Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Beats me...

I want to write about something...but I can't think of anything that I really can.

Seeing Parpika the other day reinvigorated my frequent desire to rant for awhile about the way that people dismiss whole genres and mediums of expression off hand based on limited experience; how people insist on assuming that the prevailing examples of a genre in the popular psyche defines it and not the unique aspects of the art form itself; how this off hand rejection limits the ability of the medium to expand beyond the current proponents and thus the prevailing styles that are so despised...but there's not much more to say than that. Every time I try and say more, it loses focus and becomes impossible to read.

I don't feel like taking up my soap box about any of the societal issues that have been nagging me for the last few years until I'm feeling collected enough to do so more clearly than I have the last couple of times (wow, I'm sorry about how jumbled and undirected some of the stuff on here comes out). I've already touched on most of them anyway - even if quite poorly - and seeing as nobody has tried to start any dialog with me on them, I'll assume that people don't care too much about my thoughts on them as it is. =P

Blogging about current events on the larger scale isn't something I ever intended to do, and so I intend to continue not doing it. As for my real life, the people I'm writing this all for know that I'm a fairly private person; and, as such, am not really comfortable talking specifics in such a potentially exposed place. Besides that, writing about whatever actual difficulties I may have in my life in a place where those involved could easily run across them instead of actually taking up the issue with them just strikes me as incredibly passive-aggressive, and I hate passive-aggression, and hate myself more when I start to go down that road without realizing it...

That said, here's a call to arms:
The few people who occasionally mention to me in real life that they read something on here tend to know me pretty damn well, but that doesn't mean you know everything. Any particular issues you want to know my opinions on? A movie or TV series you want me to spend way too much time collecting my thoughts on? Want me to write some incredibly absurd story just for you fine few?*

I won't make any promises, but I started this for the sake of hopefully getting some conversations started. Let me know if there's any part of my thought process you're curious about, and I'll try and find some time to elucidate you. I promise to be completely honest in anything I answer to. The invitation extends to real life conversations as well (or, you know, IM for most of you back home), but listening to me rant at you for 20 minutes while I mostly try and develop my thoughts into something concise and understandable isn't nearly as convenient for the most part.




*Note that I'm a relatively terrible narrative writer and make no assurances as to the quality of my stories, which are more like fictionalized anecdotes at best. All I can guarantee is a high degree of absurdity, and a strong likelihood of morbidity. Sorry.

3 comments:

Allison said...

Littlest Hobo Short Story *coughcough*? Like, paragraph-length vignettes? (Did I use that word correctly? I'm sleepy . . .)

Walz said...

Done, though I think that a paragraph is a bit short for a vignette. =P

Ed said...

Finally saw Paprika, eh? Great film!