September 29th, 2008

true story

Two Good Movies

And if there ever comes a time
When you should have to leave
I hope you know that I
I'm taking you with me


I feel the need to chronicle what happened in my life today for myself, but it might be all that interesting to everyone. Garrett called me this morning with a breakfast invitation and then my Mom suggested this would be a good time to meet him, so all three of my parents (I know my use of this word is perhaps erroneous, but it works and is more accurate than individually listing them. So breakfast became brunch and brunch was great. I then headed out to the Printmaking lab, where I finished the other two colors of four that I needed to screen print and finished just barely in time to make it to church a few minutes early. Church was pretty good tonight, but a couple of things bothered me and I came home in a vile mood, ravenously hungry and yet not really wanting to eat. I settled on some veggies and chips and a couple pieces of cold, mediocre pizza. Then Mom suggested we get a couple of movies and we did, Bella, which was a great perfect-circle kind of story about redemption and friendship and familial love, and 88 Minutes which was a really neat mystery thriller. I was really impressed with the fact that I followed the mystery almost well enough in the fine details - I missed connecting a couple things until after the big reveal but I did have a correct hunch on the villain's identity long before the end.

I still have to see Iron Man, Speed RacerStep Up 2, and a handful of other recent films.

I'm a little ticked about the several dozen questions I have asked people via online mediums over the last week that have been ignored. Worst of all, many of those inquiries are to people whose offline contact information is beyond my reach.


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seasons change

The Birth of the World

This is all,
This is everything,
Everything I've got

Genesis
. It is the beginning.

I always find my year to be marked inwardly based on school terms, so my year always begins in September. A nice contrast to this is the Jewish Holiday of Rosh Hashanah, which literally means "head of the year." It's also a date that Jews celebrate the birthday of the world - the first creation from which all creation follows. It's the festival where the ram's horn - the shofar - is sounded. I wish I had the abilities required to sound my own specimen, which sits just behind me as I write. Sadly, I am no trumpeter.

And so this day I consider more important than New Years in a lot of ways. New Years is a midpoint for me, a checkup. Right now if I'm making resolutions for a new span of time - my only year at age 23 is soon to be upon me - there's a few things that must certainly be included as focus points. I hope to spend some time sooner rather than later in defining some of the things I'm working on in this year.

Tashlikh is a related Jewish custom of note that I have heard about only via the internet - apparently some Jews symbolically throw bread into a water source as a symbol of their sins being cast to the depths and forgotten. I find this interesting, and though I'm not planning to incorporate it specifically into my belief system, I am often intrigued and appreciative of systems to back up one's beliefs with visual and physical cues. Being that it's Fall and leaves are plentiful, I'm planning on taking a handful to the bridge and performing a similar ceremony with the design of forgetting that which is behind. There are some things that I need to let go of and move on. I think a lot will change when I do. I may have to let go more than once, but I'd like to try doing it with something concretely representative.  And I can think of no better way to symbolize these things than dead leaves. They grew and formed and had their course, and yet as they drop from the living tree, it is only in preparation. The winter tree looks barren, but it is deceptive in it's dead appearance because it remains a sleeping storehouse of life.

In soul seasons, I believe I am in springtime - an irony as the days grow shorter and the leaves fall. But I am a winter tree whose leaves still weight the branches, and I need to release them to the winds of time to be free and to grow into the coming renewal.