PLEASE FORGIVE MY GROSS NEGLIGENCE!!
A scholar once pondered "If a tree falls in the middle of a forest, and there is no one around to bear witness. Does it really make a sound?"
During the course of my studies at the U of M. I took a course entitled the physics and biology of sound. Sound essential is a wave that passes through and is carried upon air particles. Irregardless of a recipient or a receptor for these waves the physical resonating and displacement of air particles occurs. So in essence YES the fallen tree makes an undeniable CRASH!!
This notion brings me comfort as I take up blogging again. Its not so much that I wont miss readers and comments, but there is a kind of purity in just putting up posts for the sake of just publishing. An attitude of Audience welcome, but not necessary. All that said I've been dying to express some ideas I've had brewing for months now about a film called "Into the Wild."
I wrote this my friend about the flick, but the trailer is worth the 2:25 seconds to gain a better understanding of my synopsis.
J. ~
So Kel and I started the film at like 3, and then had to stop it to get the kids from daycare. I have to admit it was really difficult to tear myself away. I loved all the flash backs and forwards it really helped the story come to a suspenseful climax.
I could resonate with Chris's desire to escape the life mapped out for him. To break free of all the conventions our American culture has deemed as measures of success. To meet people and share in their kindness and reciprocate. To reinvent oneself. The name Alexander Supertramp was a good choice. Alexander a great conqueror, and then Supertramp to indicate a conqueror of nothing because to be an excellent tramp is really just to survive and move around a whole bunch. Just scraping by.
As a female his quest would be far to dangerous to attempt. I mean I would essentially have gotten myself probably raped or killed, so that removed me from truly feeling like I could reside in Christopher's shoes.
I was kind of torn up by how much families can mess with a person. You don't get to pick your folks, and it seemed like his tragic end all could have been avoided if his parents had just channeled his Spirit a bit better. Or put more stock in real genuine happiness rather than all the effort it takes to put on the facade of happiness / having it together. Probably the same amount of energy exertion for either path, so its heart wrenching the consequences of choosing to maintain a lie. Pride coupled with vanity a lethal combination it seems. And all the ways Chris behaved to get his B.A. he learned probably inadvertently from his parents behavior and the way they lived their lives. How they didn't see it coming.
I loved his final conclusion or "Life Thesis" I like to think of it as. "Happiness is more gratifying when shared with others." Its true. :) So you want to play guitar hero real soon? lol :)
Alexander Supertramp's story reminded me of "Candy Girl a Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper" in a way. Diablo Cody essentially states right in black in white that she had an aspiring day job where she was getting promoted, and recognition for her talents, but opted to escape this environment for g-strings, dim lighting, poles, platforms, and damp dollar bills. Inventing her own "Super-tramp."
So Kel and I started the film at like 3, and then had to stop it to get the kids from daycare. I have to admit it was really difficult to tear myself away. I loved all the flash backs and forwards it really helped the story come to a suspenseful climax.
I could resonate with Chris's desire to escape the life mapped out for him. To break free of all the conventions our American culture has deemed as measures of success. To meet people and share in their kindness and reciprocate. To reinvent oneself. The name Alexander Supertramp was a good choice. Alexander a great conqueror, and then Supertramp to indicate a conqueror of nothing because to be an excellent tramp is really just to survive and move around a whole bunch. Just scraping by.
As a female his quest would be far to dangerous to attempt. I mean I would essentially have gotten myself probably raped or killed, so that removed me from truly feeling like I could reside in Christopher's shoes.
I was kind of torn up by how much families can mess with a person. You don't get to pick your folks, and it seemed like his tragic end all could have been avoided if his parents had just channeled his Spirit a bit better. Or put more stock in real genuine happiness rather than all the effort it takes to put on the facade of happiness / having it together. Probably the same amount of energy exertion for either path, so its heart wrenching the consequences of choosing to maintain a lie. Pride coupled with vanity a lethal combination it seems. And all the ways Chris behaved to get his B.A. he learned probably inadvertently from his parents behavior and the way they lived their lives. How they didn't see it coming.
I loved his final conclusion or "Life Thesis" I like to think of it as. "Happiness is more gratifying when shared with others." Its true. :) So you want to play guitar hero real soon? lol :)
Alexander Supertramp's story reminded me of "Candy Girl a Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper" in a way. Diablo Cody essentially states right in black in white that she had an aspiring day job where she was getting promoted, and recognition for her talents, but opted to escape this environment for g-strings, dim lighting, poles, platforms, and damp dollar bills. Inventing her own "Super-tramp."
Boldly going where no woman she had know to go before, tasting the freedom of nudity, and harnessing the power of sex appeal. Essentially she hits rock bottom as well in a tyred of tears recognizing, what Megan Fox has yet to realize, that she deserved more than a lively hood dictated by the appetites of men. Her Life Thesis: "I deserved better presentation."
Christopher and Jennifer both intelligent, well educated, talented individuals both found themselves desperate to escape the direction their lives were headed. Opting for dangerous life threatening alternatives, both physically, as well as the death of ones credibility. What cried out inside them, and produced the life altering responses that resulted? I can't hear it, but then again I couldn't hear a tree crashing miles away either. But I can resonate for sure.
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Second-hand living. That's what Ayn Rand called it, and that was pretty much ripped from Emerson--this notion of living in castles built by others. Thoreau said that the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. Another nod to our dormant longing for something that is ours, something that lets each of us live the glorious (a melodramatic-sounding choice, but wholly true) legacy for which we were created. I had a professor in college who once told me that most people are not too lazy, they're just too afraid to be the full realization of who it is they are intended to be. But I wonder--what would the world look like if each of us stepped past that fear? And how do you build a castle anyway?
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