Probably not even worth a blog post, but I recently watched this film, and I need to get a questioned answered.
[Spoiler Alert]
I'm really only addressing this question to a select number of my friends. You see, there are a handful of close friends that I trust enough to take movie advice from. I know that if they enjoy a movie, there's a good chance I will too. A good portion of these friends had the same comment about Shutter Island:
"It was pretty good with a great twist at the end."
Since there was such a unified response, I decided it was definitely one to watch- so I did. It was enjoyable, and I liked most of the cast. I was, however, a bit confused at the end. Not confused about what happened, mind you; I was confused about which part of the ending my trusted friends were impressed with.
So I ask: Were you shocked by the fact that he was a patient the whole time, or that he voluntarily lobotomized himself?
The reason I ask: I need to re-evaluate my movie friends. It's been a few years since I did a quality control survey, and I think it's time.
One answer will lead to being bumped down on my list, and one will insure movie friendship until the next evaluation.
If you think we should be movie friends, by all means- comment. I'd like to have a big cinematic posse to discuss things with.
I ate Chipotle two days in a row.
I never seem to learn any lessons involving sun protection. I spent all day yesterday outside taking pictures. Now, I'm suffering from a nuissance burn. It's not severe- it's just there. If I had hair, it would hurt to comb it.
They always tell you that the worst time to take photographs is when the sun is directly overhead. This is really only partially accurate. If you're taking traditional portraits, it's the least flattering time. However, if you have lots of nice cloud cover, portraits will look superb at noon. And if your goal is to blow out and wash out, lunch time is always the way to go.
I'm finally settled back in from spending a week without a cell phone, a real bed, or more than 4.5 hours of sleep. But I'd do it all again in a heartbeat, because "Be Creative" is the greatest thing I get to do all year. At no other time in the year do I get the opportunity to explain Biblical perspectives to a group of 20 students who are hungry for the truth, and who are tired of the predictable. I've had several opportunities to share my eccentricities and peculiarities with the world lately. Either through conversation or revelation, friends and strangers alike have learned interesting little facts about me that really help to define my unique nature.
So I decided to put them all into one post (at least all the ones I can think of), so everyone knows the same little details.
I tie my shoes with a 2-loop method. This is also called "Bunny Ears," I think. My mom taught it to me when I was little, and it seemed much more efficient for me than the 1-loop wraparound method. I've never switched.
I don't make sure my socks are on correctly. I don't care if the heel is pointed up or down or sideways. I just make sure that they're covering my feet.
I ate at an Indian restaurant today. They have a lunch buffet. I went alone. I didn't look at any of the names of anything, but I ate a small amount of everything on the buffet.
I don't know anything about his history, but I'd bet that Marco Polo's friends didn't call him Marco. Or Polo.
My son seems so much older now. And taller.
I "acquired" a copy of Rampage for the Wii. It's so fun. I've always loved that game.
I'm probably going to have to sacrifice my free phone upgrade for my wife. I'll be sticking with my Samsung i760 for two more years. That's fine, though, because I like it- and I don't want to be one of those people who keeps trying to get the newest, slickest, 8G phone. Since my first cell phone, I don't think I've ever been away from a computer for so long that I was in desperate need to go online from a phone. And in two years, every cell phone network will have reasonable unlimited web plans, and that's when we'll let go of our desktops forever. It'll be good timing.
Donald Miller had a great blog yesterday about how he's criticized as a leader of the emerging church. He made very clear that it's impossible to be a leader of something you know nothing about. But that's how people are, I guess. We label people that we are interested in with labels that fit us- to make them fit us. It's like when two people date for years, then break up, and immediately get engaged to 2 other people. They translate everything they experienced in the first relationship into the second- rather than starting fresh. I wonder how many of those relationships work...
Toy Story 3 made me cry. I was quite fine with the optimistic, unknown future of the Toy Story 2 ending. Why did they need to make one have a Cheers finale ending? And the movie was written with such a dark mood. It was a good movie, but not as part of the Toy Story series. My opinion, of course.
I miss writing random Sundays.
The evil infestation that first hit Owen on the way home from the beach, then Leslie and my sister the next day, and my mother the day after, has decided to make me the 5th victim. In the last 3 hours, it has shown up, attacked, and set up a fort inside my stomach. I have been left with no alternative but to sit very still and do very little. I hate doing this right now, because I'm so close to finishing a website- and I love when I get to the "so close" stage. But I need to be as motionless and effortless as possible.
Which is why this is going to be a very sweet, simple post.
Few movies really speak to me. As an Abstract Sequential, I support my identity and emotions with the movies I enjoy. "SLC Punk," "Pi," "Elizabethtown," have all played a major part in my life in this way. I now add "Helvetica" to the list.
It's a full length documentary about a typeface. But it's so much more than that... if you want it to be.
I can't explain the movie (at least not while I'm sick), so I would encourage you to just watch it and see if it makes underlying sense for you. In a nutshell, here's why it does for me:
Our expression in life is just as much about the context as it is about the negative space.
The parts of a room that I keep empty are just as much a message about who I am as the things I fill it with.
Our culture has let a font define us with its famiarity, simplicity, and absolute rules. And we do it with everything. Just look at the growth of facebook vs. the decline on myspace. It fits this perfectly. And oddly, they mention myspace at the end of the movie, but in an optimistic way, like, "We all want to express ourselves and be unique. this is a beautiful thing that the world wants." This movie was made before the tide had really turned.
Facebook is Helvetica.
When I stop puking, I'll explain why I prefer it.
My wife and I have been to Dave & Busters a few times since we've been together. The food isn't bad, and there are plenty of games to keep our interest. Leslie loves skeeball, and I like anything that rewards keen hand-eye coordination. The real interesting thing about us is that we like playing for tickets- but we don't like spending the tickets. We accept from the beginning that we won't ever have enough for a mountain bike or a portable DVD player. The only small thing that we would ever want is a Dave & Busters deck of cards (we collect decks of cards from places we've been- the same way some people collect shot glasses), and we got one of those on our first trip there. So we usually try to find some little kid who isn't doing very well at accumulating tickets, and we give them away. Once we had a child of our own, we started giving them to him.
I'm definitely not fishing for praise of selfless act; I'm just setting up a similar story.
My response to the story: "I need to blog about this."
At first, it seems really sweet. An older couple with no kids gives their prize away to a mom with munchkins. But, you know me- I'm going to analyze the crap out of this. This was my line of thinking:
- The claw machine takes money to play. You have to choose to spend money to play the game.
- You choose to play to win prizes that you can clearly see through the glass.
- Typically, only one or two items in the machine are positioned beneficially for being retrieved by the claw.
- You only get one shot at winning an item, and you choose which item you want to try for.
- Most people won't choose to play if the only well-positioned prizes are undesirable.
This couple is spending their money to consciously win a prize that they know they don't want.
My initial reaction is confusion: Why would they bother?
Then frustration: What's the deal with Americans wasting money?
Then hypocrisy: Leslie and I did the same thing at Dave and Busters. Why am I being critical of this couple?
Then guilt: We actually spent more on games than they did.
Then hunger: I could really go for a cheesesteak right now....
Then acceptance: Maybe it's okay to play for the sake of playing. After all, I proposed this once before with pop machines.
Then understanding:
In the end, a little kid is smiling over a free prize. A couple walked away happy. They played games together and enjoyed their time with each other.
One of the basic rules of business is that if both parties are happy, then a good deal has been made.
Good deal? Good deal.
I walked around to the back door to wait for Owen to come downstairs and watch TV. He was my best hope. He would wake up first and help himself to a slice of turkey and an episode of Spongebob. I stood on the step and stared into the window, and after a minute or two, I caught a glimpse of a dragonfly. It had just flown in to a spider web, and was struggling to get free- beating the wings that could still move. But I didn't walk away...
...I just changed the channel.
It dawned on me that I was, by hoping for a trap-n-wrap, cheering for the spider. That bothered me a little. Why wouldn't I instinctively want to help the dragonfly get free? I hadn't even seen a spider around. It's possible that he was gone, and this immobilized creature would die without ever being lunch for anything.
What it boiled down to was this: Do I interfere with nature?
Should I step in and give the prisoner freedom, or walk away and wash my hands of it? Bugs get stuck in webs all the time that I never see, so should anything really change just because I witness one? That question raises another: If I'm witnessing it, aren't I a part of nature in this instance? I believe I am. And what does a human bring to the table to change or affect a situation like this?
The ability to have compassion.
I can choose to be loving. We all can. We can sacrifice our own time and enjoyment to make something better for someone else. We were given the incredible gift of brains that can reason and decide. We can choose to love other creatures - even the little winged ones.
Our choice to perpetuate other lives is what we add to nature. Without that ability for compassion, we're just animals- helping only ourselves. Some readers will now argue that I'm taking food away from the spider- which will hinder in the perpetuation of his life. My response: It is possible to have compassion for someone and to still take things away from them. There will be other bugs that I won't see struggling. The spider will eat again. But if I have a chance to react in a situation to maintain a life, I should take it.
I cut him free, and he flew away.
A sinkhole can appear anywhere- almost instantly- and with very little warning.
A hole like this can grow unnoticed for years underground before the soft rock shelf holding the last remnants of earth finally erode away. When that happens, all it takes to make it cave in is enough weight to break the surface. It might take a few thousand pounds to breach this layer, or it could be as little as a hundred pounds (or less). So, in theory, anywhere you walk could instantly drop out from underneath you - and leave you plummeting into a 100-foot pit.
Not many people want to ponder that for too long. It's just not a pleasant thought. I imagine, though, that there are people who see this picture and pray that they never fall into a sinkhole.
And then there's Anna. I didn't know Anna. I didn't even become aware of her story until this week. While driving around Hillsboro, I happened to notice a similar sign placed in several yards. It wasn't a political sign, or a real estate sign. It simply said, "We are Anna's Army." I checked out their website, and discovered the whole situation. Anna spent her whole life fighting Cystic Fibrosis. Some moments were better than others. Sadly, she reached a point where the doctors sent her home to spend her final days on Earth. She passed away recently, but the support for her and her family is still very strong in the Hillsboro area- and beyond.
People out there are still praying for Anna.
People that never knew Anna are praying for Anna.
And I would bet that there are people out there praying for Anna that haven't heard the news of her passing yet.
What does that change? How does it affect? Are the prayers nullified because of a lack of information? Are the unknown things of this world not worth praying for? Does our God not surpass all matters, physcalities, and boundaries of space and time?
Taking all human limitations out of a scenario, our prayers are a lot more powerful- and true to their nature. Our prayers can be for things unseen, unspoken, not-fully-understood, or even for things in the past. It is very reasonable to pray for things that have already happened - like the comfort of a little girl in pain- or for things beyond what you can see and know, like for added strength in the limestone beneath your feet (or someone else's feet 2500 miles away). It's just a matter of seeing God outside of the walls you create for Him. That comes only as we strive to know Him more.
Prayer is a lot like a modem. A modem is in constant communication- even if you're not browsing or downloading anything. It's always either sending out packets or receiving them, or both. You don't sit down at your computer and turn a crank to charge up your modem to give you a connection for a few minutes. It's constantly working, so browsing a website happens very naturally for your computer. Our prayers should not just be petitions offered up in times of dispair or in greed. If our prayers are nothing but selfish requests during specific moments of need, we are limiting God. And we're missing the point of what prayer is meant to be.
"The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective."
Our modems have to be plugged in and working before we can download. If they are, it will come easily, naturally, and on a wider scale than we can fathom.
Click here to watch the Fox 19 story on Anna.
Sinkhole photo taken from Nachi.org
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