Philip Seymour Hoffman

The Talented Mr. Ripley

Philip Seymour Hoffman was (and it hurts to have to type was) one of the greatest actors of all time.  The combination of drugs with immense talent is one that somehow saddens, intrigues, and baffles me all at once.  The world lost an incredible human being today and we can only be grateful for and cherish the beauty of the work he leaves behind.  When a death occurs in this manner R.I.P. seems to hold a more significant meaning.  Rest in peace, Philip Seymour Hoffman.

Almost Famous

The Big Lebowski

Boogie Nights



WATCH: Frances Ha

I had heard about this movie for a little while now, but only finally got around to watching it the other night. Mumblecore films are not for everyone, but I usually love them. Greta Gerwig does an extraordianry acting job in this film. If you haven’t seen her in other films you might think she’s actually a lot like Frances, but in reality she is a lot less weird. As a 20 year old I could relate to the struggle Frances goes through as she attempts to “grow up”. I thought her relationship with Sophie was very believable, and I loved how the film continued to surprise me. For example, when Frances takes a trip to Paris you might expect it to be a turning point, or at least filled with some type of adventure, and yet it is totally anti-climatic. The film wraps up a little too neatly, but overall I thought it was a great story.

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Sa Bhaile: What getting my first tattoo felt like

Sa Bhaile: What getting my first tattoo felt like

i remember the days i spent in ireland more vividly than some of the days i spent at college this past week.

on one of those memorable days i got two words tattooed on my foot because they made sense. more than just their meaning but also in the way they sounded.

sa bhaile.

it means at home in irish. it’s a feeling that is extremely distinct, but not easy to come by. if i knew how to describe it, then i’d probably know how to find it more easily than i do. i felt it in Ireland, and it was the first time I’d truly felt it in a long time.

right before i sat down on the tattoo bed i remember wondering if i was making a mistake. i felt at home, but i feared it would fade, and then i’d look at the tattoo, and i was not sure what i would feel that would be bad, but i was afraid i would regret it.

i consciously made the decision not to let that stop me. i realized that my sense of comfort in Dublin would fade because i had a return plane ticket back to america. i knew i’d have to leave the amazing people i’d been lucky enough to meet in ireland, and i knew that the feeling of home would go away, just like it had before.

but i also knew that in that moment it existed, and it could exist again after ireland and it was a weird moment where all of a sudden i wasn’t fearful, but felt a sense of understanding. i knew that even though everything in the world, and in my life was not perfect, and not always okay, that was okay. over-said quotes like this too shall pass became clear, and beautiful, and when the needle pricked my foot, and the blues-music loving tattoo artist signed those words in cursive, everything happened like i was floating with water, swimming with the current.