Personally, the last several days have been a time of excitement, of fascination, when ideas flood one's body, energizing it to the point of near paralysis. While ideas abound and time being scarce, perhaps it is opposite of writer's block. What you see in a typical blog is only a very small fraction of what I'd like to write about. If I could, I would write at least five longer blogs per week. My ultimate goal is to write full time. How? I'm not yet clear. In the meantime, let us write.
A couple days ago I came home to the Brazilian who was busy cooking some sort of stir-fry. All was going according to plan until the she asked me what I wanted to watch over dinner. My first thought was to go either Duck Tales, Gummi Bears, or He-Man; Smurfs, of course, are reserved for Saturday mornings for the next three or four years. Before I could decide, she said, "How about Star Wars V?" Bingo. This is why I married the Brazilian. Not only can she read minds, but she's got great taste in film. "Sure, what the heck," I responded. Actually, though, I momentarily forgot that Episode V was actually the second released installment, "The Empire Strikes Back"; this was strange because I'd trained myself at length to speak of them as episodes and not according to when each was released. I was actually hoping to see "Attack of the Clones," but no matter since any Star Wars is a good Star Wars. Of late, I've become fixated on Episodes II and III, which are now my favorites.
Even though I've always been a Star Wars addict, the interest has clearly instesified since last November when the Brazilian had her car accident. Thankfully, other than some persistent headaches, she came out fairly unscathed. The car, however, was killed. To console ourselves that weekend, I did what any other loving husband would do: I made a late night run to Wal-Mart and picked up all six Star Wars installments, for it was destined to be a wookie-filled weekend.
In truth, however, I had been in tune with the Force since last summer—albeit to a lesser extent. I had downloaded The Empire Theme one morning and thus began my work commute with it. Three minutes and two seconds later it was repeated. And three minutes and two seconds after that it was repeated again, three minutes and two seconds after that…and again, and again, again…again…again, until I pulled up to place of work, where I went from being a Scottish-accented, light saber-swinging Obi-Wan to performing my typical Mr. Anderson routing for the next eight hours. My mind was made as clear as the bright July morning, so thoroughly was the moment captured. Indeed, so logical was my drive, so ruthless, so ruthlessly logical, and so logically ruthless.
Although Episode III was already my favorite at that point, Episode II has since become my second favorite, followed by Episodes VI and V, with Episodes I and IV being a push, in that particular order. It could be because I find much in the two favored episodes that mirror the real world—whatever. They have a type of foreboding spirit—and for obvious reasons—that pervades both films.
Just yesterday, I downloaded five additional Episode III pieces, one of which is the much sought after "Anakin vs. Obi-Wan," which since then has fixated my mind on the Force to near schizo-proportions. All throughout the day as I looked through my monitor, I saw light sabers clashing, lava pits exploding, and Yoda duking it out with Palpatine as John Williams' piece danced in my head. When work finished I almost ran out to my car like some junkie needing a fix: back to a timeless world of Jedis and clones, heroes and tragedy, republics and empires, philosophy and mysticism, back to a place where the line between doubt and belief is razor thin.
Star Wars is a smorgasbord for the imaginative mind.
One last thing: I'd be glad to challenge anyone in a light saber duel, but all bets are off if I throw my back out, get low blood sugar or just tire out. In any event, I'm bound to kick some ass.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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wow, you really, really like Star Wars. But don't ask me to sit through more than the opening credits of them. Their lure escapes me.
Anyway, keep up the observations.
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