And Here I Recontinue My Specialized Reports, Snippets, Commentary...
Last night, I met, by chance, another fairly well-known person in the Concordia cinema/communications department (they are not technically one department, but there is a lot of overlap, particularly when you are doing your M.A., as I am, and I think he is). Ezra Winton (I think I spelt his last named right). He is a really nice guy. He is one of these kinds or types of people (not in a derogatory sense, but in the other sense) who is able to move easily between two or more worlds. I myself don't find it as easy to move garrulously between the realm of the relatively passive-aggressive, loner world of the academic (to which I self-mockingly delineate myself), and the popular political realm of the filmmakers, installation artists, journalists, etc. Actually, I wouldn't be entirely positive about the characters of many journalists, at least in Montréal, but that is another matter. But anyway, Ezra is an admirable man. And a most diplomatic and generous one at that. I was a little irritable towards him and his friend (a long story) at first. But if it weren't for that, I likely wouldn't have been introduced to him (by, well, himself, as a gesture of peace, something which I, not he, should have done, but could not have done, in the complicated world of saving/giving face). Anyway, life is always like that. The several negatives (or apparent negatives), in a social realm, often end up in a positive.
It turns out, it won't be as soon as I thought, that I can reciprocate some form of kindness. He invited me to the screening of the film Sharkwater which will be shown on Monday evening, and I said I could make it.
I just realized, this morning, however, that that is the time when I will start going to Peter Rist's class, registered, of course, as an independent student. I didn't go to that class this past Monday because I dreaded, in many senses, going into a small, stuffy classroom, with my germ-ridden body. I most certainly would have gotten sicker. That was the first day of my flu. As it was, it did get a little worse, and I was in bed all day on Tuesday. I felt like a younger man again on Wedesday. Yesterday and today I have felt great as well. I had a few things I had to sort out in my mind as well. Sometimes things start too quickly. Having high temperatures doesn't help that. You get delirious, and sometimes even a little hallucinatory, even if only in your perception of the speed of things, or of the atmosphere around you. Sometimes you can feel incredibly elated, too (which is unfortunate for others around you, if their immune systems aren't so good.
I never get flu shots. Actually, I almost never catch colds. Most of the "colds" I catch are flus, with the accompanying minor bronchitis, accute stuffed-uppness, and so forth. I find that I often feel ten times healthier when I get over a case of the flu. And I don't think it's just another example of the stubbed-toe syndrome. Sure, it's partly that.
I am, for health and ethical reasons, opposed to flu shots. Okay, maybe kids in the public school system should get them, but then....I don't know. Maybe it does more harm than good. Some shots do actually make it so we never ever get the disease or virus. But with the flu, it is different. I think we need some of the minor illnesses so we don't get the major ones. It gives our bodies a chance to fight, and learn about the little cooties in the air out their. If we are always protected and sterilized, then we will become frighteningly weak across the board. ...as if GMO crops aren't endandering us and life on the planet around us enough...
Anyway, I hope to make it to one of those Monday film nights, that Ezra organizes. Reading week perhaps (unless there is a break in screening then? I'll have to research up on it). The funny thing is, Ezra's face vaguely reminds me of a longtime friend of mine, Johnny Cheesecake. Sometimes it takes me a while to like or get used to someone's double. I get annoyed or resentful that this impostor dares even look like this other more familiar person, and I think, he should not be in the other context, particularly doing something that is uncharacteristic of the, er, namesake. If this makes any sense.
I have encoutered so many doubles in my life. Even when I am riding my bike, I might see a pedestrian or some other cyclist looks like another person I know. I don't really care whether my feeling (of complex resentment, observation, etc.) is normal. It is not important. It is a way for me to determine character.
Once the person distinguishes himself in another way, then I can nuance my sense or typing or typage to include even more varieties or genres of faces, etc.
Okay, I must continue my post later on. Let me start my next reportage/commentary on this article I just read earlier this week in September's Vanity Fair. Did you know that Arthur Miller, the playwright and political acitivist, had a son with Downs Syndrome, whom he didn't once publicly ackowledge (or even privately, for that matter, except to his wife, and even then...). The shocking and glaring paradox in his personality is well, glaring. More on that a little later. Shocking as well, is some of the other information that the reporter and writer delivers about Miller and this relationship (or lack thereof).
It turns out, it won't be as soon as I thought, that I can reciprocate some form of kindness. He invited me to the screening of the film Sharkwater which will be shown on Monday evening, and I said I could make it.
I just realized, this morning, however, that that is the time when I will start going to Peter Rist's class, registered, of course, as an independent student. I didn't go to that class this past Monday because I dreaded, in many senses, going into a small, stuffy classroom, with my germ-ridden body. I most certainly would have gotten sicker. That was the first day of my flu. As it was, it did get a little worse, and I was in bed all day on Tuesday. I felt like a younger man again on Wedesday. Yesterday and today I have felt great as well. I had a few things I had to sort out in my mind as well. Sometimes things start too quickly. Having high temperatures doesn't help that. You get delirious, and sometimes even a little hallucinatory, even if only in your perception of the speed of things, or of the atmosphere around you. Sometimes you can feel incredibly elated, too (which is unfortunate for others around you, if their immune systems aren't so good.
I never get flu shots. Actually, I almost never catch colds. Most of the "colds" I catch are flus, with the accompanying minor bronchitis, accute stuffed-uppness, and so forth. I find that I often feel ten times healthier when I get over a case of the flu. And I don't think it's just another example of the stubbed-toe syndrome. Sure, it's partly that.
I am, for health and ethical reasons, opposed to flu shots. Okay, maybe kids in the public school system should get them, but then....I don't know. Maybe it does more harm than good. Some shots do actually make it so we never ever get the disease or virus. But with the flu, it is different. I think we need some of the minor illnesses so we don't get the major ones. It gives our bodies a chance to fight, and learn about the little cooties in the air out their. If we are always protected and sterilized, then we will become frighteningly weak across the board. ...as if GMO crops aren't endandering us and life on the planet around us enough...
Anyway, I hope to make it to one of those Monday film nights, that Ezra organizes. Reading week perhaps (unless there is a break in screening then? I'll have to research up on it). The funny thing is, Ezra's face vaguely reminds me of a longtime friend of mine, Johnny Cheesecake. Sometimes it takes me a while to like or get used to someone's double. I get annoyed or resentful that this impostor dares even look like this other more familiar person, and I think, he should not be in the other context, particularly doing something that is uncharacteristic of the, er, namesake. If this makes any sense.
I have encoutered so many doubles in my life. Even when I am riding my bike, I might see a pedestrian or some other cyclist looks like another person I know. I don't really care whether my feeling (of complex resentment, observation, etc.) is normal. It is not important. It is a way for me to determine character.
Once the person distinguishes himself in another way, then I can nuance my sense or typing or typage to include even more varieties or genres of faces, etc.
Okay, I must continue my post later on. Let me start my next reportage/commentary on this article I just read earlier this week in September's Vanity Fair. Did you know that Arthur Miller, the playwright and political acitivist, had a son with Downs Syndrome, whom he didn't once publicly ackowledge (or even privately, for that matter, except to his wife, and even then...). The shocking and glaring paradox in his personality is well, glaring. More on that a little later. Shocking as well, is some of the other information that the reporter and writer delivers about Miller and this relationship (or lack thereof).
Labels: Arthur Miller, doubles, mistaken identities, my life, new faces, new people, true faces, two faces
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