Dull Spots in the Walls
I watched Marie Antoinette last night and decided that Sofia Coppola is firmly in my top three. It's not really because she's a great story teller, or even a necessarily great director (although she was nominated for Lost in Translation). It's because she's so visual, and it's a visual medium. She's not great at bringing a piece full circle, nor is she great at developing characters nor contextualizing their worlds. But she creates undeniably beautiful montages of imagery, and it's like watching a Monet or a Cézanne, and it emotes, no matter what.
I'm not sure she'd be a successful writer/director/producer were it not for her father's successes. Her films aren't accessible, and I wouldn't even try to make the argument that they're that great. But she sees the world a certain way--beautifully--and she makes her films the way she sees the world--with compassion--and I like that, and I trust her.
I had a late breakfast this morning: eggs, an everything bagel, and a big glass of orange juice. Zion told me about quantum measurements, and how studying or measuring a particle can excite it back to an original state. Like, the mere action of acknowledging a particle initiates something in it so that it becomes unstable... or something--I'm no quantum physicist. Zion then brought up the interesting part of this observation: by discovering dark energy, it's been recently hypothesized that human scientific study has excited dormant particles, and now we've contributed to the shortening of the universe's lifespan, probably in terms of billions of years.
I feel like this is the biggest in the religious right could be given for the argument against science. Right in time for X-mas.
There was another aspect of Thanksgiving break that I neglected to recall until this morning, when I silently refused to get out of bed after recurring nightmares of the woes of reality (including money and academics). I am hiding under the covers from the fact that I've been a useless student this semester. I've been an ok human; maybe we're square.
In any event, I am crawling toward the finish line.
It has been raining all day, and I don't feel trapped in 123, but I don't see any reason to leave it.
I am, without a solitary doubt in my mind, the laziest person I've ever met.
I need to find a scapegoat for what happened this semester.
Thanksgiving was... peaceful. In all of my adult life, I have rarely seen Americans so in need of a vacation, a break, a place to go that is safe and comfortable. I have rarely seen Americans rush toward the Thanksgiving weekend with such need and commitment. This country is coming apart. And people are in a lot of pain about that.
-Alec Baldwin, capturing the spirit of the season, 2007
I'm not sure she'd be a successful writer/director/producer were it not for her father's successes. Her films aren't accessible, and I wouldn't even try to make the argument that they're that great. But she sees the world a certain way--beautifully--and she makes her films the way she sees the world--with compassion--and I like that, and I trust her.
I had a late breakfast this morning: eggs, an everything bagel, and a big glass of orange juice. Zion told me about quantum measurements, and how studying or measuring a particle can excite it back to an original state. Like, the mere action of acknowledging a particle initiates something in it so that it becomes unstable... or something--I'm no quantum physicist. Zion then brought up the interesting part of this observation: by discovering dark energy, it's been recently hypothesized that human scientific study has excited dormant particles, and now we've contributed to the shortening of the universe's lifespan, probably in terms of billions of years.
I feel like this is the biggest in the religious right could be given for the argument against science. Right in time for X-mas.
There was another aspect of Thanksgiving break that I neglected to recall until this morning, when I silently refused to get out of bed after recurring nightmares of the woes of reality (including money and academics). I am hiding under the covers from the fact that I've been a useless student this semester. I've been an ok human; maybe we're square.
In any event, I am crawling toward the finish line.
It has been raining all day, and I don't feel trapped in 123, but I don't see any reason to leave it.
I am, without a solitary doubt in my mind, the laziest person I've ever met.
I need to find a scapegoat for what happened this semester.
Thanksgiving was... peaceful. In all of my adult life, I have rarely seen Americans so in need of a vacation, a break, a place to go that is safe and comfortable. I have rarely seen Americans rush toward the Thanksgiving weekend with such need and commitment. This country is coming apart. And people are in a lot of pain about that.
-Alec Baldwin, capturing the spirit of the season, 2007