Sunday, January 31, 2010

Best Picture? Really? Best?

Last week I went to see Up in the Air.  I enjoyed it immensely.  I knew I would.  George Clooney.....sigh....handsome.....sigh.....!  But I liked the story as well.  Timely, didn't smack you in the face with obviousness, good acting and well, George Clooney.

Then, just to see if I could, I snuck into another movie as I was at one of those megaplexes with 14 theatres and I just couldn't help myself.  Two movies for the price of one!  So I went into the one movie I have declared to all my friends that i had no desire whatsoever to see.  Even if it won the Golden Globes for Best Picture.  Nope.  No desire.  So I did it.  I snuck in to see Avatar.  The theatre was so full that I had to sit in the 3rd row.  A sure overstimulation for the eyes and throbbing headache with a movie like that.  But I decided I'd leave if that began to happen or the movie was boring me to death.

Well I didn't leave except to run to the recycle bin for used plastic 3D glasses so I could fully appreciate the 3D effects of the movie.  But I should have.  Left that is.  While amazing and wondrous special effects are to be noted, the plot was a ridiculous rehash of countless stories told before.  The obvious one being 'Dances with Wolves' 20 years ago!  And the over the top stereotypical characters?  Come on people.  Really?  Do we need to see the muscle popping, gruff shouting, steroid hopped seargeant who lives for the kill again?  Give me 'Stripes' anytime over this one!  And poor Sigourney Weaver.  A great woman who has forever been cemented in our cinematic hearts as an Alien kick assing warrior.  But here?  The scientist with a heart of gold fighting for the natives?  Pulleeeease.

I could go on and on.  It just pained me to see this story played out yet again.  Don't tell me that if the special effects (again - kudos) weren't there that anyone would give this a second look.  So why people, why award this glop with a Best Picture.  What happened to unique and engaging plot?  What happened to nuanced story lines with a message that isn't shoved in your face.  Why do Americans go for shock and awe in their movie going choice when there are infinitely more beautiful and subtle stories to be entertained by?

Ughhhhh!  Avatar.  I just don't get it. 

One of my new fav blog authors is "Moments of Perfect Clarity".  Check out her take on Avatar:
http://julochka.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-how-you-sucked-let-me-count-ways.html


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Sunday, January 24, 2010

It's nothing personal

This overused statement does not make sense to me.  It's close cousins "this is business" and "It's not you it's me".... just as perplexing.  In the context they are used it is absolutely personal for the very obvious and simple fact that I, or the intended recipient, have invested time, emotion, feelings, vulnerability, intelligence and experience into whatever is now being assessed by another.

Your work, for instance, is what you bring your employer 40 hours of every week.  Although you often hear that what you do (your work) does not define you, in a sense it does exactly that.  My ability to do my work and do it well contains a certain sense of pride.  So if my work is not up to snuff then my ability, my experience, the effort I bring to it IS personal.  How can it not be?

Granted, I am a Gemini and we tend to take most things personal so I could be off on this.  And admittedly I have used "It's not you it's me".  If used with someone you care about then you don't want to rip their heart up because the relationship is not working.  And for me, it was partially true.  Half of the issue was with me!

So, even though last Thursday I was told by my employer that "it's nothing personal" I will chalk it up to just one more thing I do not agree with them.

I'm interested to hear others' perception on this.  Have you heard "It's not personal" lately.  How did you feel about it.  Did it help to hear that with whatever news was attached to it?  Or not?

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Multi-tasking vs. List Writing

Multi-tasking sucks and I'm tired of every damn job ad listing it as a must-have skill.  In the last year I have come to realize that I am not a multi-tasker.  I am a list-writer.  There is a difference.  Crossing items off my list (which is unnaturally exciting) means that you've done one thing.  One.  And now you can move on to the next or as I like to do, rest - relax or eat a treat and then move on to the next thing. 

When I am forced to multi-task (at work-every day-every moment of my 9 to 5) I get flummoxed and inevitably make mistakes.  Mistakes which are constantly thrown back in my face.  And to admit you are not good at multi-tasking is considered a real sign of inadequecy (in the corporate world).  This makes me as qualified and good at my current job as if I were to attempt to be a surgeon or astronaut or president of the United States.

Why has multi-tasking taken the lead over focusing and doing an excellent job one at a time?  I can understand why this could be a good thing for mothers to have and possibly the only way to stay sane and get through the day.  I am not a mother.  I have 2 cats that ignore me on a consistently daily basis. 

I'd like to start an Anti-Multi-Tasking movement.  Who will join me?  Courageous souls that can admit that doing more than one thing at a time just confuses the hell out of them.  Will you admit it?  I have and I feel so much better that I'm going to go relax now!

Monday, January 4, 2010

Snuggie - the downfall of society as we know it.

My friend gave me a snuggie for Christmas.  It is soft, easy to use, and works in all areas of the house.  It is my favorite gift ever.  It also causes severe un-productivity.  Four times in the last week I chose not to do what was on my to-do list because I was extremely comfortable in my snuggie and did not want to get out of it.  My friend Red, who gave me said snuggie, called me on several occasions and immediately told me to get out of the snuggie.  Of course I was actually in the snuggie when these calls occured but I had no intention of doing what she said.  Even the name of the damn thing sounds comfortable - snuggie - snuggle - warmth - comfort - addiction.  I now have to return to work tomorrow after 10 days of Snuggie filled comfort and joy.  I'm considering calling in sick due to potential snuggie withdrawal.  Or I could take my snuggie to work.  Hecklers be damned.