Steve James’s documentary about Roger Ebert, Life Itself (2014), stirred up some feelings in me. It played on memories and sharpened regrets. Sitting next to a young man who ordered a little bottle of Jack Daniels every time the drinks cart came by on a flight from Istanbul to New York, wrapped in the post-production letdown of Swimming with Byron, I watched the movie critic I’d only ever known on television, and liked him the more I saw of him. My father, a journalist from Ebert’s era, came to mind. So did my own 10-year career on newspapers, along with my own hopes for this blog when I started it.
The short story: I haven’t kept at it the way I meant to. I watched Ebert, unable to speak, jaw hanging off the bottom of his face as he fought throat cancer, blogging away, and admired his spirit, while blaming myself for my own lack of output.
This sort of thing leads to resolutions. Continue reading ““Life Itself” – A New Direction for the Blog”