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May. 1st, 2001
songs in my head
May. 1st, 2001 11:27 amWhen I got up this morning it was "I Think I'm Going Slightly Mad." It was there for a half hour or so. Since then it has been "I Want It All."
Yesterday, the kids from next door came over to bug me. I saw them coming so I sat down on the porch step. The twins ran over to me and started asking questions. The girl, Ashley, stood by the edge of my yard and called over to me, "why do you have flowers?" I tried to respond, but she didn't hear me. We did that again, and she still didn't hear me, so I motioned to her to come over to the porch. She seemed hesitant, so I did it again. She looked over her shoulder, and then walked over. After a few minutes, and many questions, I heard their dad yell, in a voice that suggested his teeth were clenched, "GET OVER HERE!"
Just because they were in my yard.
I could see, if he didn't want the little ones out of their own yard, but it is mostly because he doesn't want them bothering me. Sometimes they do, but not always.
I felt bad for Ashley (not just because I called her over) because FreddienAlex come running over right away, but she's old enough to know better. But she doesn't want to be left out, and follows them. So when their parents yell at them, she has done wrong, but the little ones just run back, forgetting that they were ever there. Yesterday she ran back to her yard, stopped and looked back. She took a few more steps and looked back at me again. She looked like she was trying to decide what had just happened.
Just because they were in my yard.
I could see, if he didn't want the little ones out of their own yard, but it is mostly because he doesn't want them bothering me. Sometimes they do, but not always.
I felt bad for Ashley (not just because I called her over) because FreddienAlex come running over right away, but she's old enough to know better. But she doesn't want to be left out, and follows them. So when their parents yell at them, she has done wrong, but the little ones just run back, forgetting that they were ever there. Yesterday she ran back to her yard, stopped and looked back. She took a few more steps and looked back at me again. She looked like she was trying to decide what had just happened.
Shasta led me here, to a site about the movie Brazil.
That movie is brilliant. Here's a bit of why:
Sam never really felt guilt for his role in furthering the aggressive apathy of society. He was too inept. He seemed to be vaguely aware that something was amiss, but was never able to act on those feelings.
Sam was an anti-hero. He was the person who embodied our shortcomings, instead of our strengths. He was the tool used to illustrate our fear of succumbing to apathy. It had to be very subtly shown, because if he was not sympathetic, we couldn't see ourselves in him, and he would be just another jerk. We need that personal connection.
That movie is brilliant. Here's a bit of why:
Sam never really felt guilt for his role in furthering the aggressive apathy of society. He was too inept. He seemed to be vaguely aware that something was amiss, but was never able to act on those feelings.
Sam was an anti-hero. He was the person who embodied our shortcomings, instead of our strengths. He was the tool used to illustrate our fear of succumbing to apathy. It had to be very subtly shown, because if he was not sympathetic, we couldn't see ourselves in him, and he would be just another jerk. We need that personal connection.
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May. 1st, 2001 11:34 pm"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason and intellect has intended us to forgo their use."
Galileo
Galileo