I didn't join the fever originally, but I have been on quite the Lost kick recently. Mystery? Sure, I'm down. Sexual tension x infinity? Errkay. Hurley the gentlest giant in ze land? Yass Yass.
Now, I would be fine with just these elements. There are complex layers and the plot is woven in a way that makes you wanna play work hooky for hours and hours so you can find Claire and see the crazy French bitch electrocute some more islanders. It's good, really good. But that's not why I love it.
I love it because every episode is chock full of genuine, raw human interaction and/or experience: the way Charile offers Claire an empty jar, pretending that it's peanut butter for her pregnant cravings ("Dip your fingers in, it's crunchy"), or the way that loner black lady holds onto her grief sitting way up high on the dunes. There's something brilliant about a story that throws a bunch of strangers together by chance, making them join together out of necessity or pushing them to the brink of solitary madness. Moreover, there's something romantic about watching moments that everyday ole us remember, dream of, and cringe at.
Praiiiise the Netflix gods. There is life after 30Rock.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Choozy Choozy.
Fortune cookie: "All decisions you make are the right ones"
Recently, I've been thinking about bad decisions and how we're supposed to choose when faced with a million options: where to work, who to date, which friend groups to run in, and which books to devour. It's stressful. You don't want to waste your time stomping down dead end paths. These past three months I've been running in all directions. Trying to experience a bit of everything and push forward on paths that are the right ones. The thing about decisions, though, is that you're going to make bad ones. There are too many to make and no one is going to TELL you what to do. But, I've come to realize that that's kind of a great thing. An awesome thing, really. Being thrown into decisions, alone and uncertain, is the only way we grow and get better. Bad decisions are really quite good for us if we're talking big picture. Sink or swim. The process of it all (deciding, adapting, creating, and destroying) shapes us. We create ourselves in our own image. Yes, there are other factors and it's more complicated than that, but it's mostly just us.
Recently, I've been thinking about bad decisions and how we're supposed to choose when faced with a million options: where to work, who to date, which friend groups to run in, and which books to devour. It's stressful. You don't want to waste your time stomping down dead end paths. These past three months I've been running in all directions. Trying to experience a bit of everything and push forward on paths that are the right ones. The thing about decisions, though, is that you're going to make bad ones. There are too many to make and no one is going to TELL you what to do. But, I've come to realize that that's kind of a great thing. An awesome thing, really. Being thrown into decisions, alone and uncertain, is the only way we grow and get better. Bad decisions are really quite good for us if we're talking big picture. Sink or swim. The process of it all (deciding, adapting, creating, and destroying) shapes us. We create ourselves in our own image. Yes, there are other factors and it's more complicated than that, but it's mostly just us.
Today I feel pretty good knowing that I can choose and whatever I choose is going to be right. Onward and upward. zoom zoom.
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