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I went to go see "300" last night. It was exactly what i was expecting. There wasn't much of a complex or thought-inspiring story. It was a simple battle against the odds, empowering flick that makes you want to fight somebody bigger than you are for no reason in particular. It attempted to appeal to a female crowd by way of a powerful Queen character, but such an aspect was kind of undermined by a senseless amount of nudity. Considering i have a penis and like naked women, this is more of a idealist complaint rather than a personal gripe. Overall, seeing the movie was a good experience. I like walking out of a movie theater feeling stronger than i normally do, feeling like a could thrust a spear just as well as a spartan, had a situation ever come up that would force me to thrust spears... wow, that's a metaphore i didn't even consider until now.
I've been reading a lot lately. Just finished American Psycho, which was perfect. I mean it was completely demented and grotesque, but as a novel, it was perfect. It described the importance of having an identity and the consequences of losing oneself. And it didn't have a happy ending. It had completely no resolution. The main character was still quite insane and there was no help for him, there was no shining light of goodness, there was no hero to imprison him. The author left the psycho in a powerful position that nurtured his tendancy toward violence. Sometimes it's better not to capture the criminal, sometimes it's better to accept the world as imperfect.
This leads into an important realization. I love contrast. I like reading extreme novels from both sides of spectrum, either beauitful or devastating. If a book has both then it's fucking perfect, but that's a hell of hard thing to accomplish. I look for the same thing in music, in art in general. Even in people; if someone can appreciate the perverse just as much as the beautiful i want to spend time with them because i would have something in common with them. I really don't think it's a very uncommon attribute, i just think that a lot of people are embarrassed or afraid of recognizing and expressing their alternative side.
On a... extreme note. I'll be moving to Richmond, Virginia at the beginning of June. I'm both looking forward to it and dreading it. The reasons for both emotions should be fairly obvious. I'm going to start a life, making a good amount of money in a nice appartment in a new and exciting area. And, i'll be leaving all of the people that have made me who i am; people that i don't want to forget about. I don't know how to handle the situation other than to ignore it until i have to go. So i'm not going to make much mention of it after this statement. Rather, i am going to enjoy the company of my friends for as long as i can.
I've been reading a lot lately. Just finished American Psycho, which was perfect. I mean it was completely demented and grotesque, but as a novel, it was perfect. It described the importance of having an identity and the consequences of losing oneself. And it didn't have a happy ending. It had completely no resolution. The main character was still quite insane and there was no help for him, there was no shining light of goodness, there was no hero to imprison him. The author left the psycho in a powerful position that nurtured his tendancy toward violence. Sometimes it's better not to capture the criminal, sometimes it's better to accept the world as imperfect.
This leads into an important realization. I love contrast. I like reading extreme novels from both sides of spectrum, either beauitful or devastating. If a book has both then it's fucking perfect, but that's a hell of hard thing to accomplish. I look for the same thing in music, in art in general. Even in people; if someone can appreciate the perverse just as much as the beautiful i want to spend time with them because i would have something in common with them. I really don't think it's a very uncommon attribute, i just think that a lot of people are embarrassed or afraid of recognizing and expressing their alternative side.
On a... extreme note. I'll be moving to Richmond, Virginia at the beginning of June. I'm both looking forward to it and dreading it. The reasons for both emotions should be fairly obvious. I'm going to start a life, making a good amount of money in a nice appartment in a new and exciting area. And, i'll be leaving all of the people that have made me who i am; people that i don't want to forget about. I don't know how to handle the situation other than to ignore it until i have to go. So i'm not going to make much mention of it after this statement. Rather, i am going to enjoy the company of my friends for as long as i can.