[part one]

Moving things, or otherwise subjective facts that my mind has called attention to recently.

• I am a sucker for British period drama and film adaptations of the classics. Most of my friends either don't know that or don't understand the appeal. That said, I've really only met very few people that share the sentiment. Most are repulsed by their apparent tendency towards dry humour, slow storytelling and general boringness I suppose. I don't find it boring but I guess that's their excuse.

• I love catharsis. If there's anything that remotely mimics catharsis, there's a good chance I'll gravitate towards it or at the very least give it plus points on that imaginary scale with which I rate quality.
  


• One day I shall run a marathon and before that I shall run a half marathon. I'm really gonna start training for it soon, instead of just having a glorified picture in my head about what that would look like. Bah, humbug! I love exercise, but mostly I just think about exercise. Pretty pathetic, wouldn't you say?

• I got all teary eyed earlier when I watched CNN's Black in America presentation. Another post. Another day.

• On a side but related note, there's lots of social justice types of things that wrench my gut. I am completely ashamed of myself that I feel all that and yet do nothing or at least hardly ever get past fantasizing a solution. I'm not alone in this. But again, another post. Another day.
  


• I wonder why I habitually stay up late sometimes. It's like I've forgotten how to sleep without first being on the verge of passing out. (PS--Peter Wolf...not a big fan.)
  

• A soundtrack for when you're running and you're body's almost given up but you haven't reached the goal yet: Guster, Come Downstairs and Say Hello.

• [edit 03 Mar 09] I posted this video on youtube, but sadly there were some issues with the sound so people who find it there will not be able to hear it unless they do what my annotations say (even then it's not as good). Lucky for you, you've found this blog and so you get to see AND hear it in its best possible quality. Hope you like it. Another time when I'm legitimately awake, I'll probably write more about the inspiration thereof. That is if I remember.
  

the death of a classic, the circle of life and politics run-a-muck

I am so incredibly sad that Polaroid is calling it quits with the photos that made them a household name. It was one of those hallmark inventions of the 20th century, and now those retro white framed squares of instant memories are practically gone forever after this year.

...a moment of silence...
...R.I.P. Polaroid cameras and film...

Those of you who may stumble upon this and think, "what in the world is she talking about? Polaroid? what's that?" are also a strange novelty because it still blows my mind that you were born in the 90s or the 00s. (By way of a long aside, I doubt any of that latter category are old enough to be reading blogs online. But who knows? At the rate things are apt to change around here, I could be totally wrong. I will add, however, that I don't know that it brings me much comfort to know 3-9 year olds could be surfing the net on their own with who knows what they'll find in that void of information, both useful and a probable waste of time. Hah. So says the author of this blog.) So the cycle generally goes, all you children of the 90s. In ten years you, too, will look back and think "where in the world did all these kids come from who were born in the 00s? or the teens? Teens? Tens? 2010s? Is that what they'll call it, I wonder?

As usual I digress in my useless rants...

They are featuring a replacement with the advent of the Polaroid PoGo to pseudo-appease Polaroid mourners such as I. It features an instant photo printer that can be hooked up to most cell phones and digital cameras you can buy these days. But of course, it won't be the same. I suppose you get to see lots and lots of changes in the course of a lifetime. Somewhere in there I knew I would see this particular change eventually. I mean come on...less than a century ago there was predominant racial segregation in this country and now Obama is president. And whether or not you're part of his giant fan club, an unbiased citizen just looking for a turnaround in this economy, or Rush Limbaugh et. al., you gotta admit, it was historic to see a black president get elected. I'm not one to go oooh and ahhh over it, but I do fully realize that it's history-making. I can't say I'm too happy about some of his decisions concerning abortion. Grievously upset actually, but no one seems to be making any noise about it because everyone's too caught up in his historic lime light and the economy run-a-muck. What a mess we live in where there's only shades of grey and nothing is completely black or completely white anymore (were it ever)! I do pray alot for the man and respect him because for whatever reason "we the people" (at least as a populace) didn't just vote for him. God granted him presidency. Better to pray for him and his decisions than to sit and complain about every little thing or even just to gloat on all his great qualities.

On polaroid cameras, the end.

On political things, probably not.