The Social Network



I watched “The Social Network” last night. Then I watched it again this morning. Most movies only merit one viewing for me so this is high marks indeed.

The first rowing scene especially caught my attention. The river was remarkably calm in the early morning, water smooth as glass, the sound of the rowers’ oars slapping against the water a rhythmic drum beat.

I love to be out on the water. I’ve always wanted to crew. (I knew a woman who did although I never liked her; something about the shape of her nostrils irritated me. I hated how great her arms looked. Oh sure, that was envy. Her biggest crime was dating my friend when I didn’t want to share him… But I digress.)

Back to the water, just imagining the river smell in my nose, and the peace of rowing on a quiet river, feeling the heat of muscles working in my arms is an intoxicating fantasy. I imagine watching the sky change color as the morning sun moves across the horizon, foliage of passing trees coming into verdant focus, and being one with the oars propelling the boat along. Sheer heaven.

But here’s the rub. I’m pretty lazy. You have to get up early to row and while I could drag my indolent butt out of bed somehow I prefer to be snuggled in my lovely down-filled duvet at that hour, dreaming of rowing and listening to the dogs snoring softly.

Comments

Mrs. Tuna said…
Can't row crew at noon?
Thu Jan 13, 05:32:00 AM
Carol said…
I had a brilliant idea to turn out for crew in college - being a morning person I did get up - but . . . the coaches had the nerve to ask us to jump in to Puget Sound to test our swimming skills - I could swim - but, no way was I getting in to that water. Brrrrrrrr. I can understand you wanting to snuggle under you down-filled duvet - I went straight back to my dorm and back to bed. That was my brush with the rowing team. Ha! =)
Fri Jan 14, 11:22:00 AM
Catherine said…
Its got to be that Thompson (lazy) gene kicking in. I also have visions of doing all of these amazingly disciplined activities, e.g. running, but alas, I'd rather sleep in too.
Fri Jan 14, 12:51:00 PM
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