Marie and I saw The Diving Bell and the Butterfly a few days ago. It was an unusual movie, based on a true story of Jean-Dominique Bauby’s stroke, near total paralysis, and determined memoir that grew from it.
I admired Bauby’s creative “to the end” spirit.
I somewhat more appreciated the entire support system of translators and therapists (mostly women), that nursed him through his tedious memoir translation process.
His ailment left him and his a support group the daunting task of communication… using only the blink of one eye, and a alphabetical designation to each blink.
The movie is well shot in an artistic “point of view” fashion by 1980’s art star painter turned director Julian Schnabel.
“Interesting” is too passive a word for this exquisite movie… because the emotional backdrop is so difficult to imagine and capture without being overly sentimental.
It intrigues me that “Jean Do” in the beginning expresses his desire to die…. Isn’t that how we’d all feel in his situation?
The mere fact that a memoir was produced at all, is a testament to the human spirit by Bauby and his extensive support group.
A powerful movie IMHO…

Hey folks…
Marie and I are going to go see the Barrelhouse Mamas at the Grey Eagle this Friday (May 16th) here in Asheville. Check my earlier blog.
It ought to be a good time with some great music.
Maybe see you there?
All my big news is happening on my Fab-Slab blogsite of late.
I just delivered a suite of cast concrete and welded steel furniture to Dwellings here in Asheville.
I guess I am on the road to making some of this career change work!
Here’s a tasty picture of my way way too heavy coffee table.

I have my first cast concrete kitchen counters to produce starting next week… then it’s off to the races! At the end of this month I replace our kitchen counters! Have I gone concrete crazy?
I’ll keep you informed.