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This is so bizarrely ironic because they act like they almost unanimously hold the sanctity of the couple above everything else -- the law, the well-being of a child, the threat of a pedophile running lose -- while they don't even hold life sacred. It's like they're automatically sympathetic with some concept that a couple has a right to be together or should be together, while simultaneously promoting and pushing policies and options to split apart the family. Where do they switch? It's like they're coldblooded romantics, or some equally oxymoronic term.
Check out Lila Rose's efforts and try to catch her and her lawyer on O'Reilly tomorrow:
http://www.cnsnews.com/Culture.asp
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| On a recent rock binge, I watched the full length music video for 30 Seconds to Mars' "From Yesterday." Now that's a very interesting 12 minutes, though Jared Leto's acting abilities are not spectacular. I enjoy music videos that aren't just shots of the band performing in some random simulated environment with various camera angles and lights accentuating the unoriginality of the video. The talent is out there -- I've always felt that music videos are just almost there, they've almost burst through this stupid artificial barrier that keeps them from being true works of art. Some, like "Sic Transit," were almost there. "From Yesterday" isn't quite there, either, but it's getting closer in a different way. Maybe someday, the money, the talent, and the vision will finally come together and revolutionize music videos.
Not really in anyone's Top 100 Changes You Hope to See in the Next 15 Years, but I would still appreciate it.
In other entertainment news, with a blatant rip off of Hitchcock's classic "Rear Window," Dreamworks introduces "Disturbia." The only reason I may find to consider this any more than a "Swimfan/Fatal Attraction" is Shia LaBeouf, whose acting abilities I very much respect.
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| How do all the people who can't type worth a crap exist in the very world that enables them to subject the rest of us to their incoherence? You'd think that their evident incapacity to involve their brains in typing would make it rather difficult for them to reconstruct their usernames, much less their passwords, with the necessary accuracy. Oh, the mysteries of life.
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| So many times now I've seen or heard musicians explaining why their music is serious, melancholy, or sad, saying that they write songs to express themselves and get out their emotions, and that when they're happy they don't need the musical outlet. In a way, this makes sense, but it seems to bring up more questions than it answers; it is not the end but the start of a discussion about the nature of art.
Here at college I find the question of the purpose of art coming up a lot. And I think this issue is tangential, but maybe when I've thought it through enough I'll find out that it's either the same question, or perhaps its mirror image.
Anyway. Is it just these particular artists that find themselves artistically inspired only by depression? If so, why is that? Does art inherently lend itself to melancholy relief? Or do other people find themselves just as inspired by joy? I think that joyful art is not perceived as as sincere as the sad. When people express themselves as happy, we all assume that they are ignoring the bad things about life. But why do we see pessimistic people as more in touch with deep things, true things, than those who plug into the joy? Surely the Joy and the Pain are two sides of the same coin and both equally permeate our lives. And as Christians, does it not behoove us to recognize the Pain, but embrace the Joy?
I don't know why sincere joy seems to be such a near oxymoron, or only reserved for people who have reason to be extremely joyful, i.e. have had some amazingly wonderful experience. Hasn't everyone a Reason, whether they choose to recognize Him or not? I wish that joyfulness did not have a stigma of naivete attached to it. A lot of this probably has to do with expressions of transient, insincere, or seemingly unfounded happiness.
That said, there is a catharsis from a Hamlet, "Fur Elise," or, in a lesser way, a good gothic/doom/symphonic metal song that I have never felt paralleled by anything else. Does melancholy run deeper into the human soul than joy? Are we more touched by sadness than happiness? Or just touched differently?
(In other news, Casey Stratton is pretty much amazing, though he does sing like a girl.)
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Miracle on 34th Street
By Maureen O'Hara, John Payne, Edmund Gwenn, Gene Lockhart, Natalie Wood, Porter Hall, William Frawley, Jerome Cowan, Philip Tonge, Alvin Greenman, Irene Shirley, Fran Lee, Marlene Lyden, Mae Marsh, Herbert Heyes, Jeff Corey, Jack Albertson, William Forrest, Anthony Sydes, Robert Lynn
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I'd never seen Miracle on 34th St before -- I really liked it. It's fun to watch all these old classic Christmas movies for the first time.
In other news, I've been missing new music inputs, what with the dearth of acceptable radio stations around here, so I was exceedingly pleased to discover Pandora (www.pandora.com) -- I've had rather good results with hearing stuff that I want to hear. Of course, I don't consider myself very hard to please in that area.
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