Paul Newman is such an attractive man. I love looking at his pictures; he just has that look that I love in a guy. Masculine, yet clean cut. He looks like he can man handle you or treat you like a lady, depending on your mood. He has a timeless face and a smile which has made him irresistible throughout each phase of life.
 
People just looked differently back then (1940s-1960s). They had a classier flare, a certain style which seems to have died out when our grandparents turned 80.  
 
Another admirable trait that Paul Newman seems to have is his devotion to his wife. Or, I should say, their devotion to each other. A quote from his wife, Joanne Woodward (woman in picture above), ”Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that’s a real treat.”  It is remarkable to hear Woodward, who is married to arguably one of the most attractive men in American history, say that looks are in a sense overrated. It’s refreshing to hear that someone who married such an attractive man admits that even that fades away and ultimately is not enough to carry a relationship. We are such a visual culture, we think that because a person has a pretty face everything else will in turn be pretty. The truth is, at least for me, what makes a person beautiful has much more to do with what causes the sparkle in their eye, not their inherited beautiful face. It is sometimes very difficult to not buy into the package of what is beautiful, because we see it everywhere all of the time. I do enjoy looking at beautiful people, but there is nothing better than someone who can make you smile, Woodward is right.
When Paul Newman was asked how his marriage survives the temptations of Hollywood, he responded, “Why fool around with hamburger when you have steak at home?”

 
 
See for yourself:

In Robert Frost’s “Hyla Brook” he concludes his poem with, “We love the things we love for what they are.” But do we? Do we really love the things we love for what they are? I don’t know if that is necessarily true. Sure, maybe, sometimes we actually do love things for what they are, the good and the bad, the weird, the ugly, the pretty. There are times when all things considered we still love the thing we love, for what it is, not for who we want them to be, or who they once were. I have before; I’ve loved things for what they are. I do still now…
My favorite place to walk is up and down the random row of trees that are just right of the reflecting pool (if you are walking towards the Prudential Center). When you are in them you forget that you are in the city, kind of, and your only structure is this checkered path. This pathway works for any step, a staccato rhythm, a slow waltz, even a square dance. This evening I chose the slow waltz, a little hard to master when you’re going stag, but like anything else, you learn to manage.
 
Quote:
 
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
- “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” T.S. Eliot

I’m feeling a little down. 

I am on my way to reach these goals of mine. 

I have been reading The Hours and it is a very powerful book. 

I started co-op.

Quotes from the book by Michael Cunningham: