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what is more likely here,that a message from aliens results in a magical machine… that whisks you away to the center of the galaxy… to go windsurfing with dear old dad and then a split second later returns you home without a single shred of proof?
or
that your experience is the result of being the unwitting star in the farewell performance of one s.r. hadden. a man with the means, the motive to play you and indeed the rest of us as pawns in the biggest, the most elaborate, the most expensive hoax of all time?

dr. arroway, you come to us with no evidence, no record, no artifacts… only a story that, to put it mildly, strains credibility. over half a trillion dollars were spent. dozens of lives were lost. are you really going to sit there and tell us we should just take this all on faith?

please answer the question doctor

ellie: is it possible that it didn’t happen? yes.as a scientist i must concede that. i must volunteer that.

wait a minute, let me get this straight...you admit that you have absolutely no physical evidence to back up your story?

ellie: yes.

you admit that you have very well may have hallucinated this whole thing?

ellie: yes.

you admit that if you were in our position you would respond with exactly the same degree of incredulity and skepticism?

ellie: yes.

then why don't you simply withdraw your testimony and concede that this journey to the center of the galaxy, in fact, never took place?

ellie: because i can't...
i had an experience... i can't prove it. i can't even explain it.
but everything i know as a human being, everything that i am tells me that it was real.
i was given something wonderful, something that changed me forever.
a vision of the universe that tells us undeniably how tiny and insignificant and how rare and precious we all are.
a vision that tells us that we belong to something that is greater than ourselves, that we are not, that none of us are alone.
i wish i could share that... i wish that everyone, if even for one moment, could feel that awe and humility and hope.
that continues to be my wish.

happy b-day

it's r's birthday today...
i didn't get him anything tangible..
i didn't know what to get...

ha ha... this is going to be the first of a long string of birthdays where i hope he will be disappointed to no end..

i'm such a good wife... (insert evil grin)

yay!

eggs

it's very frightening how much i have unknowingly adopted my mother's characteristics...
i swore day in and day out how i would not be like her..
how i wouldn't think like her, eat like her, believe like her, speak like her, clean like her...

but day in and day out i see more of herself in me...

she loves eggs.
boiled, poached, scrambled, over easy, sunny side up, egg salad, deviled, omelet... all of them...
and i confess... to my horror... i too, love them all...

jeebus only knows what's next...

humans are a strange wonder... durable, yet breakable... like plastic

the media is at that stage in the game where they're past the pictures and stories of the displaced unfortunate..
and they've moved on to 'who's to blame'...
what was bush doing in the 24 hours after the hurricane hit...
and where the f**k is cheney in all of this..
do we even have a vice-president?

but it still doesn't change the fact that thousands and thousands of people lost their homes and everything in them...

so much has happened in just these past few years...
it's already been 4 years since 9/11...
massacres before that, wars after that...
fire in a corean subway in 2003... epidemics in afrika...
bombings in the u.k.... hurricane katrina...

i don't know how people do it..
how are we capable of dealing with one tragedy after another..
now, more than ever, the technological advancement of communication opens our eyes and ears to a wider scope of news around the world...
in doing so, we have inadvertently managed to expose ourselves to even more natural disasters and man-made horrors 25 hours a day, 8 days week, 366 days a year...

it's all slightly overwhelming... almost to the point of expelling the contents of one's stomach..
it doesn't quite make me vomit.. but the gagging reflex is there..

but somehow we manage to pick ourselves up, clean up and continue on this journey that is both strangely intoxicating and irresistibly addictive, where absolutely nothing is 110% certain...

humans are truly an odd species..

i luv tv...

i haven't watched every episode... yet (i probably will when it comes out on dvd)..
but i am huked on entourage...

critics claim it is "sex in the city" for men..
but it's too much fun to be just for men...
like how gq is, often times, more interesting to read than cosmo..
i never really understood "sex in the city"... i think it was too love-is-in-the-air, women-power, gotta-have-more-shoes, than i cared for...
then again, i never really cared for pink... *shudder*

so, watch it, don't watch it... who the f**k cares...
in the words of ari gold...let's hug it out bitch!!