I’ll let the fruit bowl speak for me today. It’s Friday and it’s fresh out there.
Here are this week’s distractions:
What surprised me this week. A gay-marriage opponent changes his mind. from the Walrus magazine. Everyone can evolve, even Michael Coren.
As my faith has deepened over the years, I have tried to broaden the circle of inclusive love rather than guard the borders of what I once thought was Christian truth. Instead of holding the door firm, I want to hold it wide open. I have realized that Christianity is a permanent revolution, a state of being in which we believers must challenge our preconceptions every moment of every day. How dare I—with all of my brokenness and sordid, banal sinfulness—criticize someone simply because he or she wants to live life fully? How the hell dare I?
For the whole essay, read here.
What thrilled me: This first teeny glimpse into Macbeth, starring two of contemporary cinema’s finest: Michael Fassbender and Marion Cotillard. It opened at Cannes, but will be released later this year. Fassbender and Cotillard?
DREAM TEAM, BABY. Yes, I’m stoked.
Winners of the Cannes Film Festival jury prizes will be announced this weekend when the festival wraps up.
What made me laugh: I didn’t love the guy but then, I’m just suffering from fatigue of snark, and prefer my ascent to Dreamtown to come with straight up giggles, rather than wincing contempt. Yet Letterman’s impact can’t be overstated, and the bloated celebrity world deserved his routine punctures most of the time. As for his final show, the tip of the hat to his staff, especially his writers, pleased me (predictable, I know) and this bit showed off some of his softer edges. He didn’t get rich being soft but he did win me over with these segments.
What made me realize I’m still a spring chicken: The oldest ever recipient of a PHD.
What made me cry: What some people do for fun and kicks is getting stranger by the minute.