Sad Sauce

With this tasty spaghetti sauce (which was more like stewed foods, but still tasty) we watched the Grizzly Man documentary. My estimation of the director, Werner Herzog only increased throughout the film, but my feelings for the subject, Timothy Treadwell, went up and down, ending about where it started, but with more wisdom. Talking with someone pro-Timothy, I would stipulate many points, but primarily play devil's advocate. With someone anti-Timothy, the same.

At the end... even though I don't know him at all, I only know what I saw in the film, I feel like I know him better than I know the people who are actually in my life. It seems that Warner showed Timothy in all his wartsy glory, but did so with much respect and love. So incredibly human. Treadwell was equally full of love and contradictions.

Tomorrow I'll watch it again and draw some grizzlies (I love me them brown bears) and make note of the quote near the end that trails somewhere along the lines of Timothy's footage, life, and death saying more about humanity than bearocity. I wish I had bears to post tonight.