Sunday, August 1, 2010


Part II of Matt Damon.

Last night I watched Invictus.  It was way better than The Informant.  (The theory is right.  A handsome Matt out wins a goofy looking Matt any day.)

I don't remember too much about apartheid from Ms. Kane's 10th grade literature class.  Only the definition of it.  I know very little about Nelson Mandela; he endured much oppression for far too long and that he inspired a country to evolve and change the way it's seen throughout the world...(and of course what Oprah Winfrey thinks of him too).

And Francios unknown in America in the mid-90's but after seeing this movie....a household name similar to the likings of Michael Oher (The Blind Side), Jim Morris (The Rookie) or Lane Frost (Eight Seconds).

And I find myself noticing that I may be at the early stages of being infatuated with rugby.  It's seems like an interesting sport.  Fit men with massive biceps and huge thighs don't help matters either.  Does the USA have a rugby team??

I am feeling inspired to go out and buy "Rugby for Dummies" this week.  Hmmmm.  Or maybe a poetry book too. William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the Pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matter snot how strait the gate, 
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.