There is a dumb movie everyone seems to like called Somewhere in Time. I used to think Christopher Reeve was cool as Superman, but this movie killed it. I won’t ruin the story for you, go watch it, you might just like it. This is actually considered a classic and is the mother of all time-traveling romances (though one of the most implausible). I remembered it because I heard the main theme recently in a restaurant. Somewhere in Time by John Barry was one of my favorite pieces, and hearing it really made me miss having a piano at home. There’s already an empty room in my apartment where my piano will reside once I can afford one. If you don’t know what piece I’m talking about listen to it here.
I just noticed I used two Barries in one section. It doesn’t matter. I just noticed.
One of my favorite movies, and I don't know if I should say this, but I will anyway, is The Notebook. It's not my absolute favorite movie. Let's be clear about that. That would be Legends of the Fall. (Three loyal brothers, good-looking middle son, long hair… What's not to like?)
Despite it being written by the guy most responsible for making husbandry (not to be confused with farming) insanely difficult by planting all these rose-colored ideas in female brains, Nicholas Sparks, I like The Notebook because it's the story of two crazy people, crazy enough to fall in love, crazy enough to try, fail, crazy enough to try again, and crazy enough to see it through.
Even at the end of the movie they're crazy. Something in her brain keeps her from remembering, and something in his brain keeps him around to remind her - everyday. Not exactly what I would call my dream life - or anyone's.
I was reminded of this kind of crazy after one our family lunches few Sundays ago. As has been happening more frequently, our conversion made its way to one of our inevitable topics: me and females. To be more accurate, me and my lack of them.
Joe: What about Isabel (I put this name randomly so don't get any ideas)?
Me: What about her?
Joe: She's nice. Pretty too.
Mom: Why are you guys so looks oriented?
Me: Do you want ugly grandkids?
Mom: har har.
Mom: My wish for you is that you marry someone who is moral and wise.
Me: Did you marry Pop because he was moral and wise?
Pop: She married me for my looks.
Brothers Bonifacio: Hahahaha!
During the back and forth, Joshua went: I'm really happy I fought for Kristie.
Me: What do you mean?
Joshua: I'm really happy that even when no one approved of her we stuck it out.
My initial thought was: Wait until you have to feed her and watch your happy turn into a Happy Meal. But driving home later that evening, I thought about what he said. Joshua can be understatedly profound, and he brings a perspective to this performance-oriented brotherhood. He's a constant reminder to me that God has called us to love people.
And that's when I remembered The Notebook.
Because when I think about love, I don't think about the wisest and smartest people I know. When I think about love, I actually think about people who were so in love that they had gone beyond comprehension, as if they had gone crazy. When I think about love I think about the story of a boy who had nothing, a girl who should have known better but didn't, who put their trust in the greatest Love available to us, God, and didn't let anything get in the way. I'm talking about my folks by the way, and they just celebrated their 28th anniversary this month.
I know I'm known for being an Asian Professor Higgins, but I have to say, that really inspires me.