Not because I was balled up in the corner of my dark and damp basement with my eyes closed and ears plugged chanting la la la la la la la to drown out any possibility of hearing it until it was over.
No, I missed it because I mercifully went to see the almost Oscar-winning La La Land instead.
It wasn’t released to my local theater the first time around.
Been wanting to see it.
The almost wasn’t Oscar-winning Moonlighting wasn’t released here its first go-around either.
Still hasn’t been.
I do live in Southern Pennsyltucky, remember…
But if it, Moonlighting, ever does make it to my local theater on the wave of its Oscar win, chances are I still won’t go to see it.
For me, there are movies that are made to be seen in the theater publicly — big bold banging colorful gregarious gun-filled types, a la La La Land — and there are movies that are best watched in the privacy of ones home — ones without all the boom boom blasting effects and/or which might make me cry and/or reflect on myself as a person, a la Moonlighting.
La La Land is good, fun, modern-day family entertainment (there was one gratuitous F-bomb that I recall, no guns, no skin). Beautiful colors.
President Trump visited our nation’s newest national museum today and provided a few remarks afterwards, a video of which can be found below. I have not yet visited the museum so I spent some time learning a bit about it. I found several interesting videos that provide a narrative insight alongside a look inside the museum; however, I feel this non-narrative video accompanied with a groovy soundtrack from JUKEBOX DC speaks best to me about what the museum is all about, and what I look forward to seeing when visiting in person.
We all have our stereotypes, prejudices, and other indelible insensitive and less-than-helpful outlooks on life regardless how hard we might try to suppress them or convince ourselves otherwise. Often, these insensitive outlooks on life and our inability to suppress them put very heavy assumptive blinders around our thinking.
And narrowly-focused thinking can, while unintended, often lead us into insensitive and hurtful acts of behavior.
And its in this such context that I muse upon the “good old days…”
Back in the wonderful Nineties (Nirvana, 2Pac, The Matrix, Fight Club, etc…), I took a break from my normal Navy telecommunications gig to spend a few years in a special assignment as an Equal Opportunity Advisor.
Let’s just say becoming an EOA is not the typical choice of an extremely White and WASPy dude like myself; so, due to the lack of other white, WASPy dudes like myself enrolled at the institute, it was one of those rare times in my life where I was in both the racial and gender minority for any significant amount of time.
Ever since that cursed night when #youknowwho was elected, every time I see an image of the beautiful Lady Liberty with her torch held high shining her warm and welcoming light of liberty and freedom all throughout the land, I am now, sadly, always reminded of the song The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia.
I never knew what it was about, but when I was a kid that song used to give me the creeps. I had no idea of the concept of Cognitive Dissonence back then, but I sure felt it because whenever I heard the haunting song I could never get my head around the fact that the hilariously goofy Vickie Lawrence of the hilariously goofy Carol Burnett Show (ah, life seemed so much simpler then…) could sing something so spooky.
But she did. And now her spooky song is my earworm anthem to how I feel about the current state of things within this warped and nightmarish alternate reality I seem to be trapped in.
On a similar satisfactorily ironic note for me and certainly a shockingly cognitive dissonance note for the supporters of #youknowho and his Muslim ban, I’m happy to report that the beautiful Lady Liberty is a beautiful Muslim.