Wow. I went to go see "A Mighty Heart," the new Angelina Jolie movie last night about Daniel Pearl's kidnapping; she plays his incredible wife Mariane.
Watching all the scenes in Pakistan brought back to me the incredible stress I felt from the chaos of visiting India earlier this year. Beyond that, I can't even to capture the wide range of emotions I felt during the movie—from anger to sadness—but for some reason I was so proud to sit there and watch that movie. I feel so often stories like Daniel Pearl come and go and then the whole world forgets. Everytime I see something about Pearl I know the world hasn't forgotten. That makes me really happy.
Go see the movie. It opens tomorrow.
My apertif tonight of Pineau des Charentes overlooking the harbor of La Rochelle.
I've decided to move to France, specifically this town on the western Atlantic Coast. We spent the day there today, wandering around the downtown, shopping in the local market (I bought the most delicious baguette), and then touring the salt marshes nearby on Ile De Re.
I'm in France this week and look at whom I spotted outside a newsstand in Cognac this morning:

I told my roommate last week when that photo was published that it'll be an iconic image of our generation.