It's late and I should be off the net and in bed. Or at the very least refilling the humidifier, which is getting low again. But feel restless...possibly a side-effect of the chocolate I ate. Must stop doing that.
Read two things on the net...that sparked thoughts. Deep or not, is not relevant.
1. First..a poem by Roz_K entitled
Complicity that I think does a wonderful job of describing that ambiguous feeling of guilt we all have when we enjoy something from a creator or source...that operates against our convictions or is against everything we believe. Recently I've been struggling to answer the question..."What are the main obstacles in living your convictions? What will you do differently because of this? If you could write the ideal way to live what would it say?" As I have been struggling with the enjoyment of cultural arts or products by those...who are the antithesis of those convictions.
( Read more... )2. In a recent scan of a review of the Angel S5 Episode - "Destiney", I hit upon one interesting tid-bit. "Angelus's jealousy. Angelus had decided Spike was his. And when Spike said he wanted to share with Drusilla, Angelus chose to take Drusilla from Spike." It threw the whole series into a new, and somewhat disturbing light, along with the character of Angel - who appears to be more emotionally invested in male relationships than one's with women or people who are not like Angel.
( Read more... )I don't know why of all the tv shows that I've watched, I find myself analyzing Whedon's Buffy and Angel the most and still. I wouldn't say they were necessarily the best written, they weren't. And I do have issues with both and their creator on all so many levels...and yet for some inexplicable reason those shows spoke and still speak to me in a way nothing else has, before or since. And I don't know why, nor am I certain I want to know why. I try not to think about it too much.
Sometimes I think, at least for me at any rate, that it's easier to discuss tv shows or books...than it is other things. Safer somehow.
It's late. I'm tired. Time for bed. Shower first. Humidifier second. I think.