feel so strange.” “Maybe you’re happy.” “That’s it.  I’m happy.”

I’m in pain. And I’m wet. And I’m still hysterical!

You’re going to jump on me! You’re going to jump on me like Nero jumped on Poppaea!

You shut up! I am the author, you are the audience.  I outrank you!

Where did I go right?

The Führer has never said “baby.”. I did not write “baby.”  What is this “baby”?

Don’t forget the checkie.  Can’t produce plays without the checkie!

No way out. No way out. No way out.

Next time I produce a play, no author.

You know what they say! “Smile and the world smiles with you.”

This man should be in a straitjacket.

Come in, Mr. Tact!

You mean “Ooops” don’t you?  Just say ‘Ooops!’ and get out!

What scheme?  I meant no scheme.

Money is honey.  Money is honey.

Don’t be stupid, be a smarty, come and join the Nazi party!

We’ve struck gold. Not fools’ gold. Real gold. The mother lode!

You have exactly 10 seconds to change that look of disgusting pity to one of enormous respect.

Do the books, do the books.

Not many people know it, but the Fuhrer was a terrific dancer.

“Let’s assume just for the moment that you are a dishonest man.” “Assume away.”

This play’s gonna close … by page four.

Shut up!  I’m having a rhetorical conversation.

You’re an accountant! You’re in a noble profession. The word “count” is part of your title.

I never knew that the Third Reich meant Germany. I mean it’s just drenched with historical goodies like that.

“Do you think he’ll take the job?” “Only if we ask him.”

Congratulations! “Hitler” will run forever.

Have you seen the lines at the box office?

“There, there.” “Where, where?”

I want … I want everything I’ve ever seen in the movies!

What are your memorable lines?

Are there  memorable lines in my other photos from yesterday?

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Here and here are memorable lines you’ll find on YouTube if you search for “Memorable Lines.”

 

I look forward to reading memorable lines in the comment section, below.

Since some lines bear repeating …

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… “thank you” to all  who helped me share the memorable lines in today’s post and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 1680: Money is Honey

“Money is Honey” is …

  • a very short poem,
  • the title of today’s blog post,
  • one answer to this question from my honey: “What  is something that keeps you up at night?”
  • a line from one of my favorite movies (The Producers), and
  • a song sung by Nat King Cole.

Can you find money and/or honey in the photos I took yesterday?

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Money is honey but so many other things are sweet.

Thanks to all who helped me create this “Money is Honey” post and to you — of course! — for your oh-so-sweet visit to my blog today.

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Day 364: What day is it?

I believe this thing to be self-evident:  On the penultimate* day of The Year of Living Non-Judgmentally, I have managed to come up with the goofiest title, ever.

And I’m not being judgmental about that. I happen to think that “goofy” is high praise. (I believe I’ve demonstrated that belief, in this previous post.) Although, one could argue that praise, of any sort, is also judgmental.**

All right, Ann!  Enough with the charmingly (you hope) digressive style! Let’s cut to the chase!  Why do you think that title is goofy?

I think the title is goofy because … it expresses a confusion about the day, after stating what day it is.

Then why in the Wild Wild World of Sports*** did you choose THAT title (after considering several others, as usual)?

Because at this time of the year, I am often confused about what day it is.  There is something about  The Week Between Christmas and New Year’s**** that causes rampant confusion in my brain, about the day.  To add to this, I am taking two days  off from work before New Year’s Day, and routine changes often confuse my sense of time.

I’m assuming I am not alone, in these experiences.

Although I AM alone as I am writing this.

Although that’s not entirely true, either.  How can I say I’m alone?  There’s a cat on my lap.  This cat, to be exact:

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That image meets my stringent criteria for posting my own photos here, including (1) I’ve never used it before, (2) it’s in focus, and (3) it is perhaps cute and interesting enough to ameliorate* possible feelings of annoyance at my charmingly (I hope) digressive and inquisitive writing style*****.

Where was I?  Oh, yes, I am not alone. Further proof of that: my 15-year-old son, Aaron, and my boyfriend, Michael, are both here, albeit* asleep.

Hmmm. So what IS this post about, so far?  What are the themes that are already emerging?

Well, confusion is a theme.

And what might confusion indicate, right now?

It might indicate that I need a little more food or sleep.  That’s (always) possible.

However, I think it also indicates that it’s the next-to-last day of the year. Endings — and the approach of endings — can definitely cause confusion, in me.

Perhaps I’m not alone in that, too. Also, confusion is not always a bad thing,  is it?

As I am approaching the end of this post, let’s see if I can find an image that represents “confusion,” right now.  First, I shall check my trusty iPhone. I have no expectations, at this point, whether a photo is waiting there, that will fit the bill.

(….suspenseful pause…..)

OMG!  I’ve struck gold. Not fool’s gold; real gold. The mother lode!  The mother of them all. ***

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That shot, which I took last Friday in the hospital cafeteria, not only meets all my criteria for my own photos, it is the perfect representation of the concept “confusion.”   While true perfection may not exist, just look at all the confusion we’ve got there, in one single image. Feast your eyes on all the opposites, dialectics*, paradoxes, and contradictions!

Healthy/unhealthy. Biodegradable/Plastic. Cafeteria food/Salad bar. Dark/Light. Mac & Cheese/Anti-Mac & Cheese.

It’s all there, people! (And you may see more, too.)

Ahhhhhh.  My work here is done.

At least for the day.

Thanks to all my readers, no matter what day you happen to drop by. There’s no confusion here: I appreciate your visit, wherever you are.


* One of my favorite words.  I would define it, but I’m hoping the context will clarify its meaning, if necessary. Also, I hope to use this footnote as a running gag throughout the post.

** My good friend Krystal wrote me about that, last week.

*** This is a steal from Mel Brooks. See here for the first (mis-remembered) steal. I can’t find a clip for the second steal, which is from one of my favorite movies, “The Producers.”

**** Yes, Mark Bialczak, I am using this form, for now.

***** At least, in this particular case, among cat people. For people who don’t like cats, all bets are off.

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Day 75: Things that make me go _____

I woke up this morning thinking of lots of subjects I could write about, today and in future posts.

I considered writing some drafts for future posts, and then thought, “Hey!  Maybe I can come up with a topic today that can cover several of these ideas!”

Hence the title of this post, “Things that make me go __.” (With thanks to a song title I’ve always liked:  “Things That Make You Go Hmmm.”)

THINGS THAT MAKE ME GO BOO HOO.

Here are some things that can make me so sad, that I may very well cry.

1. When I experience somebody disconnecting from me.

There are all sorts of reasons why people disconnect from each other — why they regulate intimacy in the moment — whether it’s guilt, shame, being overwhelmed, fear of being rejected, boredom, fear of intimacy, etc.

In the hospital, when I was a kid, I think treaters would sometimes put up barriers to connection, for lots of reasons, so I think I am pret-ty sensitized to that moment of disconnecting. At the same time, I recognize that we all regulate intimacy — we have to!  Boundaries are important.

My most recent experience of my sensitivity to this “moment of disconnecting”  was yesterday.  After a person who schedules meetings at work was harried and a little abrupt with me — because (I know!) that person is overworked and (I think!) guilty about needing to cancel lots of meetings —  I went back to my office, closed the door, and, much to my amazement, sobbed for a few minutes.

2. When somebody I like leaves.

When I was sobbing in my office yesterday, it also occurred to me that this reaction might also be related to the fact that  one of the people at the front desk where I work — who does a great job and who is welcoming, thoughtful, fun, and just generally wonderful —  was leaving yesterday.  It was her last day at work with us.  (Sigh.)

3. When animals are in danger or hurt in some way.

When I was a kid, I remember reading a children’s book where somebody steps on a kitten, and the kitten dies.  Oh. My. Gawd.  I think I cried for days.

Also, I saw the movie “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” in the theater when I was really young. (I just looked it up — I was 8 years old.) I remember a scene at the end of the movie, where Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard are reuniting for a “happy” ending, after Audrey Hepburn had done this horrifying thing of pushing her cat out of the cab into the rain. I remember that I couldn’t stop crying — even though George Peppard had found the cat, and he and Audrey were hugging, with the cat in between them — because the cat was still getting wet.

While I think that’s great that I could find that scene just now on YouTube, I have to admit that — watching it again now, for the first time since I was a kid — I started crying when Audrey Hepburn kicked the cat out of the cab. Again!  And I’m just turning off the waterworks, now.

Man!

Okay.  Time to move on to another emotion. I think I’ll write about one more, for this post today.

THINGS THAT MAKE ME GO HA HA.

Here are some things that make me happy, to the extent that I Laugh Out Loud.

(By the way, I have a pet peeve about the abbreviation LOL. I sometimes suspect that people use this inauthentically!   I think that when people write LOL, they are often  NOT Laughing Out Loud, but rather Smiling To Themselves.  I know that’s shocking, but this is what I assume.

If I ruled the blogosphere — and was therefore corrupted by that power — I might track people’s use of LOL, compare that with video taken of them by their computers’ cameras, and impose fines for misrepresentation.)

1. Certain scenes in certain movies.

The first movie I remember laughing out loud at in a theater was “It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World” —  a very slap-stick-y movie with a huge cast.  (I just googled that, too, and I was 10 years old when I saw it.)  I laughed and laughed at a scene where there is a car crash in a tunnel —  which we don’t see, but only hear. What cracked me up was not the crash, but what happened after a moment of stillness and silence, when a tire comes rolling out of the tunnel.

I have seen this scene subsequently, and it didn’t make me laugh again. I don’t think I even found it all that funny. But I did enjoy seeing it, remembering how much pleasure that movie moment gave me, when I was a kid.

Let’s see if I can find that scene on YouTube now. (I have to admit, dear reader, I’m still a little drained after watching that friggin’ Audrey Hepburn kick that poor cat out of the cab again.) (So I will do my best, but I’ll only look for a brief time.)

The trailers I looked at have lots and lots of action scenes, but they don’t show that moment. Here’s one trailer (I think it’s actually a non-USA trailer):

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The only YouTube video I found that included that Rolling Tire was one of those compilations somebody makes with their own soundtrack. So forget that.

But looking at several YouTube videos told me something– I probably liked that rolling tire because it was one of the few “subtle” moments of comedy in the whole thing — it was a momentary rest from all that action!

Other movies where I’ve laughed out loud  — since that initial time in 1963 —  include “The Producers” (the original, 1968 version), “This is Spinal Tap,” “Galaxy Quest,” “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” and “A Fish Called Wanda.”

While there are lots of movies I think are funny (I’m thinking of the early Woody Allen movies), I don’t easily laugh out loud at them. And I’m actually having trouble thinking of another movie, since that scene in “It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World,” where I have truly cracked up, laughing for an extended period of time at a movie.

2. Sharing a moment of silliness with a friend, where we both think we’re not supposed to be laughing.

Oh, yes. This is probably the Mother Lode of Laughing out Loud.  My friend, Megan, at my birthday party, told a story about our attending a weekend workshop at a place where You Weren’t Supposed to Talk During Meals.  Something struck us both as funny during one of these meals, and we could NOT stop laughing.  We had to leave the dining room.  The laughing — and the trying not to laugh — was so intense, it hurt.  (Do you have memories of something like this, dear reader?)

3. Finding pleasure, delight, and surprise in something somebody tells me.

I’ve been told that I’m quite an easy laugher — outside of movies, I guess. When I’m having a personal interaction, I know I really enjoy hearing other people’s humor, creativity, and any expression of their personal joie de vivre.

I’m sometimes not actually aware that I’m laughing, and other people sometimes let me know about that. Just the other day, a patient whom I had seen for a few sessions, and then hadn’t returned for about a year,  called to make an appointment. She said, at the end of the phone conversation, “I miss you!”  I remembered being surprised by that.  When I saw her in person, she said, “You laughed when I said I missed you. Why?” She said she wasn’t offended, but curious.

Sometimes I wonder whether people might take my (often unconscious) laughter “the wrong way.” I guess I can’t control that, but maybe I can be more mindful of my own laughter, and hope that people check it out with me, as this patient did.

Okay, dear reader, I’m going to end this Saturday Post, because here are two Things that Make me Go Zzzzzz (or at least run low on energy):

  1. Writing a post with some deep emotional content, and
  2. Needing something to eat.

Thanks for reading, everybody.

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