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28 November 2001: jekyl, hide
difference between tired evening self and cheerful rested morning self:
hm! those burger king goblets are kind of funny, maybe i'll get some.
[slap]
three weeks! three weeks to go!
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27 November 2001: ow.
I thought I was seeing a new Lord of the Rings commercial, a new one!
joy! And then it turned into a punning Burger King commercial
- collect all four goblets whose bases light up! - horror!
'behold [character, repeat a couple times]! be - holding your own goblet
of [aforementioned characters]!' ow. oh, ow. I suppose it's the
flippancy that irritates me more than anything else, even the tackiness of
light-up goblets.
Hm. Why does flippancy irritate me? Why do I care? ... I guess it's that
I love the book so much, and find depths in it that most people seem not
to expect to be there -- I'm afraid that people who still haven't read it
will not bother, get the wrong impression, that it's nothing more than a
book like any of the other books whose genre it created.
That's almost it, but not quite. The deepest reason is pure frustration.
The makers of the commercial, and others who laugh outwardly or inwardly
at those who love Tolkien's world (which is our own world) as deeply as I
do, trivialize this thing which is so much a part of me. I first read it
when young, and I have read it more times than I can count because it
speaks to me of the deep beauty and strength in the world (especially the
natural world). The older I grew, the more I also recognized it was
singing of so much beauty's loss, the diminishing of so many things
ancient and wonderful. And yet there were echoes, and memories, and
consequences that would endure, such that struggles of old would not
have been in vain. The song of the world, of beauty and strength and
courage holding back chaos and nothingness: I am frustrated that they
cannot hear it, or do not recognize it. I wish everyone could love the
book as I do, for it makes me so happy.
But. It could be worse. They could have (a) not made any movies at all,
(b) made only one movie and sliced over half the story away, like the last
one. whereas this so far looks to be (c) the first of three remarkably
faithful (within reasonable expectations) and well-made films. I guess I
can tolerate 30 seconds of shudders.
all this over a burger king commercial. they just want to sell their
little plastic glasses. they weren't meaning to upset me. how silly i
am. it could be worse. it could be worse. it could be worse. ow.
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22 November 2001: presssentsss
I meant to do this before but forgot. Have you seen any of these Lord of
the Rings 30-second commercials on TV? I haven't, but happily they're
on the web (note: Quicktime needed):
here is one focusing on the
Ring
this one focuses on the
Fellowship
this one focuses on Aragorn
are they tasssty, my precious? are they scrumptiousss? yessssss...
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21 November 2001: digital video diaspora.
My parents don't have anything to play in their new DVD player yet, so
they requested I bring some of mine for the weekend. Given that their
player is progressive scan, the discs might look even better than on mine,
not to mention their 36" TV to my 27". fun fun. I took the
opportunity to add a few bits to my dvd page, also
linked to at right.
four weeks! four weeks to lord of the rings! no i haven't seen harry
potter yet; if I wait one more week I have an AMC coupon with which to get
in free. gotta like that. It's going to expire Dec. 31 so I have a
limited number of chances left to use it. Too bad LOTR won't have been
out two weeks yet at that point, or I could use it for one of my expected
repeat trips.
happy thanksgiving, y'all!
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19 November 2001: starry-eyed.
past weekend: pilgrimage to Joshua Tree to observe Leonid meteors. more
details later, but the show was even cooler than the night air (which was
pretty damn cold, though not as bad as in the winter/spring).
one month! one month to go! on wednesday i can
start counting down by weeks!
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15 November 2001: glitter.
don't know why the one-word subjects. just feel like. ditto fragments
'n' no-caps. thursday. night. tired. insecure about chronic
singularity but that's neither here nor there. sleep would help but i'm
not that smart this moment. websurfing tomato nation, trying to
absorb smart via computer-screen-to-eyeball osmosis.
new paragraph. non sequitur. learned today that dad got new toy 36" tv
delivered n set up. (certain family members will admire greatly on
thanksgiving.) also a dvd player. the old tv was fried, along with
parents' vcr, computer/monitor, two cooktop burner lighters, garage door
opener, some other things, when the neighborhood transformer went insane
and let 220v in on the 110v lines, back on the monday before halloween.
opportunity for new toys, purchased partially by electric company
repair-estimate reimbursements, is a fat shiny silver lining for dad,
almost bigger than the cloud. meanwhile mom wishes for new refrigerator
to replace one that is almost my age but it did not get zapped, so. if it
aint broke.
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13 November 2001 part second: edge.
overheard today, just down the hall:
D (approaching C's desk, sounding tentative): "Um... have you heard?"
C (hesitant): "No ... what?"
D: "Oh. No, no, I mean, have you heard about [some current work
stuff]?"
C: "Oh. No, he's still in the meeting, he hasn't called yet."
13 November 2001: shiny.
good rain last night. bright clear crisp morning. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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6 November 2001: where do we go...?
Joss
Whedon is a god. kudos to the songwriter(s) also. and other
writers. and way to sing and dance, actor peoples.
and waaaay to liplock! yum. envy envy.
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5 November 2001: it's a helluva town
The weather in New York City was perfect. Most of the days were sunny
last week, and the couple days after Halloween were even warm. I got to
spend lots and lots of time with my brother, whom I haven't been able to
hang out with for ages and ages, as well as other wonderful friendly
people. I didn't manage to do half the things I would have liked, but I
knew that would be the case, only spending a week (and a saturday-night to
saturday-morning week at that).
Tired. Blister on pinkie toe. Happy happy joy travel pictures new city
friends familiar sights never seen before. I'm going to make a travel
journal, if I can manage it - the parents' computer where the scanners are
got fried last week, though happily the scanners seem to be ok - and will
post details as they become available.
whew.
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