tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post455184324150236420..comments2023-11-02T14:03:21.567+00:00Comments on Chip Dale's Diary: My Japanese Name Isn’t Carlos Tevez…Big Chip Dalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05585365213244296058noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-49665200315497480802007-05-12T16:15:00.000+00:002007-05-12T16:15:00.000+00:00Why apologise for a long comment, Ms. Baroque? It ...Why apologise for a long comment, Ms. Baroque? It put my own thoughts into some context. <BR/><BR/>I was astonished to discover they weren't professional actors, but my real astonishment was the lack of a sentimental ending. It makes me look to real life and wonder how correct it was. On a small scale, just watching football over the last year, since Italy (quite ironically, I suppose) won the Big Chip Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05585365213244296058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5404143683835677190.post-69963755598060466742007-05-12T15:35:00.000+00:002007-05-12T15:35:00.000+00:00Well, you may be Chip Dale and I may be me, whoeve...Well, you may be Chip Dale and I may be me, whoever that is, but I increasingly think we're occupying some weird sort of parallel space. I too recently saw "The Bicycle Thieves" and was knocked sideways by it. <BR/><BR/>Not only that, but my long post this morning (as the bishop... never mind) was about this very thing of being one's own self for the purposes of being, or making, one's own art. Ms Baroquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01836227454899083962noreply@blogger.com