I haven’t watched “Dragon Ball Super,” but I’ve read about the main character, Goku, getting an ultra form that surpassed his super blond-haired form — and that’s just kind of neat. Instead of a dark-haired character’s best version having features that are supposed to be valuable to some people because they’re not as common as dark-hair, this version of Goku’s turn to gray — like he’s getting older or has just gone through something incredibly stressful. And yet can still find a way to keep fighting at the level of his universe’s would-be gods. If only.
This line from an Aimee Mann song can apply to a lot of things, but it works quite well with writing, too: “It must be hard, ringing the bells of doors that don’t swing wide / Anymore.” It’s probably a bit off some ideal brand for writers to be a bit dismayed by a culture in which reading is not quite as ubiquitous a form of diversion/learning as it once was. It is of course still distinct in the way that it requires a person to utilize his or her own mind to bring a work to life (like some far grander “Frankenstein”), but though being on some bigger platform in which one writes to entertain and make people think was hardly ever something that could be easily done by just anybody, the door of longer-form reading in general has gotten smaller. There’s just so many passive forms of diversion.
And yeah, that makes long-form writing (even if only in something shorter with a meaning that’s sort of longer form) a bit hard — not that you just give up because of that. But as it is with life itself, it’s strange to pretend otherwise — that it’s not at least a bit hard.
(Spoilers) I haven’t seen the new “Star Wars” yet, but I’ve let plot points be spoiled for me — things like Rey’s parents supposedly being “nobodies.” For some people, that’s disappointing. But I like the idea quite a lot — I suppose because legacies in fiction are often romanticized as being a far more noble thing than they are in the real world. Many of us would like to be part of a legacy, just to inherit “greatness” and its ensuing path. But mostly legacies are just an inheritance of privilege.
Christmas as it’s presented to us is very much an if-you’re-fortunate thing. Beyond any religious or consumerist connotations, I think Christmas can simply be about hope and good will. For some people, those things tend to not feel so omnipresent in their lives. If you’re struggling, Christmas can be sort of isolating — even as a holiday about hope and good will is as much (if not more so) for someone who’s struggling as anybody else. Continue reading “Christmas and Sparseness”
People are busy and not always able to make time to read as much as they might like — which doesn’t always quite bode well for a blog post. There are always many that nobody ever reads, let alone likes. If you’re the author of a post that you put a bit of your heart into, and if likes mean something to you (they certainly don’t have to), like it yourself. Continue reading “The Cold II: If It’s Something to be Proud of, Like It Yourself”
“Maniac” is a 2015 Norwegian TV series from co-creator/star Espen Larvaag and Håkon Bast Mossige. Cary Fukunaga is helming an American remake, but the original stars Larvaag as Espen, a mentally ill man who’s been committed – though in his head, he’s having the time of his many lives (And now for spoilers galore). In his vivid fantasy scenarios, Espen’s alternately a billionaire who moonlights as a superhero, a hotel magnate/heir to a dubious family’s fortune, a WWII hero, (sitcom) Jerry Seinfeld, and more. The one constant in these lives is best friend/companion, Hakon, who alternately reaffirms that Espen’s the coolest person on the planet and to not trust any interloper. Continue reading “Mental Illness in the TV series ‘Maniac’”