We all owe it to ourselves, to our predecessors, our history, to partake in this film.
We all owe it to ourselves, to our predecessors, our history, to partake in this film.
“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
– John Keates
But I am not one of them. I am me, and as you will see, that means I am a person of such diverse interests and opinings that it should come as a shock that I DO require introduction. Could one as awesome as she truly have no name in society’s circles of promising young things? you will ask yourself. And you’d be right.
But enough about me. How about this crazy world we live in? Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! And by lions I mean hurricanes, by tigers I mean tornadoes, and by bears I mean earthquakes. Easy correlation I don’t know how you could miss it. The east coast, specifically the tristate area, has seen all three in one year. Quite unprecedented in recent memory, though we all know that now at days these things are better tracked and transmitted thru social media forums, leaving it quite possible that the terrible trio in fact has occurred over the course of 12 months at some point prior to Facebuck (yes, I know).
That’s not to say that this blog is crazy-religio-Revelationist in its focus and scope. No, I much prefer the safety and sanctity of artificial reality to this tragicomedy called American Life. So my focus is at times going to contrast the intangible beauty of an intellectually fecund film, with the terrors of real-life backseat murderers, closeted misanthropes masquerading as men of the cloth, and even with your everyday, run of the mill, mega-consumerist housewives.
So it’ll be a fun ride! Buckle up!
That title scares me, too–don’t worry, you’re not alone! But it’s not about anything even remotely related to what I have ambiguously titled for
trolling effect. No friends, I am in no way suggesting any endorsement of the bane of my existence (paedophilia), but rather, bringing a much needed clarion call to the occurrence of communal living amongst the quickly ageing Gen-Xers as brought to the fore in this article on the NY Times, A Confederacy of Bachelors. Or whatever other generation is now entering its late thirties early forties. (Who are we, anyway? Deep question, eh?)
Never having gone to boarding school or long-term summer camp, I always wanted to live in a commune or some other sort of friend-house-dorm place. In a way I guess I’m kinda like one of the Confederate Bachelor guys, just… not a guy. Much to my chagrin, I don’t know any other women who are even considering this sort of lifestyle as a possibility, which could be because we women as a species have a kind of foresight regarding how the lifestyle could possibly not end well. Or it’s because we’re baby-crazy breeders who need their own individual nests! No nest sharing! (Just kidding. We can share nests. (No, actually, we can’t. This is MY nest. Go get your own.))
So the article made me wonder how many others are interested in this sort of lifestyle while being romantically involved with someone on a long-term basis. Luckily enough, I’ve collected a few emailed links regarding this phenomenon, emails which I’ve sent to my hubby on days that he doesn’t put ANYTHING away–dirty socks, half-eaten food, a gallon of milk, dirty dishes, whatever–to kind of hint that maybe, just maybe, we’d be better off loving each other while living in separate spaces.
While no one talks about being ok living with other people simultaneous to being married (unless Peace Corps and Teach for America counts), they do talk about “married living separately” “commuter marriages” and ‘loving and living alone‘. Would that I could finally drill this point home! But alas, I’m bound to a traditionalist from Eastern Europe; I don’t think it’ll be that easy to get my way with this one.
No matter what you call it, I think that it’ll catch on with the mainstream eventually. At least I hope it will. It’s my heart’s aim!
– lifted from Bill Cosby’s book of the same name –
A quick visit to Youtube (August 2012) will show some unpleasant and both surprising and unsurprising statistics. When searching the personal video upload site, the search term “black fight” will render you 229,000 assorted videos, whereas its corollary “white fight” will garner you a proportionally inappropriate 137,000 (surely we all understand why I say “proportionally inappropriate”, but if you don’t, please feel free to message me and I may digress).
I was compelled to look this up after noticing an oddly tipped number of such should-be embarrassing videos on The Smoking Gun some time ago, but am just recently getting around to doing the footwork on Youtube searches (where number counts have changed drastically from 2011 to 2012 by the way). Unfortunately, despite the time lapse between last year and this, little has hindered us colored folk in the perpetuation of such inappropriate and degrading stereotypes, but little has hindered others for reveling and cajoling around the mire we are being sucked down in.
A few more examples from Youtube to demonstrate America’s “black” fixation:
Related search terms also of interest:
The MOST interesting search find:
That last number shows that we’re high on the list as ‘persons of interest’–the only problem I have is the reason behind why we’re so high up on the list. I don’t think it’s a good one. And mind you, I originally searched this info out BEFORE Trayvon Martin and the numbers were even more astutely skewed, so I find this continued trend concerning.
More to come on the next Race post where I contrast Earl Ofari Hutchinson’s “Come On, People” position and the commentaries on several Smoking Gun entries (and my god are the comments people post terrible).
So happy to have been pressured enough to have attended the BlogHer 2012 conference. I learned so much and feel like I GREW so much as a person and a writer–I find it rather ironic I’ve been on here [Blogger] since 2008 and have literally had no idea what I was doing this entire time. Thank you, BlogHer, for nudging my internal compass–sometimes it gets stuck pointing SXSW for some sticky reason. Glad to have that badboy working again!
Recently there’s been a lot more open and honest discussion in my head about arts and entertainment and the awesomeness the sub-genre of televised entertainment comprises. It’s omnipresent in the developed world, particularly televised entertainment and particularly along the coastlines of America I hypothesize, and it’s just about all we do as Americans–or at least this American gal.
But it’s not really just me and the people in my head; everyone loves film here. Every one of us has a favorite action film, favorite art-house film, favorite smutty film, favorite nostalgic film, favorite thriller–films we love because of the music, the cinematography, the mind-f*ck, the themes, the envelope-pushing, the director, and–dare I say?–the actor (for shame, I know!). I, for one, just can’t get enough of them anymore. It probably has something to do with the fact that I’m newly on hiatus from the bonds of daily travail (such a nice way of saying ‘unemployed’, eh?), but I must admit it’s been festering beneath the surface for quite some time. Since forever truthfully.
And so, in an effort to rub out the value of this fixation, I decided to regurgitate and analyze everything I’ve ever loved in the A&E arena–but got stuck at step 1. How do I do this? Make a collage? Make an Excel spreadsheet? Make a list? The three of those could be crunched together so I immediately set out to do so, but I found that after my first attempt, 5 entries it was too much of a to-do, so I Googled Nicki Minaj’s as–whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. No, I Googled ‘thought delineation program’ and came up with ‘thought mapping’ (thanks Google!), and the search for a freebie began.
‘Thought mapping’ brought up an interesting [read: free] program developed by Tufts University called VUE (Visual Understanding Environment) that’s one of several visual thought mapping apps available to the general public at no cost. So in order to get a better handle on the scope of things with regard to my love of A&E, I downloaded it and rushed headlong my thought mapping endeavor. I must admit that after just two nights of entries this map has gone all over the place. There are links I’ve found in my head that connect music with books, philosophy with directors, actors with writers, psychologies with zoological phylum–it’s insanity and I may need to commit myself for a few weeks when this is over.
But in spite of my Gordian knot of connections, I’m looking forward to coming to a sort of denouement so that I can stand back and ascertain some sort of over-arching pattern to it all. And since it’s a composite of all sorts of elements of A&E, it’s also a veritable body of information, it’s own little universe–something I find very much 3D in nature and very much alive. Once I’ve come a little closer to knowing that pattern, knowing the scope and dimensions of the “body” of A&E, I hope I’ll have come closer to the focus and the locus of my future career in it. Because we have to do what we love, right? And there’s nothing like A&E–at least not for me.
There you have it: A&E conquers all.
So that job I was talking about all those months ago–you know, the life-sucking one that had me ready to jump ship? Well, things didn’t work out and came to an end in Q1FY12. Three years was a good run, though–can’t say I didn’t try! But the one good thing about it is that I have time to think now–not blindly react to all of the world spinning so wildly around me.
So now, onward! My intentions of figuring out what my core interests are have not gotten me far, but I have come up with one hell of a list of names, and it’s still growing. I had to get a thought map in order to keep my concepts in some sort of organization, but I’m still getting the hang of this VUE mapper, so the going is a little rough.
It all comes down to Arts & Entertainment though. At least I know this much. For now. I’m yet to build upon the 3rd branch, which will inevitably lead me down the path of eco-interests, and then the map explodes! I need the Time Bandits’ map. That would do the trick.