Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Melancholia

When Haruki asked me if I had ever seen a Lars Von Trier movie, I said 'no.' When he asked if I wanted to see a Lars Von Trier movie, I said 'yes.' After watching Melancholia, I will forever change those answers around. Watching is really the wrong word. Experiencing. Yes, like brain aneurysm. 

I can appreciate Melancholia. I can be awed by it. I can be moved by it, but I can't like it. The entire movie isn't about depression. The entire movie is about making you feel how a depressed person feels. It doesn't want to you to become depressed. It wants you to understand what it means to be depressed, what it feels like, and to accept the futility of trying to make a depressed person happy.

The first part (Justine) is an outsider's view of someone depressed. The second part (Claire) is an insider's view of someone depressed. To make you see this, Lars Von Trier crashes another planet into Earth.The planet is depression -- inescapable and inevitable, overwhelming and obvious, desperate and doomed.

We can't change the whole world, but we can change our little part of it.

Melancholia IMDB


the difference between
melancholy happiness
is seen in line two 

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Chelsea

Yesterday, soccer proved once again why it is the greatest sport on earth. Soccer is the sport most like life in all its glory and disappointment, excitement and waiting, opportunities and failures. In the end, like life, soccer is all about moments.

At its home stadium in Germany, Bayern Munich played Chelsea in the Champions League Final. They were heavily favored because, well, they were playing at home and Chelsea finished 6th (!) in their own league this year. Oh, and Bayern Munich is the better team and they played like it yesterday.

And they lost. Soccer is about moments. Life is about moments.

Bayern shot almost four times more than Chelsea (35-9). They both scored one goal.

Bayern had 20 corner kicks. Chelsea had 1. Chelsea scored on a header off their only corner kick.

Bayern made 3 of 6 penalty kicks (one in overtime and five in the shootout). Chelsea made 4 of 5 penalty kicks. Both teams missed their first penalty - the difference being, Bayern's first penalty would have ended the game. Chelsea's first penalty made no difference.

Didier Drogba tied the game for Chelsea with three minutes to go. He fouled Ribbery to give Bayern what should have been the winning penalty kick. He put in the final winning penalty kick in the shootout. In just over half an hour, he went from hero to villain back to hero.

We won't remember the foul. We will remember the goals.Those are the moments that will define his life. Those are the moments that define us all.

Champions League 2011-2012

the beautiful game
can be played across the earth
one ball, goals, and dreams

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Beginning

It started with a pen stroke. The idea of putting life on paper. The desire to record what happened, what is happening, what will happen. The simple act of writing, the complex art of creating. It will end with so much more.
A friend asked me the other day: if you had unlimited time, what would you do? I told her I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I want to learn and grow but that seems so selfish. I want to create and leave my mark on the world but that seems so arrogant.
So what will I do? 
I'm still young. Thirty still seems old. In a way, I do have all the time in the world. I guess I'll figure it out before it's too late. I hope.

 I think it's time to bring back poetry.

The middle matters
when every new beginning 
guarantees an end.