Friday, January 22, 2010

Football

Why do I write about sports, movies, cultural expressions that a lot of people could call a waste of time? Because I think there is something great about them. If we didn't have sports, we wouldn't really know what it meant when the bible talks about victory, or glory. These are reflections of the eternal expressed every day on the court/field/stage/pitch.

The playoffs are approaching. This is good. The pursuit of glory is an easily deconstructed metaphor, which I think needs to project each person into a greater state of self awareness, specifically regarding why we do what we do and like what we like. Not that you need to be nitty gritty about what you like. I like football. I know some abstract reasons, and some more specific reasons, you can hear these in movies about sports, like Remember the Titans, The Express, The Program, Any Given Sunday, Rudy, and so on.

But if you don't know what motivates you, that's probably why you struggle with apathy, or find yourself doing things that you don't really want to do. And this leads to serious problems when you get into relationships.

I am just sort of wandering in this post, but that is all for now.


Tops in Cinema

Top 10 movies of the previous decade in no particular order

1. O Brother, Where Art Thou?

2. Memento

3. Watchmen

4. The Fountain

5. The Fall

6. Into the Wild

7. The Royal Tenenbaums

8. Big Fish

9. 28 Days Later

10. The Salton Sea

Best Remake: Man on Fire (Runner Up - Oceans 11)

Best Pure Visual: Avatar (duh) (Runner Up - Sin City)

Best Musical: Sweeney Todd (Runner Up - Moulin Rouge)

Best Animated Feature: The Incredibles (Runner Up - Wall-E)

Best Franchise Film: Batman Begins (Runner Up - Casino Royale)

Best Foreign Film: Pan's Labrynth (Runners Up - Tsotsi, District 9)

Best Sports Movie: Cinderella Man (Runner Up - Coach Carter)

Best Trilogy: Lord of the Rings (Runner Up - Spider-Man)

Best War/Soldier Movie: The Hurt Locker (Runner up - The Messenger)

if it were top 20:

collateral, crash, beyond the sea, millions, green street hooligans, snatch, brick, 500 days of summer, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, Kill Bill 1 & 2 (combined)

honorable mention: American Psycho, Donnie Darko, Sideways, Road to Perdition

Processing Hardship

Here is me rambling; in part this post is an elaboration of my poem from earlier this month.

I don't think I know how to process or understand hardship, and the more I listen to other people, the more I don't think they do either. Especially on a global scale. I am a happy youtube user, and I listen to a number of Vloggers. One such commentator who I really like, said that in our lifetime (he's 21) we had NEVER seen such massive destruction and death as in Haiti, and even, somewhat arrogantly said people were welcome to question him, though he was confident in his assertion. 

But he is wrong. A pessimistic tally of the Tsunami killed over 320,000 people. That was 6 years ago. So, I think that's what I'm getting at. It's not that we should diminish Haiti at all, I have friends that are arriving there this evening, and the country is sorely in need of hands, feet, funds, prayers and miracles. But Haiti is going to take a long time to recover, and if we don't remember that as many people died 6 years ago, we're not going to stick it out in Haiti. 

But this is not new, or bizarre, or anymore difficult than any other event in the last 6000 years of human history. And that's one of the problems that I see in postmodernity, is the fact that the emphasis on experience has led people to not believe in history. They comprehend it, that's easy. But the hundred years war, the plague, World War 2, we don't believe that people have suffered for forever. And not that we should give any ground retreat anyway from bearing the burdens of others, but, we need to be realistic that the world is broken. If you admit that, you will remember it, and you will become more and more convinced of the need to trust in God. Deepening trust in God changes our lives and our decisions, and if it doesn't, it's not real. That's where experience comes in to play. It's not about what happens to you, it's about what you make happen. I'm stuck here. That's okay. I'm praying for haiti and for all those who are able to go there. It's not just about haiti, it's about the whole world. I need to change. 

I go back to this over and over again in my head: I love the story Don Miller tells in Blue Like Jazz, where he wants to go to war protests carrying a sign that says "I am the problem". Redemption starts where each person is, abject poverty, and utter need. I am a failure and a fraud, and I need grace to be authentic. I am haiti. I am the tsunami. And it gets worse when I realize my shipwreck is entirely self-inflicted. But I am being redeemed by something completely outside my metaphysical borders. It will take a lifetime for me to be right. Don't give up on me yet, Jesus. Everyday is remembering and starting over. 


Monday, January 04, 2010

My first time sharing something like this

I've given girls poems, and I've written them for me, but I suppose I ought to take the plunge and put one out there for more than 1 set of eyes to see. Needs a title.

Awaiting the arrival of a dream unseen
Serene like winter waits for spring
Alive in the tragic land
Of perpetual disappointments
And reckless optimism.
Slowly driven
From the bed of dead desires
Towards the morning-after fires
By carrion cries.
A sunshine state of mind
In rapid decline.
Tepid waters rise around
My demise abounds
Here in lonesome town.
Alive I strive to live above the waves
Of mournful desperation
And rusty wilted crowns,
Held fast by strands of eternal hope;
My threads. White with light like wires 
Bound around my wrists that twist and wind about me.
Kindness, virtue so surreal, so real a savior died for.
And death no more remains
But life abounds around the cross of loss and pain
In those sustained by grace.
Fear and shame are drowned
In throws that gnash and turn to ash.
Don't give up on me yet.