Que gran pelicula de Woody Allen y con un Larry David espectacular. El guion fue escrito en los 70. Do we know each other? Do we like each other? Let me tell you right off, okay? I'm not a likeable guy. Charm has never been a priority with me. And just so you know, this is not the feel-good movie ofthe year. So if you're one ofthose idiots who needs to feel good, go get yourself a foot massage. -Mom, that man's talking to himself! -Come away, Justin. What the hell does it all mean anyhow? Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nothing comes to anything, and yet there's no shortage of idiots to babble. Not me. I have a vision. I'm discussing you. Your friends, your co-workers, your newspapers, the TV. Everybody's happy to talk, full of misinformation. Morality, science, religion, politics, sports, love. Your portfolio, your children, health. Christ. lf I have to eat nine servings offruits and vegetables a day to live, I don't want to live. I hate goddamn fruits and vegetables. And your omega-3's and the treadmill and the cardiogram and the mammogram and the pelvic sonogram and, oh, my God, the colonoscopy! And with it all, the day still comes when they put you in a box and it's on to the next generation of idiots who'll also tell you all about life and define for you what's appropriate. My father committed suicide because the morning newspapers depressed him. And could you blame him? With the horror and corruption and ignorance and poverty and genocide and AlDS and global warming and terrorism and the family-value morons and the gun morons! "The horror," Kurtz said at the end of Heart ofDarkness. "The horror." Lucky Kurtz didn't have the Times delivered in the jungle, then he'd see some horror. But what do you do? You read about some massacre in Darfur or some school bus gets blown up, and you go, "Oh, my God, the horror!" And then you turn the page and finish your eggs from free-range chickens. Because what can you do? It's overwhelming. I tried to commit suicide myself. Obviously, it didn't work out. But why do you even want to hear about all this? Christ, you got your own problems. I'm sure you're all obsessed with any number of sad little hopes and dreams. Your predictably unsatistying love lives. Your failed business ventures. "Oh, if only I'd bought that stock!" "lf only I had purchased that house years ago!" "lf only I had made a move on that woman." lfthis, ifthat. You know what? Give me a break with your "could haves" and "should haves." Like my mother used to say, "lf my grandmother had wheels, she'd be a trolley car." My mother didn't have wheels. She had varicose veins. Still, the woman gave birth to a brilliant mind. I was considered for a Nobel Prize in physics. I didn't get it. But, you know, it's all politics, just like every other phony honor. Incidentally, don't think I'm bitter because of some personal setback. By the standards of a mindless, barbaric civilization, I've been pretty lucky. I was married to a beautiful woman, who had family money. For years we lived on Beekman Place. I taught at Columbia. String theory.

Friends of all ages are such a blessing! These are my friends, Mary and Robert. Mary and Robert really have enjoyed life. Up until a few years ago, they were still going tent camping with a group to Colorado. They both liked to laugh together. They married later in life after she finished her Masters Degree in Education. She had a beautiful head of auburn hair then. Both of them were educators. Mary was a college professor and a high school teacher, an adult education teacher and a quiet inspiration during her lifetime. Humble and modest. She was such a blessing to me. Her beloved, Robert, was a high school Science teacher. The perfect match. While she was not my grandmother, she was a grandmother to brag about! She was a blessing to so many. Always a wonderful grandmother, she worked hard every Christmas to gather gifts for all of her grandchildren, no matter how bad her health became. As a grandparent, she was someone I wanted to be like . . . not just if I become a grandparent, but to younger people - who ever they are, because she cared about young people her whole life. She volunteered her time her whole life too, right up to the end. Mary was a gentle and humble person; she was also tough as nails when it came to being determined to be the best person she could be and standing for what she believed. Mary was determined that she should stay as healthy as she possibly could, no matter what conditions she faced. She walked a half hour on her treadmill each day, as long as she could until her balance became an issue. But she was still determined to march ahead in life. She collected bears and I liked buying her a bear for her birthday, if I could. Mary was one of the wisest women I've known. This is the last photo I took of Mary; she had not been well for the last several years and she passed away in October. She would have turned 79 last Friday. She was missed by more than just her husband and me, I am sure. Yet, she will inspire those who knew and loved her with her model of kindness forever.