me after two 12 hour plus days

There are days when I just want to say my piece and be heard. I don't want debate, contradiction or counter arguments. Even if I am being unfair... some days are just bad enough that all I want is an ear to listen and maybe a shoulder to cry on.

There are days when I am just not social; or socially acceptable even. ( admittedly my antisocial days are not too many but there are some; today was one).

There are days when all I want is a bath, a book, and a bed.

Thanks be to those who let me out of my responsibilities tonight so I could have just that and only that.

I will never date someone who lists "tanning" as an interest.

call me crazy.

critic/critiques

In general, I don't like critics. I just don't like the phenomenon of a select group/person putting forth their (always) biased opinion on the merits of art.

That said: I work in the arts and I know that critics are a necessary evil. I know that we wait on pins and needles for the reviews to come out, and that those reviews have a big effect on how a show does. Although, oddly, sometimes a really bad review is as intriguing to people as a good one. And of course, if you read certain reviewers regularly you know how to interpret their reviews based on what you know they like and dislike. The guy who hates musicals is never going to give a good review for a musical - it's that simple.

I am thinking about all of this because of a movie that I saw recently that I loved (LOVED!!) and because of the fact that I am reading reviews for this film like a mad man! Film reviews in particular are something I don't give much credence to. I have enjoyed many a movie that was panned by the critics, and been bored to tears by some of their favorites.

But perversely I am feeling oddly vindicated that so many of the reviews for this movie are good. (Some are bad, it's a sci-fi movie which tend to get mauled by critics anyway). I feel like a bit of a hypocrite because if the reviews had been mostly bad I would have said "What do they know? They just don't appreciate the genius behind it."

'Cause I don't like critics...you know?

was going to delete that last post. It meanders even more than my thoughts were at the time and I fear makes no sense.

But I can't delete things with comments on them.
*sigh*

liquidity...or: who am I?

I hang with hipsters. Many of them would be appalled at that description but lets call a spade a spade here. A significant portion of my social circle are young, hip, indie types who know all the cool music and read all the right books, wear the right clothes (the ones that look as if they aren't trying too hard), keep up with the coolest online comics, and poohpooh all the things that they are simply too cool for. I'm not criticizing, I love them dearly, wouldn't trade them for the world. And I do a decent imitation, some days. I listen to some of the right music... a little bit anyway; and I read the same books although I often don't love those books as much as they seem to.

But the other day I simply realized that I'm not. Not young, not hip, not indie. At least not in comparison. And it started to make me wonder where I fit.

For awhile, a few years back, I spent alot of time among a group of intensely socially concious, anti-consumerism, vegetarians who travelled the world with only what was in their rucksacks (don't call them backpacks). I loved them and their strong ideals. I learned so much from the experiences we shared. But ultimately I wanted to live somewhere. To have a home. To eat more than jasmine rice and curry (not that I don't love Jasmine rice and curry). I fell away from the more militant ones; some people "fell from grace" along with me. Now many of them have condos in Halifax and eat meat on a regular basis. I still hear from some of them intermittently; ironically, I hear more often from one who still travels the world than from some of the folks back home...

I don't know where I'm going with this one. It's meandering a bit - sorry about that. I guess I was just thinking about it a bit.

Wondering.

*AFTERTHOUGHT*(Oct. 5/05)Having recently been schooled on the "proper definition" of a hipster, it would seem I don't actually hang with many at all. Thanks Nickolai for the clarification but the thought process stands. My un-indie-ness remains.