So it’s kind of difficult to drag a “dyed in the wool” Democrat Vegetarian (Aquarius) to a BBQ place for a meal. However, in keeping with Tuesday’s tradition, I’m thinking the title remains the same.
Tofu pork ribs:
I liked the comment about “pretend objectivity” – there’s passage in the introduction to my romance book that deals with my objectivity – or lack thereof. Instead of pretending to be objective, I pretend to be completely subjective; therefore, when some decent objectivity creeps into my work, it’s like a little bonus. No harm, no foul.
When the Muse is with me, when I’m in the zone, then I’m not thinking about marketing-speak, or the latest trends in advertising copy. I’m worrying my way through what a certain planet is doing to a particular sign. Very simple. Plus, I tend divorce myself from reality for the duration of the writing session. Some folks would wonder if I was ever really married to reality, but that’s different question, not germane to this point.
Reality can be so tedious. As far as I can tell, and this is just a personal concept, but journalism, good journalism, is packed with the writer’s experience. Instead of just reporting the facts, the experience as a whole is covered. Style, wit, plus, there’s always the observations that the writer chooses to record. Objective? My lily white backside.
Textured vegetable protein chopped brisket (with Rudy’s sauce):
(Rudy’s BBQ may be a chain, but the sauce is still some of the best.)
We stopped off at Vivo’s for dinner, a new spot to me, as I’ve pretty much avoid that end of town for a while. Good food. Excellent food. Perhaps the hot sauce alone was worth the trip, even if it was just a tad bit too salty. It did have that unique flavor that comes from, I believe, cumin.
Then it was movie time. Screen Door at Arts on Real. The first short film was, perhaps the most poignant, it was a Brazilian film about childhood. The juxtaposition of rich white girls with ballet classes, and tap classes, and talking about swimming and gymnastics versus the boys, about the same age, talking about work. Footage of boys at work, or playing soccer in the dust versus the girls at class, or strolling in the garden.
It was billed as a documentary, but the power was the message – and the way it was delivered. Pretty strong short work, but objective? Brown boys and white girls?
In bleak way, I was commenting on the gender differences whereas my Aquarius friend was commenting on the color differences, I never noticed the difference in hue, and she never noticed the gender point. Combine them together? Just what was the message?
A very powerful short film.
In some of the animation, too, there was another point, as the film cycled through the march of Western Civilization, but it didn’t stop where I’m accustomed to the stop. It went, in a few short frames, from Copernicus through the Renaissance, to Shakespeare, to Columbus, and then onto the guy who discovered Brazil. I always thought finding America was the end of the line. I suppose, then, I’m not objective. But I never claimed to be.
