Been in kind of a funk lately, thus the lack of posts. Well, that, and I've been working on a top 5 albums list for the first half of 2008. Saw Man on Wire with Sterling tonight. On the way to the theater I expressed to him hopes that this movie would incite in me some kind of desire to take responsibility for my emotions. This led to a discussion on whether or not that is possible.
Seeing someone do the impossible with such a striking combination of passion and nonchalance made me squirm a little in my seat. Why don't more people live their lives like that? I can't seem to conquer even the most run-of-the-mill challenges. Shoot, I decided I want an office job on campus and need a resume to send out. I've been putting off writing this thing like it's an epitaph. How the hell are any of my dreams going to ever take shape?
So this french guy, Philippe Petit sneaks up to the top of the World Trade Center shortly after the towers are built, rigs a cable, and tightrope walks between the things. The highlight, for me, is watching the expression on his face turn from intense focus to a confident, youthful smile as he steps out on the wire and begins to dance. He is so comfortable out there, on the edge of the world. Maybe thats the way life is meant to be lived and he is just one of the few who have been able to figure that out. He pointed out that it was so American for everyone to want to know "why." "Why? There is no why."
My dreams (whatever that's supposed to refer to) aren't going to "take shape." Thats terrifying and liberating to realize. Here goes nothing.
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