This caught my fancy today … which makes me think that I need to kick the crap out of my fancy. Anyway, here it goes …
For those of you that don't keep up on Ibero-American politics regularly (this includes me), here's an interesting piece in which Hugo Chavez chastises the former prime minister of Spain (in absentia) for being a fascist (translated: Hugo thinks anyone that has ever agreed with Bush is a fascist). The following video picks up as the current prime minister of Spain defends the former as an elected representative of Spain, and therefore should be respected as such. Watch as Hugo, the awkward uncle of the party, keeps talking after his mic is cut off. Toward the end of the video you'll see a third party leans into the picture and say "porque no te calla?" This third person is the king of Spain, Juan Carlos I, saying, "why don't you shut up?" Personally, I find this hilarious.
I got out of the house this evening by tagging along with some friends to see a movie. I really didn't care what movie it would be – any movie not watched on my laptop while under the influence of narcotic painkillers would do. I've felt quite cooped up recently, seeing as I've spent the bulk of my time in my bedroom or at school. A taste of freedom and spontaneity would be good for the soul. Now, I go to a school that prides itself on finding beauty in art and culture, including movies. This being the case, I have little fear that any of my classmates would ever lead me to the next "Howard the Duck," but in any case, I would not have really cared tonight. I was not disappointed in their choice.
Long story short, the film we saw ("Lars and the Real Girl" – click for trailer) was brilliant, beautiful, and surprisingly educational. It's about this guy (Lars) that has some issues (developmental, psychological, etc.). In a strange move (for everyone but Lars) he "meets [a girl] on the Internet" who he has delivered (yes, delivered) to his house. The "girl" turns out to be a life-sized doll that becomes a transitional object (thus entering the educational aspect of the movie) for him. His brother & sister-in-law, as well as their town, end up going along with Lars as his transitional object is utilized in his development. The movie is sad and depressing at times, but has beautiful themes of humor, hope, beauty, and love. It was actually quite helpful as I had to read two articles about object relations (including transitional objects) last week for class. Seeing this movie helped the articles make even more sense.
So, in short, if you have a bum knee and want to get out, tag along with some friends to watch "Lars and the Real Girl." Or, if you're mostly healthy and are willing to relinquish $7-9 to a high school student in a funny hat, then watch "Lars and the Real Girl." In either case (which should cover most everyone – who doesn't love emotionally awkward high schoolers, after all?), it comes with my recommendation.
A short update tonight:
I've been cut, drugged, and virtually mugged. On a positive note, I've gotten some great sleep over the past few days.
So for those of you who may be out of the loop (which may be many), I had knee surgery on Thursday of this, my first reading week at MHGS. In retrospect, this may not have been the best decision as I did not consider that though I'd be down for a few days due to the surgery, I'd also be on thought-inhibiting drugs during all of those days. This is a convenient way to procrastinate on an important paper, but it is ever becoming an annoyance as the due date is Monday.
In any case, the surgery was an apparent success. I'll know more after a yet to be scheduled follow up appointment. Both knees were affected by meniscal tears, and the left knee carried a small cyst (see the white below) that bothered me. No more. All gone. Good riddance.
I have been blessed by many people since going under the knife. Thanks to Catherine for keeping me company, preparing a few meals, and for worrying for me. Thanks to my parents for their parental concern and get well basket. And thanks to the guys in my house for helping out with so many odds and ends – from food to ice.
Click on either of these two photos to see the album of surgery pics. There are a few good ones of me in the operative get up getting my knees shaved. Good stuff!
One of my professors introduced me to Def Poetry Jams several weeks ago. Many thought-provoking and moving poems from the show can be seen through YouTube. Here are a few:
I found a link to this photo essay on Chernobyl a few months ago. It is absolutely moving.
I should be in bed, but I thought I'd accomplish one more thing that I've been meaning to do for a while. This week marked the end of my 7th week as a graduate student. It's seemed like so much longer than seven weeks. I've read more during this time than in any year of my undergrad, if not more. There's been a lot of good stuff to read … and then there's been Foucault. This short time has provided some of the most challenging moments of my life – and I say so without hyperbole. It's hard. If only it was the academic part that was the most challenging. Don't get me wrong, it's not undergrad work, but it still pales in comparison to the difficulty of deconstructing yourself – determining how you interact with people, think of yourself, think of others, and think of God. It is very challenging to look into your own heart looking for the brokenness and darkness … and to sit with it, hold it, and offer it to others around you. When you are laid bare before yourself and others, there is nothing behind which to hide. You see how little you love, how poor your faith is, and how you lack true hope. And you sit there humbled. But you're not alone – it would be a hell if this were not the case. These seven weeks have been but the start of a very painful, yet good, process.
I'm very much looking forward to this coming week – Reading Week. An undergrad fall break is replaced in grad school (at least this one) with a week to allow you to catch up on reading, work on term papers, and to read ahead (Lord willing) for the later half of the term. Into this whole mix I'm throwing a birthday party attendance, going to hear a top-notch theologian named Jürgen Moltmann speak, bilateral knee surgery (yep, both knees), going to hear Tony Campolo speak, and an apple picking adventure. Those are in order, so the attendance at the events after the knee surgery is questionable.
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