Sunday, October 24, 2004

How much

How much longer can I go without posting a message here? Forgive my lack of posting. Work and illness have been taking a heavy toll on me this past week and half. Not much newer stuff going on as of late.

Movie Time
I watched Harold and Maude (1971), starring Ruth Gordon and Bud Cort. Both those names are familiar, and I'm sure you would probably recognize Ruth Gordon if you saw her, even if you're not sure about the name. And Bud Cort seems familiar, but I'm not sure of anything else he's been in. Another trip to imdb.com, it seems. :::checking imdb::: Oh, quite a few things I've seen him in without realizing it, mostly minor parts, but hey, it's a living, right? it seems the most famous movie Ruth Gordon has been in is Rosemary's Baby (1968).

About the movie: Anyway, this is a strange movie. Harold is a young boy (20), and Maude is approaching 80 in a few days. They encounter each other at a funeral and then meet at another funeral a while later. To Harold, a boy staging elaborate death scenes to get some kind of rise out of his remarkably-distant mother, Maude is an extreme breath of fresh air: taking cars because they're convenient, no matter that they're not hers; talking of life and living in such grand terms; doting on things because they're important to her or she just likes them, not because they're "important" or will impress people. She represents all of the things he wishes he could do or be but is too afraid to attempt or too afraid that others will think him weird (this being quite funny when the kid has staged a hanging, a bloody massacre, and a self-immolation, among other things).

My take: Ultimately, the point of the movie seems to be that you should do whatever you want to do because life is meant for living. To a certain extent, I can agree with this sentiment. We shouldn't be caught up in what others will think of what we do, and we should explore things in this world. However, all rules can't be thrown out the window, either. Most rules are in place for our protection, not to keep us from having fun; certainly God's laws are that way. I realize there are stupid rules and laws put in place by people more interested in messing with people than in serving them, but I think these are far fewer than the standard variety. Taking someone's car because it's convenient? That's wrong, period. Doing somersaults when you feel like it? Go for it. If you want to smoke, do it (even though I contend you shouldn't, and please don't do it around me!). If you want a drink, have one (unless you're an alcoholic or are otherwise convinced you shouldn't do it, and certainly not when you're going to drive).

Things I liked: The staged-death scenes were quite humorous in a dark sense; the self-immolation scene in particular was really amazing, especially considering that Harold walks through the door mere seconds after firing himself. I haven't figured out how he pulled that one off. Harold's mother, played by Vivian Pickles, was quite good at being nonplused by her son's attempts to kill himself. In fact, she was quite good at being totally disinterested in her son altogether. This part of the story was intriguing, and I would have liked to see it developed more fully. It definitely made a good back story for how Harold could even consider being interested in Maude, her being the complete antithesis of his mother.

And finally
: Overall, not an impressive movie. I didn't waste my time watching it, but it was a bit heavy-handed in its messages (the Army is nothing but people intent on killing; all rules are bad and serve only to oppress you or repress you), and the soundtrack by Cat Stevens really got annoying after the opening song. I suppose he's one of those songwriter/performer you either love or you hate; I tend to fall in the latter half of that divide. The saving grace, what kept me from totally disliking this movie, was the (lack of) relationship between the mother and son.

On the news: "The Texans (Houston's football team) took the day off, and so did Dallas. Unfortunately, Dallas had a game in Green Bay."

And sympathies and prayers to the Hendrick Motorsports racing team and family members of those killed in the plane crash today. What a terrible tragedy.

Friday, October 15, 2004

So Long and Thanks for all the Fish

This post is approved by me. It has nothing to do with Douglas Adams or Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, one of the funniest series of books I've ever read, right up there with A Confederacy of Dunces.

So much has happened since I last posted anything, what, two weeks ago? I constantly battle illness, though I think that's primarily a depressive response to not being happy with my job, or not knowing exactly what my job is. Yesterday and today were filled with almost no stress at work in comparison to normal days.

This past weekend, I went on a retreat with other singles from my church. I wanted to watch a movie during some free time (which is almost silly when you consider I was at the beach, but I had had as much of the beach as I wanted), but it was not to be. The big screen (36") TV was completely broken, and I couldn't get video through the little 20" tv. Owse, I had a great time, learned a few things, and generally enjoyed being around friends. I'm such the introvert; being around the people -- even friends -- totally wore me out. Sunday morning, we had a "meet Nature" study, and we went outside to appreciate the beauty God created for us. Because I had hurt my knee, I did not get off the deck but looked at the flowers lining the walk leading to the beach.

And I had a revelation. The flowers I saw were yellow and purple. If these grew in your yard, you'd most likely label them as weeds, yet here, they were beautiful. Same plant, different perspective as to their value. And God said, "As much as you look down on yourself and can only see uselessness and darkness, I see the beauty I have created you to be, far more beautiful than all these flowers put together." Same person, two different perspectives as to my value. I realize that God keeps showing me how worthy, beautiful, and valuable He considers me to be, yet I have an extremely hard time holding on to that as anything beyond a logical proposition. I want to believe it -- I want it to be real to me -- but I keep getting bogged down in my own failures, in my lack of physical attractiveness, and in my lack of affirmation.

Another revelation I had last week: I am a media guy. I love movie, music, and TV as much as most guys are considered to love sports. Yes, there are people who love movies/music/TV more than me, and there are those that are much more highly critical of these things, and most people just don't care one way or the other as long as they don't have to think about anything. (By critical, I mean breaking it down to its parts and seeing how it all fits or doesn't fit together -- some might consider TV totally vacuous, but it has its moments.) I like what I like (Grosse Pointe Blank, Gattaca, "Dharma & Greg", "Dick Van Dyke", "Babylon 5", DC Talk, Eurythmics, INXS, Duran Duran, Wes King, Dennis Jernigan), and I don't like what I don't like (About Last Night, "West Wing", "Ally McBeal", so-called reality TV, Stephen Curtis Chapman, the local Christian radio station). No apologies. God has given me likes, dislikes, passions, and desires for a reason, and to deny that these things mean something to me, that these things are important to me, would be foolishness. It's okay for me to be a media guy. As long as I keep it in perspective and continue to keep God/Jesus/Spirit first in my life and do what's pleasing to Him, it's okay.

Speaking of media, I went to see Hero Tuesday night with my buddy, Clay. What an excellent movie! Beautiful cinematography, a nice story, and a striking point all meld together to form a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. To those who say this is just like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, I ask, "how you can say this?" I found no similarities other than both being in Chinese (Mandarin, I think) and having wire-work martial arts. Anyway, this movie is highly recommended on the big screen. Trust me, don't wait for video to see this one.