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Stairway to the stars :: huh? :: February :: 2005
Just testing press it

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Remember the Titans
Monster
A Beautiful Mind
Titanic
Pearl Habour
Hidalgo
Fargo (for the purposes of the argument)

‘These guys expect their hair to stay dry in the rain’
- Written by Frank in a letter from Nam -

Fish of the Day kind of implies that I plan to be somewhat vigilant about my quoting. I don’t. Just so we’re clear ‘Fish of the occasionally when I remember’ would have been a more appropriate title.

‘Books are great! Except when the acting in your head is shit’
Stand up routine on RoveLive, Apirl 5, 2005

I have this thought going around in my head about community. Online community specifically and those who get so caught up in it that they don’t leave their houses. Now, conventionally, humanity needs each other phisically not just to evolve but to feel the full extent of our existence now but what about an online community. There are people who connect, get married and have life long friends they have never met. They connect with cultures and demographics becasue they arn’t seeing the lines on the road that tell them where they can go and who they should talk to and isn’t that more real and more honest than what we call community now? Community in the physical world involves finding people with something in common and doing everything you can to stabilise those insecurities and make yourself believe that your way is the right way and Martin Luther King (for example) be damned. I’m not saying hate and segretation and opression doesn’t happen on the web, only that it happens less. Those who say that the virtual reality is not a reality should look at the lives of some of these people, lives they put freely online for all to see. They should read about Shawn Woolley who lived so completely in an online world we took his own life after a betrayal inside it. There is a new division in society: those who understand online communities and those who don’t. Those who don’t need to understand their propensity to hurt those who do.

Well, I’ve been very quiet for the last two weeks because my computer is going crazy and every time I try to log on to my blog my security settings kick in and make me download every page one by one and by the time I’ve done all that I’m just too fried to write anything. I’ll have more to say when I’ve got it sorted out. In the mean time, finally got around to seeing Fargo and it was every bit as funny/dark/annoying/desperate/unsensationalist as I thought it would be. Run out and see it. And don’t leave, even if your bored because that horrid feeling of being stuck in the middle of no where in the cold, surrounded by blood is exactly what the Cohen Brothers are all about. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. And then we can all have a laugh at the Japanese woman who flew to the land of opportunity to look for the money. Silly rabbit…

How you all doing? Not exactly a rouseing reception but the week is drawing to a close so I’ll forgive you. Labour day weekend came and went far too quickly and its the last class of the week again already. Tomorrow is my sleep in day, the only one I get, but the electrician is coming at 8am. Such is life. I watched ‘Brian’s Song’ on the weekend and I have to say I did not find it the inspiring tale of overcoming odds the cover claimed it was. It was down right depressing. I mean the guy dies of cancer at 26 leaving behind a wife and two kids! Where is the bright side in that? And he didn’t get to play football again, except in that fuzzy montage as he was nearing the end but can you count football you play in your head? A dream is a wish your heart makes. Thanks Walt.

I’ve just got done watching Hidalgo, not for the first time, and was overwhelmed by the beauty of that story. Yes it’s hollywood, yes it’s flashy, and yes it isn’t as subtle as the work we’re used to seeing from Mortensen but hey. Triumph of the spirit and preservation of nature can’t be bad. The thing that got me thinking though was the amount of websites stating that the story isn’t even a myth, it’s downright false. If fact there seems to be no proof that Frank Hopkins could even ride. So this is the question: who’s policing what gets the revered title of ‘true’? How far from true do you have to get before you stop being even based on a true story? Makes you wonder about Titanic doesn’t it?