The Imaginary Campsite
Jun. 26th, 2012 03:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueWent to see Moonrise Kingdom, and found it delightful and romantic and optimistic. Extremely Wes Anderson-y, but in the best way. I particularly liked the narrator, who reminded me a bit of me. And the girl, who reminded me a good deal of my friend Emily.
Lots of associations of this sort the last few days. There's mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer, which will always stand for my best friend Val. Watched Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (good; very briskly paced) and remembered long-forgotten conversations with my college girlfriend Raine. She was a LeCarre fan, but I never had (and still never have) read a spy novel - just lots of histories of spy operations. I should probably pick up some LeCarre at the library. I'd somehow forgotten the recommendation, probably because I confuse LeCarre with Ludlum, who strikes me as a bit pulpier than the authors I generally prefer. Or perhaps I should go straight to Graham Greene, since I like his plays.
I have such attachment to things, which I think is out of fashion. I think members of my social class are supposed to embrace minimalism and electronic media and own one perfect towel instead of a closet full of beaten up towels. But things are bound up with people and with times, and one doesn't have to be a hoarder to say so. I have a much easier time recalling an object than a face, and I don't think that indicates a disinterest in faces so much as a sensitivity to the ways they change over time and through feelings. Whereas the guitar I remember buying in McKinney as part of a series of days in McKinney remains for the most part identical to itself. Appropriately, Ciro pointed out that in my tumblr documentation of the items in my life, I inadvertently caught myself in one of the blueberries.
Lots of associations of this sort the last few days. There's mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer, which will always stand for my best friend Val. Watched Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (good; very briskly paced) and remembered long-forgotten conversations with my college girlfriend Raine. She was a LeCarre fan, but I never had (and still never have) read a spy novel - just lots of histories of spy operations. I should probably pick up some LeCarre at the library. I'd somehow forgotten the recommendation, probably because I confuse LeCarre with Ludlum, who strikes me as a bit pulpier than the authors I generally prefer. Or perhaps I should go straight to Graham Greene, since I like his plays.
I have such attachment to things, which I think is out of fashion. I think members of my social class are supposed to embrace minimalism and electronic media and own one perfect towel instead of a closet full of beaten up towels. But things are bound up with people and with times, and one doesn't have to be a hoarder to say so. I have a much easier time recalling an object than a face, and I don't think that indicates a disinterest in faces so much as a sensitivity to the ways they change over time and through feelings. Whereas the guitar I remember buying in McKinney as part of a series of days in McKinney remains for the most part identical to itself. Appropriately, Ciro pointed out that in my tumblr documentation of the items in my life, I inadvertently caught myself in one of the blueberries.
