Thursday, August 23, 2007

Consuming Entertainment

[migrated from myspace blog]

Yesterday I received a free credit card "reward" $25 Borders gift card in the mail. So of course the first thing I did was start to browse through my wish list to see what I could get while paying the least amount possible. I stumbled on a DVD set from Criterion that I had put on my wish list not too long ago; 394 minutes, three DVDs, two movies from the 1930's by a French director, Raymond Bernard. From everything I've read, I'm fairly certain I'll enjoy the movies (by all accounts, the most faithful adaptation of Les Miserables, and a WWI drama titled Wooden Crosses.) So the problem becomes the fact that if I do like this director, he'll become part of a long list of directors I enjoy, and whose films constitute an incredible backlog of movies I'd like to watch, even if I just watch the best ones from each. It becomes overwhelming, and sometimes a distraction from the real world, as is just looking at the stack of unread books I own.

The same goes for actors. I just picked up a sheet of Jimmy Stewart stamps at the post office today, and just looking at Amazon, there has to be 30 or more movies he was in that I'd like to see but haven't, yet.

For about 4 years I've kept a journal of every movie I've watched and book I read. Sometimes I have to step back and make sure I'm not watching something just to have one more thing to write in the journal, or to be one step closer to having seen all the movies I'd like to (which will never happen.) I have to remind myself to stop and enjoy what I consider to be an art form, and not just something to pass the time or fill a void.

Speaking of entertainment, I never cease to be amused by people walking behind their self-propelled golf bags on the golf course.

Another random thought: Do you think the people driving around in their new Mini with a UK flag on the roof know the car is made by BMW?

Finally, my newest cousin was born two days ago. His big sisters seem to have very different opinions of him. The picture tells it all.





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