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Feb. 3rd, 2005 | 01:26 pm
mood: blahblah
music: I'm in a lab and my iPod is not with me. :-(

Movie update:

#12. The Gay Divorcee: Watched January 30, 2005. Classic Fred and Ginger, and the first film in which they starred together. Predictable in plot, witty in dialogue and as always great songs. The film's real highlight was the dance sequence for "The Continental" which while a bit lengthy used the black and white film-medium to the fullest extent of its potential, featuring couples in black and couples in white and couples who were half and half. While the dancing by the individuals was good, the spectacular things about the scene were the patterns made in contrast. Somehow technicolor doesn't get quite the same effect, as if there is something really unifying about the black and white film medium that turns formations from a group of people doing the same steps into a bigger picture, an animated tableau where overarching form is visible over elements.

This was a result of movie night on Sunday... which nearly didn't happen. Fortunately, I am handy with a needle and thread, allowing movie night to serve an ulterior motive of my guest. I personally was quite pleased that it happened as had it actually been cancelled, it would have been the third evening in a row for which my plans had been cancelled. Which, while I am quite capable of entertaining myself and making alternate plans and so on is not really what I want to do EVERY night. Too many of those in a row could make a girl really insecure.

But on the positive side, I did have plans for three weekend nights in a row. Which means I am really starting to build a life for myself here, which is a big deal. I never used to worry about moving places -- I didn't feel attatched to people or a place the way I did to New York. Perhaps it was because I was friendly with people in high school, but I didn't have the sort of deep friendships that I formed in college, really. Some of those friendships were high school friendships that grew closer, but even those I remember as college friendships because they were built around college, the growing-up, life-defining period that we all went through together. Not that we're fully grown-defined human beings now, any of us, as life in general is a process of learning and changing... but there is something about those four years that mark a transition from kid to adult, something that makes one's whole worldview change and I feel that the bonds formed there are of a kind that had not been made before nor are likely to be made again. Those deep interpersonal attachments that I'd previously only had with family made leaving New York tremendously difficult, because I went from having a support network and strong group of friends to essentially knowing no one. Even now I crave connectedness, which I don't so much have; I miss those friends who would meet me for coffee in the middle of the night, who would give me a hug because they would see I needed one. But I have people in my life now that I hang out with regularly, social interactions that go beyond chit chat before and after class. Which is the start of making myself believe that Berkeley is home.

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shallwedance_

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from: shallwedance_
date: Feb. 7th, 2005 10:24 am (UTC)
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Glad to be of service. I never had those college friendships of which you write (well, I had one, but we won't speak of it), so it's nice to start again here.

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