The Weird and the Wonderful

EDIT EDIT: Hells bells I did it somehow.

EDIT: I can't get the dammed Adsense off even though I went through all of the procedures.

Things have been hectic around here lately. Personal. Hard to talk about. Life. I'm not checking in here to show that this blog is still updating but to keep it on my mind. What I've done has been enjoyable for me and I hope to continue it, not out of a sense of obligation but for a space to express my opinions if to no one but me.

I quite like myself, I do, and I can carry on a mean debate with myself. I have a feeling this blog will be a little empty for quite some time. It's another blog about one persons opinions about movies, tv, books and plays, and that's good enough for me.

Many people assume that when a person watches something they do it purely for escapism. I don't know about the other people, but for me, it's like the pink elephant in the room. So ESCAPISM has never been my purpose. When I watch, listen, read, interact, it's true, I don't have to concentrate on my problems. My emotions are not on me and my situation. I have something else to mull on but I don't stop thinking about that pink elephant. So whatever, and really it does seem like whatever, I'm watching I apply it to me. After a while, these things become ideals, representations, understandings that reflect (do they become?) me.

Things like this:

Review On Reviewing

At the library today, I found a book. A HOW TO book, one in a series. How to be a film critic. Perfect! Not only would I learn how to analyze a film, I would learn the entire history of movies in one fell swoop; a little more than 100 pages.

But as I walked to the checkout, it became pure lead, in my arms and my head. I could not stop thinking about the repercussions of it. The repercussions of a goddamned HOW TO book. I was afraid that after reading it, I would compare myself, I'd fall into a pattern of looking at media through this book. I have a tendency to follow other people's patterns when I'm on shaky ground, and that's not what I want. When I feel secure in my opinion, I'll take ideas, things I like and things I don't and apply them to me, and that's how I'll go about interpreting what I see. That will always be changing. Countless times have I thought that my way was the most concrete, best, most perfect way, only to have that perception ruined.

It's hard to argue with words on a paper. No one is going to respond, it's perception won't be challenged by anyone but me, and I don't feel I can do that until I understand my view of criticizing.

Ha! So far this blog has had an intro post and a short little tribute and already my honeymoon period is coming to an end.

First Post

I'm a little sick as I type this. Nauseous, but nothing serious.

I made this blog to achieve a modest dream. I'm going to post about media. The big, undefinable world of just about everything.

I am a not a film, music, radio or art critic. I have no training in criticizing other than what I do on a daily basis, and I can't force myself into believing that my knowledge can compete with professionals. Any and all pretension of appearing so is merely a fluke. What I can believe is that a critic is, at his heart, a man like any other even in their well-worn world. I am a woman like any other. I've always wondered what it would be like to be the critic, and here is my mimic of it.

Well...here I go.