Sometimes when I watch Tiger Woods, I can't help but think he's an absolute gift to humankind. Now and again he doesn't win, but when he doesn't lose--which happens more often than not--he can be magnificent, and magnificence is a gift. Something done very, very well simply bespeaks glory--not personal glory either, but human achievement, what can be done. It's a gift to all of us, a measure of who we are and who we might be.
Last night, the Colbert Report featured Meryl Streep, whose new movie, Julie and Julia, premieres today. Sounds like an interesting idea for a movie--old bumbling Julia Child and some young woman who tries to bake her way through Ms. Childs' famous cookbook in a year, while keeping a blog describing the dirty deeds. Okay, maybe it doesn't so appealing. Colbert tried his now-famous interview schtick on her, but even the whackiest of late-night comedy hosts couldn't hold character in the presence of the queen. Even Stephen Colbert was in awe.
Julie and Julia stars Meryl Streep as Julia Child, and any film that features Meryl Streep, in my book, is worth the price of admission because Meryl Streep is the Tiger Woods of Hollywood. She's just head-and-shoulders above the mob on the red carpet. She ain't young, and she doesn't toss herself around ingloriously to get attention; she just does her work better than anybody on either side of the coast.
On the screen, she's just plain excellent, and sometimes in this life, flat-out excellence is just plain magnificent, and magnificence is an inspiring gift for which, this morning, I'm thankful.