i got a new debit card but i forgot to tell livejournal, which caused my paid account to briefly cancel itself this weekend, and the only active icons i had at my disposal were my default,
this one,
this one,
this one and
this one. it's like livejournal can READ MY MIND and knows that not so secretly, all i want to post about is baseball.
i don't want to shake things up too much, but here's a post about books, music, movies and television:
1.
rambling predictions about harry potter and the deathly hollows, and by predictions, i mean 'things a 10 year old with a vague familiarity with joseph campbell could probably figure out' + a re-hash of all my boring opinions about heteronormativity revisited.
i think that:
a. harry's scar is a horcrux.
b. he will THINK he needs to sacrifice himself to make voldemort kill-able.
c. he won't die, but his scar will disappear.
d. the absence of the scar might mean that he loses his magical powers.
because:
e. the inherent conflict between the muggle and wizarding worlds (and the statue of secrecy that divides them) has been a constant thread throughout the books, and seems like it has to be adding up to something
f. everything i know about harry potter i learned from wizard people, dear reader, which is to say: master H starts to feel the weight of his own celebrity. while harry certainly finds hogwarts preferable to living with the dursleys, i also think that he would never be totally happy continuing to live in the wizarding world, because he'll never be able to shed his notoriety.
g. i think that JKR might want to kill him but knows she can't, having him lose his wizarding powers is the compromise cost of victory.
and then, i don't know, blah blah. this is the problem with genre stories -- in order to manufacture a happy ending, the allegorically queer otheredness has to be shed and everybody has to straighten up. i was talking to co-worker!N (who's never read the harry potter books but is a huge sci-fi/fantasy geek) and i said, "you know how, like, no matter how gay the hobbits were in lord of the rings, sam still had to go home and marry a woman?" and i said when HBP came out that the
actual themes of heteronormativity really bummed me out, but this is more about the allegorical heteronormativity of narrative happy endings, and jesus christ, that sentence was so fucking wanky and pretentious, i have to stop.
in conclusion:
h. if remus and tonks have little the howling III: the marsupials babies, i will be irritated.
i. if harry just sort of wins the war and goes off and has a normal (non-magical) life, i will also be vaguely disappointed, but not surprised.
j. if JKR never deals with the ramifications that time travel is possible in her universe, i will be annoyed, but not surprised.
k. ron = dumblemore. well, not really, but i still never give up hope.
2. thanks to
ciderpress, i have been listening to the new stars album non-stop. last week, one of my co-workers asked me what i was listening to and i said "the new stars album" and she said "i've never heard of that band" and i said "well, they're a little bit twee" and she said "what does that word mean?" i said that it meant indie pop that's a little precious, and cited belle & sebastian as the patron saints of all things twee, but she'd never heard (??) of belle & sebastian, so i said i would make her a mix cd. but figuring out what bands truly exemplifies tweedom is harder than i thought! belle & sebastian is definitely twee. so are the lucksmiths. but is stars really twee, or are there not enough jangly guitars? both broken social scene and the arcade fire seem like they should be twee, but i think they're too noisy. is death cab for cutie twee? does the tweeness of death cab for cutie impact the tweeness of the postal service? inquiring wretched hipster minds, etcetera.
3. on saturday night,
smartlikejustin, el hermano de
smartlikejustin and i went to the cd record release show for a band that her friend manages, and later to the after-party at their rehearsal space, which was in a semi-sketchy part of allston, and looked more like a converted storage facility. there was a point where i was standing in the hallway, looking at the dingy rows of doors and thinking "this looks like a slightly more well-lit version of
hostel," and i wanted to tell springfield but med school is eating his face and we only communicate through voicemail (me) and text messages that say "i'm at the library, will call later" (him), and then i was sad. on sunday
smartlikejustin and i were driving on the masspike and it was incredibly windy and i felt like the car was actually being pushed off the road and i was thinking, "great, we didn't die in that re-enactment of hostel, but now it's just like on lost, we were supposed to die at recording space but we didn't and now we're going to die because the wind is going to blow this nissan into a ditch." and one of the few people i know who would have appreciated that analogy is katie and she was already in the car with me, so that meant i was batting .500 in my attempt to communicate only through pop cultural analogies, so at least there's that.