breathing room
May. 22nd, 2001 11:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intjonathanSo finally, a day off. Spent the morning having criminal amounts of fun playing Unreal Tournament in 32-bit color on my new Athlon... man that thing is fast, like Dodge Viper fast, fast all the time, fast in first, fast in fifth, fast everywhere. It's great! Finally a computer that can keep up with me..
After a brief interlude for lawn-mowing at the neighbors (they're moving away... it's trippy, ask me about it sometime if you aren't informed. See the comment link? yeah.), I left for Graham's for the studyage of the Biblio (as he would put it). Only now did I get home... bible study started at 4. But that's not all we did, no, some of us went to "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" afterwards - regarding which, James said "having seen 2 of the other 3 Oscar nominees I can now say that Gladiator shouldn't have won", which was good to hear because I need encouragement regarding that movie. Not too many other people I know have seen it. But it's a passion for me, something that will take me to another world and leave me outside the theater 2 hours later absolutely silent and awed and happy and wanting to stay. It's a movie so real and so honest that it's almost a healing experience to watch.
Regarding her new album, Bjork talks about how it sounds like the spaces we make for ourselves that are our own - blanket forts and tree houses, under the kitchen table - and how they are a place of comfort. "Hidden places" where we can really be happy alone. Well, "Crouching Tiger" is my Hidden Place. I feel strangely safe there.
Speaking of healing experiences, after the movie Cliff and Graham and I retired to Graham's room and ended up talking about our most-listened to albums in highschool. It was so, well, fun's not the word (too active), satisfying to talk about music and albums that really meant something to each of us personally. And they were so different, surprisingly so, everything from Possum Dixon to the Great Expectations soundtrack. But we had passion in our voices and good times on our minds. Things were good.
Which had me thinking, as I listened to Mogwai on the way home (god bless kexp), "Why don't we have the same passion during the actual bible study time?" And I thought I was right to wonder this. What struck me about the music was how much we enjoyed talking about it because we loved it deeply. Why do we have such a hard time talking about the bible? I mean, it's word from the One we are supposed to love supremely. Shouldn't our discussions of His love letters be even more passionate than our discussions on high school music? Perhaps a supernatural God lacks the immediacy and the literal voice for our angst. But ultimately He is more satisfying, and I think we're all old enough and have seen enough God to remember some immediacy and reality of Him.
Why is it we're so forgetful when it comes to God? I can remember melodies and events around hearing said melodies like they were last week. Ask me about what God was doing for me 3 years ago, I'd stare off and say "something I'm sure....", because I am sure, I just don't remember. I don't know why.
This is a strange matter, which may require meditation, Li Mu Bai style. Please, discuss.
After a brief interlude for lawn-mowing at the neighbors (they're moving away... it's trippy, ask me about it sometime if you aren't informed. See the comment link? yeah.), I left for Graham's for the studyage of the Biblio (as he would put it). Only now did I get home... bible study started at 4. But that's not all we did, no, some of us went to "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" afterwards - regarding which, James said "having seen 2 of the other 3 Oscar nominees I can now say that Gladiator shouldn't have won", which was good to hear because I need encouragement regarding that movie. Not too many other people I know have seen it. But it's a passion for me, something that will take me to another world and leave me outside the theater 2 hours later absolutely silent and awed and happy and wanting to stay. It's a movie so real and so honest that it's almost a healing experience to watch.
Regarding her new album, Bjork talks about how it sounds like the spaces we make for ourselves that are our own - blanket forts and tree houses, under the kitchen table - and how they are a place of comfort. "Hidden places" where we can really be happy alone. Well, "Crouching Tiger" is my Hidden Place. I feel strangely safe there.
Speaking of healing experiences, after the movie Cliff and Graham and I retired to Graham's room and ended up talking about our most-listened to albums in highschool. It was so, well, fun's not the word (too active), satisfying to talk about music and albums that really meant something to each of us personally. And they were so different, surprisingly so, everything from Possum Dixon to the Great Expectations soundtrack. But we had passion in our voices and good times on our minds. Things were good.
Which had me thinking, as I listened to Mogwai on the way home (god bless kexp), "Why don't we have the same passion during the actual bible study time?" And I thought I was right to wonder this. What struck me about the music was how much we enjoyed talking about it because we loved it deeply. Why do we have such a hard time talking about the bible? I mean, it's word from the One we are supposed to love supremely. Shouldn't our discussions of His love letters be even more passionate than our discussions on high school music? Perhaps a supernatural God lacks the immediacy and the literal voice for our angst. But ultimately He is more satisfying, and I think we're all old enough and have seen enough God to remember some immediacy and reality of Him.
Why is it we're so forgetful when it comes to God? I can remember melodies and events around hearing said melodies like they were last week. Ask me about what God was doing for me 3 years ago, I'd stare off and say "something I'm sure....", because I am sure, I just don't remember. I don't know why.
This is a strange matter, which may require meditation, Li Mu Bai style. Please, discuss.
