Go see Hotel Rwanda.
I went to see it last night with some friends. I brought a bunch of Kleenexes because (a) it's about genocide and (b) I cry even at phone commercials. I barely needed them. Instead, half an hour in, I started shaking, and didn't stop until an hour after the movie was over.
By a wonderful coincidence, Paul Rusesabagina, the man on whose experiences the movie is based, is coming to speak here tomorrow. Can't wait.
And online-friend-of-online-friends Quinn has spent time at the tribunal that is trying to sort out this whole mess. Read her story.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Ask me about my vow of silence.
My Flickr page
Labels
- frivolity (82)
- reminiscin' (46)
- not my writin' (37)
- workin' (28)
- Buddhism (20)
- family (10)
- music makin' (10)
- travellin' (7)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2005
(102)
-
▼
February
(20)
- A call to repair the Hubble Space Telescope
- learning experience
- It's the dream
- Yahoo! News - Canada Says Will Stay Out of U.S. Mi...
- Socks!
- Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is ho...
- a new folk idiom
- article title
- movie
- Bodhisattva vow
- We do stuff.
- The hardest thing I've ever done
- eeeurgh
- gender gap in science, take two
- The purpose of Lent is not only expiation, to sati...
- experiment
- Sexism in science
- letter
- All the world's a stage
- This pretty much sums up how I feel about Orkut t...
-
▼
February
(20)
1 comment:
Thanks a million times for posting this. You've given me a sense of accomplishment I thought was gone. Some purpose has returned, and it's because you've talked about Rwanda. Thank you thank you thank you.
Post a Comment