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The following online journal entries are from December 2001. |
THURSDAY. 4:49 PM. This week has been turning into one big warped psychodrama. Of course, the only one really feeling it, dealing with it, sitting in it, and perpetuating it is me. I am summoning every shred of wisdom, self-help, confidence, faith, inspiration, and plain luck to get me through it. I don't have much to say right now. I can barely write in my personal journal much less here, online, for everyone to read. Post something on my message board for me to read.
SATURDAY. 9:16 PM. A quiet evening at home. At least that is my hope for this chilly Saturday night. The past week has been hard -- full of some high emotions -- and I am glad for every moment of respite and peace I get. I am really not in the mood to talk about, though. It's just one of those situations where you have to pull yourself aside and have a little one-on-one. Yes, I know I'm talking about myself in the third person, but someone has to make the effort. During the down times at work, I've taken to popping around the net to find interesting things to watch or listen to online. Since I have a high-speed connection at work I might as well take full advantage of the technology. So, I'm always looking for songs to fill the soundtrack of my life. For a while there it was "Superman" by Five for Fighting. But, this week, I've dipped into some energetic rock and found Jimmy Eat World catching their video on MTV for the song "The Middle." The song speaks to me. "The Middle"
hey
it just takes some time
hey you know they're all the same (refrain)
hey (refrain) |
What can I say... it speaks to me. Particularly the lines: "hey you know they're all the same / you know you're doing better own your own so don't buy in / live right now / just be yourself / it doesn't matter if that's good enough for someone else." I'm trying not to buy in. Check out Saves the Day's "At Your Funeral" and Chomsky's "00:15:00" (I'm just a sucker for harmonies). While you're at it (since this has become a smorgasbord of random music), check out one of my sister's friend's San Francisco band called King Street Crossing, whose lead singer is almost too classically handsome. On on a completely different (but equally random) note, my friend Carli (from NaNoWriMo) told me of her friends' newborn baby whose name is Ezekiel Ganesh Yalek Rachmiel Machinery Bornstein. Yes, Machinery. It's great... I think.
WEDNESDAY. 10:16 AM. Suffice it to say that I am nearly delirious -- from seeing The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring at 12:05 AM this morning. It's official: the hobbits are here! The fact that I am awake is a miracle after only about four hours of sleep after the film let out at 3:15 AM, after waiting in line to get out of the parking garage, after finally getting to sleep once the caffeine wore off. I had to get up by 9:30 AM; supposedly someone sent by the realty company that owns the building is supposed to walk through the apartment. That fellow has not yet arrived. I refrain from making too many comments about The Fellowship of the Ring until more people of have seen it. However, I think the adaptation is fair and I am happy with all who played in the film (including Liv Tyler, who plays the elven lady Arwen, whose role has been expanded). Though many would disagree with me, I have little difficulty in accepting retellings of a tale if the tellings are within the spirit of the story (part of the magic of the oral tradition lost in this literate and text-laden world -- yes, I know I'm typing as I speak -- is that most think stories are monolithic, wholly original, immutable, and even sacredly single-versioned). I think director Peter Jackson did an admirable job. I don't agree with everything that was changed or cut or added, but on the whole the movie held its weight, its length, and enriched the history, legacy, and fantasy of The Lord of the Rings. I am glad to have seen it. I want to watch it again at a more decent hour. It was good to see a handful of the audience garbed (though oddly fascinating and distressing to look at the nearly packed theatre two hours before the show started and realize that this is my demographic?!). I am duly impressed. The movie could have been longer and undoubtly a director's cut will be made and pressed and delivered in some unholy length. After I see the film again, I will post a few more notes than just simple platitudes. Oh, Elijah Wood is just too cute. |
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