2/6/11

Weekend Moral Dilemma

I almost stole this book, Film: A Montage of Theories, edited by Richard Dyer McCann, from Classical High School last weekend. It was my Weekend Moral Dilemma (something I like to do every weekend, just some at-home moral experimentation, this weekend I'm thinking a lot about Jeremy Bentham. anyway).

I love everything absolutely everything about this book, from its pink and black iterative cover to its quotableness, the people it makes me want to recommend it to, and especially its copyright. It was published in 1966 and all its articles date from the '30s-'50s.

I love reading anything totally outdated. Valencia Community College was throwing out tons of periodicals once. Being a teenage girl, I loved the 80s and I loved making collages, so I of course took the entire year of 1985 People Magazine. Great pictures and ads. Used these all through college for various things, including street art dream that still haven't materialized.

I also discovered that one of my teenage-girl loves was reading dated material. It was weird to read about celebrities, Vietnam war vets, US politics, etc from 20 years ago talked about like they were current events. It gave perspective. Everything we do is so fleeting and not as important as we think it is, and we have been struggling with the same exact social issues for two decades, and probably eternity. There is nothing new under the sun....

Anyway, I really really wanted to steal this book from Classical. I decided not to. It really isn't worth it. I loved those people magazine volumes, but I don't have them anymore. Eventually, I just digitized the best pictures and tossed them out.

The best part of the book was the writings on documentaries. For several years now I have wallowed in the pretentiousness of being someone who enjoys documentaries. These were written when the idea of "what is a documentary?" was still being formulated and hadn't been talked to death and distorted for various politically expedient motives and profit and post-modernist theses.

The essays on documentary hounded over and over again that in making a documentary, you had a social responsibility to make some kind of commentary on society. One that would produce feelings/emotions that made viewers sympathetic or affected by a plight or cause. "Especially in a time like ours," one documentarist quips.

Loved that. Especially loved that since that was 50+ years ago, and while documentaries are important and i think a little more widely viewed than they were then, I would not say that they have really affected change in any way. Even the super mainstream ones like an Inconvenient Truth or Waiting for Superman (incidentally, both directed by the same guy). Really adds to that 'perspective.' The things we demand are necessary, that we see as absolutely necessary or true, they may or may not be, or they may not really matter still, half a century later. Documentaries still affect very little. The cacophony of voices on the internet and worldwide hampers this, as do the fact that very few outside a certain set of films is seen by the vast majority of people. The quote that documentarians need to focus on social issues and social change "especially in a time like ours" implies that there is something they can do, or change. But there are still so many problems in the world, more even, and few have been solved. Vanity of vanities...

Anyway, to make this about me again, regardless of the futility or the necessity, I think my life would be incomplete if I never attempted to make a documentary or film of some kind. add that to The List.

A very specific example

From the young women's class last week (no church this week because of ice, yay!).....

Teacher: "What does it mean to mourn with those that mourn and comfort those that need comfort?"

Girl: "It means like, if you have a kitten, and it falls in a hole, in the street, and you can't get it out, because you don't have a long enough rope, and the kitty can't grab it, then you can call all of us and we'll come over and give you a hug and knit a scarf for you that says 'kitten' on it."

2/2/11

Glory Days

Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight
and I'm going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the gloria
well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

                      -Bruce Springsteen, "Glory Days"


I've always been really uncomfortable with the idea that there are "best days of our lives"--our Glory Days. Like the Bruce Springsteen song, or that Bryan Adams song, summer of '69. (are the Boss and Bryan Adams the same genre, americana rock or something? is this just a theme of that kind of singersongwriter? Does John Cougar Mellencamp also have a song about years gone by? must investigate.) These references to a "best time" especially worry me because most of them refer to high school as that time, and I hated high school.


Well, the problem is, I loved college. And now, as a member of the post-collegdelirium group, I often feel like college was the best days of our lives. Yessiree, it was the good ol' days, nothing will ever be as good, the rest of my life is tedium and I will now become and alcoholic. 


It seems fitting, though. That college should be the best years instead of high school. 40 years ago all you needed was a high school diploma, and those were the best times. Now you need a college diploma, and the best years of your life have been upgraded as well.


I guess part of not really believing in a "best days of my life" thing before was that I hated high school and please tell me God that this is definitely, definitely not the best years of my life. 


Sometimes there is a benefit in having a real hard time of something. It meant that I looked ahead for my escape instead of behind me.


Given that, the healthiest thing to do would be to remember all the parts of college that I really hated. To de-romanticize the period a bit. Then, instead of longing for the by-gone days, I'll remember that those in fact sucked too, and all I will have left is the future. Or, I will become an alcoholic that much faster.



These people look older. Maybe this movie tells me that the best years of our lives is really middle age?

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