As COVID persists and we all get increasingly itchy from being kept in close contact with our loved ones, and as in certain jurisdictions the roll out of vaccine suggests full vaccination sometime in the next decade (there is a reason I call the head of the party currently in charge of my corner of the world Homer Flintstone), we might begin wondering about hobbies with application to real life.
† I take a little solace from this article in The Guardian which indicates that I’m not the only one suffering from fatbergs in my writing infrastructure.
So… short week, huh? I had forgotten that little fact entirely pretty much from lunch-time Tuesday through to head hitting the pillow last night. Thus, no update yesterday. I’ll take it on to the bottom of this entry. There’s not much difference to last week, as my tubes are still clogged, although I did have a couple of revelations in the direction of rehabilitating some things suffering from their author’s white male POV, one of which is that novel I spent so long on.
But first, the fun stuff. What’s the most fun you can have in a dark room? Watching old movies, of course! I recently read a tweet from someone who was very disappointed, after a lifetime of watching films no older than 1980 (I think that was the arbitrary cut-off– possibly 1970), by the experience of watching Citizen Kane.
Oh, really? Only the barest understanding of the language, and you found the lecture boring?
I, happily, understand the language of old films (even if I sometimes make fun of their tropes), and it troubles me that so many people dismiss them out of hand.
So, today’s jollity– a film to help you understand the language, and someone else making fun of old film tropes.
Look out, kids! It’s educational material masquerading as the Friday Fun Film!
No, I wouldn’t do that. I would, however, seriously consider putting this into my will, just as I would consign my mortal remains to a body farm (where they would be both educational and nutritional) if one didn’t have to fall within a certain distance of average height and weight.
Yes, strangers may read one’s weird inner thoughts. By the time they do, one will be somewhat beyond the touch of embarrassment.
The faffing about has been necessary, but… well, it’s hard to apply resolution to pry up an edge of writing block when rushing out to get necessary household items.
On the silver lining side, I have no deadlines, so the lack of output isn’t causing actual trouble to anyone else.
Today’s film and its companion are far outside my usual sort of thing. I’m sharing it mainly because I found it to clarify a matter which I, as an outsider, wrestle to properly comprehend. Since I know there are a lot of people in the same boat as I– willing, wanting and even waiting to understand and accept, but without any friends or relatives at hand to practice upon– I hope spreading this around a little will help them as it helped me.
If anyone reading this wants to dismiss it as “virtue signalling”… well, that’s your perogative. I am pleased to extend the coverage of Popper’s Paradox to that sort of stance, though, and I reserve the right to wonder why you gotta be mean to people.