"Just something from a film I like."
Fuck it all.
Mostly sunny today. Our high was 61˚F.
More work. I still don't feel like talking about any of it.
The afternoon's film was Prometheus (2012). I adore this film, but I also acknowledge it's imperfections. The greatest of these is not, as some people seem to think that scientists in the film do dumb shit. Scientists do insanely dumb – and often deadly – shit all the time. No, the worst of it is a thread about faith that runs through the entire film, that people can believe a thing because it is possible to "choose to believe" a thing. I cannot imagine any idea more ludicrous. When I was young, I was religious, but it was never a conscious choice. I followed the authority of adults who were believers who told me this was true. And as I grew older and began to ask questions and to doubt their authority, I became someone who believes what I can see, touch, measure, test, and so forth. But there was never a choice. Could I have chosen to remain where I'd been as a child? At best, I might have chosen to pretend I was still that faithful person. I cannot believe in anything because I want to. That is a loathsome idea. Belief is the product of experience, not faith. If you want to pick on Prometheus, start there.
Remember when I was on that big Death Cab for Cutie kick back about ten years or so ago? No? Well, I was. It's sort of embarrassing now. But they do have a few songs that still impress me.
No blinding light
Or tunnels to gates of white.
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
2:43 p.m.
Mostly sunny today. Our high was 61˚F.
More work. I still don't feel like talking about any of it.
The afternoon's film was Prometheus (2012). I adore this film, but I also acknowledge it's imperfections. The greatest of these is not, as some people seem to think that scientists in the film do dumb shit. Scientists do insanely dumb – and often deadly – shit all the time. No, the worst of it is a thread about faith that runs through the entire film, that people can believe a thing because it is possible to "choose to believe" a thing. I cannot imagine any idea more ludicrous. When I was young, I was religious, but it was never a conscious choice. I followed the authority of adults who were believers who told me this was true. And as I grew older and began to ask questions and to doubt their authority, I became someone who believes what I can see, touch, measure, test, and so forth. But there was never a choice. Could I have chosen to remain where I'd been as a child? At best, I might have chosen to pretend I was still that faithful person. I cannot believe in anything because I want to. That is a loathsome idea. Belief is the product of experience, not faith. If you want to pick on Prometheus, start there.
Remember when I was on that big Death Cab for Cutie kick back about ten years or so ago? No? Well, I was. It's sort of embarrassing now. But they do have a few songs that still impress me.
No blinding light
Or tunnels to gates of white.
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
2:43 p.m.