Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
Keeping with the theme of insincerity...

Just saw a 2001 Australian film called Lantana. It was very good, in a lonely sort of way - the way most good films are, they tap into something that we're not comfortable with, or it traps characters at their most defining and most lost, this film dealt with infidelity and marriage and what happens with things fall apart after a certain point. I think we learn a lot about what lies ahead from movies. In thinking about the rest of my life, I think the hardest thing to swallow is the miraculious change between being young and middle aged. I guess it's the point in life where you trade variety, infatuation, and selfishness for all that comes with security. So everytime I complain that I am old, remind me how fickle I am, remind me how easily I get distracted and then change my mind, remind me that stagnation is the last thing I want because it's the furthest thing from my mind. I guess this is part of a relatively unoriginal topic I've been thinking about lately - I have been thinking about how different life is between decades - your 20s vs your 40s. Just the same, it seems like so many variables are certain-time-in-life specific (where you live, how you live, what you do for fun etc...) but silmultaneously there are enduring qualities that seem to hound you regardless of your chronological place in life. I don't know when the precise moment happens and you are able to define a person - I think aging is a process of enhancement. I feel like I already know so many strong personalities, it's hard to imagine that we're just an outline of what we'll all be in another ten or twenty years, what kids, and love, and success will add to the mix. Bearing all of this in mind, this movie questioned whether a marriage could ever survive these changes. Whether a marriage could ever be passionate and honest. I really don't know.

A band I'm currently listening to, Trembling Blue Stars, British, slightly different sound, but Counting Crows-ish.
posted by lmjasinski at 4:25 PM