Monday musings, plus also Paul Newman
October 06, 2008 By: almostgotit Category: Joanne Woodward, Newman and Woodward, Paul Newman, Uncategorized, blogging, criticism, handling criticism, humor, korrektiv, writers
Almostgotit takes a deep breath and plunges into Monday…
• How sad I was at the news of Paul Newman’s recent death. Newman’s greatest Hollywood accomplishment, of course, was his 50-year marriage to fellow actor Joanne Woodward. Playboy magazine once asked Newman if he’d ever been tempted to stray. Newman’s swoony response: I have steak at home; why go out for hamburger?
• Karen of Working Girl recently posted about a talk she’d given on the two “secrets” to getting published. I found her words about handling criticism particularly brilliant:
Helpful criticisms are ones that, when you hear them, seem familiar to you. You will feel a flash of recognition. Maybe a little voice in the back of your head says, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along!” Helpful criticisms feel “right.” Helpful criticisms spur you to do more of whatever it is you do, and to do it better.
• The political, literary and social commentary on Korrektiv has been particularly fun lately. Almostgotit.com commentors Quin and Rufus are both part of the Korrektiv team. Bad Catholics, indeed!
• Congratulations to blogging buddy James Viscosi who has been very successful with his new blog, the wonderfully funny Dennis’ Diary of Destruction. Nor am I just saying so because James and his dog Dennis (who has been leaving his own comments of late on Almostgotit.com) recently presented me and MY dog, Jerry, with a Gold Paw Award. As I so rarely receive awards of any kind, I’ve since posted the Coveted Gold Paw right here in my own sidebar.
Badly. James is also an IT person who seems to have invented his very own kind of HTML…
October 6th, 2008 at 1:06 pm
Yeah, PN was a great role model. I’d say they don’t make ‘em like that anymore but I don’t want to start out Monday with a gloomy thought….
Thanks for the link!
Love your gold paw.
October 6th, 2008 at 1:15 pm
Thanks for the shout out to the third grade class at (double-k) Korrektiv.
October 6th, 2008 at 1:20 pm
Tee hee, Rufus! And so amended –thanks for korrekting me.
October 7th, 2008 at 12:21 am
hello almostgotit its dennis the vizsla dog hay yoo ar welkum for the golden paw and sorry abowt dadas weerd html and ennyway dada sez that sinse evrywun seems to like my blog better than his he mite as wel let me leev comments and stuf but i stil let him leev them frum time to time if i am feeling jenerus ha ha ok bye
October 7th, 2008 at 6:46 pm
Peggy at Career Encouragement forwarded this to me after reading today’s post:
Paul Newman
Only women of a certain era will fully appreciate this story. (if you don’t understand this, tell your mother, she’ll get it)
A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small New England town where Paul Newman and his family often visited.
One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a
brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone.
She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.
There was only one other patron in the store:Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee. The w oman’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes.
The actor nodded graciously and the star struck woman smiled demurely.
Pull yourself together! She chides herself. You’re a happily married woman with three children, you’re forty-five years old, not a teenager!
The clerk filled her order and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman’s direction.
When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change but her other hand was empty. Where’s my ice cream cone? Did I! L! eave it in the store? Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk’s hand or in a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream cone was in sight..
With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman.His face broke into his familiar, warm, friendly grin and he said to the woman,
“You put it in your purse.”