The Best of the Best For Now
These fluctuate, but based on my mood this week, these are my top choices for music, film, and novel.
Best Song: Strange Fire by the Indigo Girls -- the Indigo Girls are one of my favorite songwriter/singers ever. Their lyrics are truly poetic, and their harmonies co-mingle in such a way that they seem to express through inflection, the layered dimensions of the soul. For example, Emily Saliers will sing her part gruff and urgent, as if to say, "I'm not going to take it anymore," and Amy Ray's voice lays on top, soft and yearning, saying, in counterpart, "But I'm scared."
Best Movie: Moonstruck -- No, it's not deep. But this movie perfectly expresses the manifestation of love in all its forms. Many truths exist within this film's dialogue. Its portrayal of love is mirrored in its portrait of an Italian family: loud, crazy, imperfect, but deep and abiding.
Best Book: The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand -- I read a lot. My eyes have known many books. I'm quite sure that one reason I'm blind as a bat was my childhood habit to read long after the lights went out, holding my book under the covers, squinting to discern words in the darkness. Though I will have a favorite book of the moment, the Fountainhead always remains my number one (the only constant on this list). Knowing a little about Ayn Rand, I imagine her heroes are like her: strong, unyielding, confident in who they are and not taking shit from anybody who might tell them they shouldn't do things a certain way because society says so.
I'm going to throw in a bonus best. This week's Sunday Stumpers asked "What's the weirdest compliment you've ever received?" and I'd like to contribute my best weirdest compliment I've ever received.
Best Weirdest Compliment I've Ever Received: "Those boots really accentuate your personature."