“Things seen lodge in the mind as events, while things read linger in the soul only as echoes. However much they haunt us, we need to go back to the original to get the first clear call again.”—Adam Gopnik on the great books behind two good movies: http://nyr.kr/1aKUQeu (via newyorker)
Today marks the two year anniversary of this blog. Although I haven’t been the most consistent poster, I believe in what I post and have tried to avoid being too much of a tumblr cliché.
What I want to achieve in the next year is more original content on my part. I know I don’t have a lot of followers but this blog gives me the freedom to put out content that I create regardless of who’s listening. It’s cathartic. And though my followers are few, I’m still putting myself out there to the public and maybe it will fall on deaf ears but my hope is that I can get some people to stumble across this page and find it entertaining at the very least.
Thank you to those who have chosen to follow and those who’ve spread some of my posts. I will hopefully find something in the next year that will make this blog worthy of more followers.
I just finished it. ‘bino changing how we interact with music. How albums are released. Even if you don’t like it you can appreciate it for it’s innovation and originality. A script drops alongside an album release. Is it a soundtrack for the script or a accompaniment for the album, like a booklet? I appreciate what he’s trying to do. “Do your thing boy, don’t stop.”
David Denby reflects on the best movies of 2013, as well as this year’s disappointments and disasters: http://nyr.kr/1knd7W6
“America is in trouble (no kidding), and many of the best movies this year, intentionally or not, embodied the national unease, the sense that everyone is on his own, that communal bonds have disappeared in a war of all against all, or the indifference of all to all.”
“Monsanto tells us that their products are about the best thing to come along since sliced bread. For years they’ve been promising that GMOs would reduce pesticide use, increase yields, reduce water consumption, and offer foods that are more tasty and
“Writing is only interesting to other people if it is deeply revealing. Your brain has a self defense mechanism which prevents you from divulging too much of yourself to perfect strangers. Fortunately, this mechanism can be easily bypassed with chemicals.”—Write under the influence. (via nedhepburn)
“No, it’s not fair, but what makes life feel like Hell is our expectation that it should last forever. Life is short. Dead is forever. You’ll find out soon enough. It won’t help the situation for you to get all upset.”—
Damned by Chuck Palahniuk
I’m reading this one day after I attended a “Celebration of Life” service for a recently departed friend’s father. The service got me thinking about my own mortality. You see, Brian had made a lot of friends in his 60+ years of life. The service gave many of those friend’s an opportunity to share the stories they have and any memories of him that help paint the picture of who he was. As a lawyer-turned-judge, many of the people who knew him well come from a long line of public speakers who were all more than capable of creating an image of this man that you know won’t soon leave them. It’s the stories that really got me thinking about myself. The people in attendance were a Who’s Who in the community of powerful people. The man knew important people and he made them friends. Each one portraying Brian as if you too knew him for forty years. As I sat there listening to all of what people had to say, I wondered what people would say about me when I’m gone. I don’t know the kind of people he knows. It worries to think about my friends and family would say about me. I don’t want to leave it up to them. I want it to be my accomplishments or work that speaks for itself.
I’ve often told myself that I’m not afraid of death, which is probably true. What I am afraid of, however, is what i leave behind. Brian was a member of the UW Hall of Fame and even tried out for the US Olympic Crew Team, just missing out attending the ‘72 Olympics on a technicality. He was a good athlete, never smoked, and made friends with everyone. In comparison, I’m an introvert who has accomplished next to nothing and still live at home. I understand he has me in years but by the time he was my age, he had already done so much. You sense a bit of self loathing and it’s true, it’s there. As a reader of Hunter S. Thompson, I think I’m beginning to understand the combination of Fear and Loathing. It’s a brutal cocktail that leads to no good and I drink from it far too often. Optimism has never been my strong suit.
Damned and the service the other day has put me in a strange place, one I haven’t been in as an adult. Prior to high school graduation I had already attended six funerals of relatives and people I know. It doesn’t necessarily prepare you for future events. Being my first service as an adult brought to light that I am soon to have an adult life of my own, complete with a family, a survivable income and, more importantly, a legacy. While I can understand that life isn’t forever, a legacy is. That’s the root of my fear. That’s the root of my loathing. Regardless of what I accomplish (or don’t), a trace of what I was survives forever in the stories and memories that I’ve left behind. And while that’s all great, my concern isn’t what others think of me when I’m gone, it’ll be whether or not what I’m satisfied by what I’ve left.