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I should write a journal entry every day. And so I will.
Back in April I was watching Colbert and Stewart every night and thinking very seriously about their impact. About their delivery. They are smart talented men. Until in Austin I saw both shows flow by as part of Comedy Central's endless stoned in-joke babble. If I hadn't seen the episodes before I wouldn't even have realized they were meaningful ones. Of course they edit them differently for broadcast I assume. Life got busy and for a few months I didn't watch.
Christopher Hitchens is dead now, I'd never read his writings before he died. His name derided in liberal blogs because of his support for the Iraq war. Now watching him debate John Stewart in 2005 he comes across as reasonable and intelligent. Stewart a buffoon in 2005, except for the anger that comes out in the end. Compare/contrast to 2010, when only Stewart's practiced helpless laughter at his guest's jokes remains a fool's clowning. Stewart willing to act like a great man if it will stop people from calling him one.
2005 I had many artistic successes at Reed. This didn't make life simple or easy but I wasn't worried yet, I had plenty of time. I had a giant cardboard box I'd picked up somewhere and most of my important possessions could fit in it. I moved from Foster II to the RCAs with a shopping cart on a beautiful May day when sun warmth after rain vibrated beauty. Was the world easier or was I young or
"I'm not black or white or anything--I'm a movie star!" This truth from Samuel L. Jackson. The Daily Show will be on break for the next two weeks. Television star the only profession left with lengthy paid vacations. And touring lighting designer, I suppose. I want to pretend downtrodden, it is a poor con. Oppressed works much better. You can live a luxurious life and be oppressed. That's what started this whole mess, was that my privileged life showered with blessings couldn't close my eyes to the people suffering around me.
Tomorrow Occupy Portland moves more solidly into a meeting room a few blocks from my dance studio. I'll miss walking across the bridges.
Back in April I was watching Colbert and Stewart every night and thinking very seriously about their impact. About their delivery. They are smart talented men. Until in Austin I saw both shows flow by as part of Comedy Central's endless stoned in-joke babble. If I hadn't seen the episodes before I wouldn't even have realized they were meaningful ones. Of course they edit them differently for broadcast I assume. Life got busy and for a few months I didn't watch.
Christopher Hitchens is dead now, I'd never read his writings before he died. His name derided in liberal blogs because of his support for the Iraq war. Now watching him debate John Stewart in 2005 he comes across as reasonable and intelligent. Stewart a buffoon in 2005, except for the anger that comes out in the end. Compare/contrast to 2010, when only Stewart's practiced helpless laughter at his guest's jokes remains a fool's clowning. Stewart willing to act like a great man if it will stop people from calling him one.
2005 I had many artistic successes at Reed. This didn't make life simple or easy but I wasn't worried yet, I had plenty of time. I had a giant cardboard box I'd picked up somewhere and most of my important possessions could fit in it. I moved from Foster II to the RCAs with a shopping cart on a beautiful May day when sun warmth after rain vibrated beauty. Was the world easier or was I young or
"I'm not black or white or anything--I'm a movie star!" This truth from Samuel L. Jackson. The Daily Show will be on break for the next two weeks. Television star the only profession left with lengthy paid vacations. And touring lighting designer, I suppose. I want to pretend downtrodden, it is a poor con. Oppressed works much better. You can live a luxurious life and be oppressed. That's what started this whole mess, was that my privileged life showered with blessings couldn't close my eyes to the people suffering around me.
Tomorrow Occupy Portland moves more solidly into a meeting room a few blocks from my dance studio. I'll miss walking across the bridges.