Sunday, April 19, 2015

Cultural Events

New York City Baby
                I went to New York for the first time last year through Shepherd.  They did a day trip up to the city where they packed everyone on a bus at 4AM and we didn’t get back till the same time the next day.  It was one of the most exciting and tiring experiences of my life.  The whole time I was there, I kept asking myself why I had never done this before.  I realized I’m still in this mindset that I need adult supervision to do something cool.   Even when I went to New York I did so with the safety net of going with the school.  Well I swore to myself that I was going to be a big boy and do something on my own, so my friends and I planned a weekend trip to NYC for the beginning of this semester.
                The biggest concern we had about going to New York was expense and parking.  Luckily we found a way to combat both.  Instead of staying in a hotel, we stayed in a hostel on 101st and Broadway.  It was the nicest hostel I’ve ever been in.  As for parking, we parked at the Staten Island ferry for $20 and road the ferry in.
                The whole experience was awesome.  First, the TV in our room only picked up Chinese channels.  I spent most of the first night watching a Chinese rip off of America’s Got Talent.  It was the most mesmerizing entertainment I’ve ever witnessed.  Also, when you search Yelp for best
restaurants in Manhattan, the top 10 on the list are all five star restaurants, except for one.  Number 3 was a place called prosperity dumpling in China Town that gives you four fresh dumplings for a dollar.  Of course I had to go there.  It was awesome in every way.  First off, I got to experience China Town, which is an experience.  Then you stumble into this tiny shop with a small angry gentlemen who asks you what you want.  You tell him, hand him a dollar, and he makes it in front of you.  While in line, I was standing between an elderly Chinese woman and some Yuppie Wall Street broker in a $3,000 suit.  It was a true melting pot.
150 dead women
                I got to visit a lot of cool places, but there were two that I was really excited about.  The
first was the Triangle Fire Building right by Washington Square Park.  If you don’t know the storied history of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, I’ll indulge you.  Basically women were locked in the top floor of this factory and forced to work all day without breaks.  One day, a fire breaks out.  The women are locked in the building and 150 die either from fire or leaping from the windows.  It was one of the most important moments in the call for unions in the US.  The building today is I believe a chemistry lab for NYU.  There is a tiny plaque 10 feet in the air on one of the corners of the building.
                The second place I really enjoyed was the Museum of Natural History.  It was the only museum I was able to go to the few days I was in New York, simply because the last hour it’s open they don’t charge admission.  I was only able to spend about 45 minutes walking around, but it was really nice, a lot better than the one in DC.  I not only got see some groovy artifacts, but I got to visit one of the settings of a Ben Stiller comedy.

Inherent Vice
                About two years ago, Paul Thomas Anderson’s The Master came out.  It’s a dense film kind of about Scientology but mostly about two men struggling to find their place.  As a fan of P.T., I followed the film very closely, but was unable to see it until it came out on VOD.  The first time I watched it, I was blown away, but not necessarily in a good way.  I knew what I’d see was great, but I wasn’t sure I understood it.  As I’ve watched it, I have come to understand why I was blown away, and I now consider it one of my favorite films.
                Anderson did some pretty extensive publicity for the movie considering it was a pretty Inherent Vice, I went out and bought the first Pynchon book I could find which just so happened to be his first book V.  Reading V was one of the most interesting experiences I’d ever had.  I enjoyed it the whole way through, but I wouldn’t say I “got” it till I was close to the end.
small film.  One particular event he did was an hour long Q&A about the film.  It was recorded and posted on Youtube.  Watching this video was the first time I’d ever heard of Thomas Pynchon.  When it was announced that Anderson’s next film was going to be an adaptation of a Pynchon’s novel
                After reading V I was incredibly excited to seen Anderson’s interpretation of Inherent Vice.  I even bought the book but decided to wait until I’d seen the movie to read it.  I followed the films production and early screenings as much as I could, while trying to learn as little about the film as possible.  When it came out, it did not show at The Alamo in Winchester, which is the best theater I’ve ever been to.  I like it so much I almost exclusively go there.  My original intention was to wait until the Vice came to the Alamo in hopes that they would play it in 70mm, but after nearly two years of waiting I couldn’t control myself.
                I broke down and went with my friend to see it at the Regal in Fredrick.  I would like to go on record as saying that Regal theaters are the devil.  No, worse than the devil.  If I had to choose between going to a Turkish bath with Satan and attending a screening of my favorite movie in a Regal theater while being showered with money, I’d chill with Satan.
                Even though Regal BLOWS, I still enjoyed the movie.  Like the Master, I knew what I’d
seen was good, but I wasn’t sure why yet.  I saw it again a week later, and after mulling it over, I thoroughly enjoyed it.  Anderson did what many people thought was impossible.  He adapted a Pynchon novel.  Because it’s an adaptation of a Pynchon book, it’s a bit of a tough watch.  Pynchon uses subtle word play to cover up the absurdity of what he’s talking about.  A lot of time, I’ll find myself having to reread a passage before I get what he’s trying to say.  This type of dense writing is accepted in the literary community, but not so much in the film community.  People want the movie to make sense the first time around, which would have meant compromising the integrity of the Pynchon novel.
                I could go on for hours, so I’m going to stop myself.  Simply put, I was more excited for Inherent Vice than I was for any movie in my life, and I was not let down.  I plan on being the first person in line to buy the DVD when it comes out.

Deaf Basketball
                One of my friends it taking a sign language class, and occasionally the class will go to deaf events in order to practice their skills.  I tagged along on one of these trips because I had nothing better to do, and it would meet this requirement for class.
                I grew up in Hampshire County, West Virginia which is home to I believe the only deaf school in the state.  If not the state, then at least the panhandle.  I had a lot of interaction with deaf students during my time there.  The school for the deaf and blind is constantly having its budget cut, so it became cheaper to have some students attend classes at my high school.  I had classes with blind
and deaf students who would have a helper with them. 
                Before going to this game, I had never seen a deaf basketball game, but I had seen a deaf volleyball game at my school.  For the most part, it was similar.  Coaches were reliant on hand signals to call plays as well as drums that send vibrations through the floor.
                The strange thing about the whole event is that you would expect a deaf event to be quiet.  For instance you wouldn’t expect them to have announcers or play music over speakers, but they did.  For the most part, it seemed like the audience themselves weren’t deaf.  Many people knew sign language, but many people were able to speak as well.  Several players on the team had hearing aids, so I guess and the deaf teams weren’t all that deaf.
                Ultimately it wasn’t any kind of shocking or profound experience for me.  The only thing I was worried about was ordering something at the snack stand.  I made my friend come with me so she could sign to the concessions lady, but she ended up being able to hear.
  

The Strangled Darlings
The Strangled Darlings are probably one of the strangest bands I’ve ever seen.  It’s made up of two members George Veech and Jess Anderly.  George plays the mandolin and Jess plays a custom made electric cello that functions more as a bass guitar.
Electronic Cello
They classify their music as a cross between Americana Doom Pop and Indie Folk which is probably the best explanation of their music that can be given.  I saw them perform in Winchester at the Bright Box Theater.  A local girl from Harper’s Ferry opened up for them singing self-written country ballads and playing a barely filtered electric guitar.  What appeared to be a mute giant played a small
drum kit behind her.
When The Strangled Darlings took the stage, the first question I asked myself was, “Is that it?”  Seeing a man with a mandolin and a woman with some alien stringed instrument take the stage made me incredibly skeptical, but as soon as they started to play, that skepticism was washed away.  As I’ve said, it’s hard to describe their sound, so all I’ll say is it works.
Watching the two of them perform was mesmerizing, though there was little showmanship.  George moved around the stage in a way that was reminiscent of Talking Heads front man David Byrne.  Jess stood stoically as you’d expect as bass player to do, but I couldn’t stop watching as she plucked at her instrument.  In between songs, the two exchanged comedic non-sequiturs and talked about their experiences traveling the country in a Winnebago.
It was one of those “You had to be there,” experiences because, well, you had to be there.  IF you want a taste, check out this sweet vid

English Capstone Presentation
                As a disclaimer, I had intended to attend a lecture by Dr. Foulds about women in the Confederacy, but I spaced out and went to a Five Guys instead.  I realized about halfway through my burger that I was missing the lecture, which really bummed me out because Dr. Foulds is a great professor and it was going to be my last chance to see him lecture.  Luckily I was able to eat my sorrows away immediately.
                I attended the English Capstone presentations that were held in Reynolds hall.  I believe there were about eight presentations, but I had to leave after the fifth one to go to work.  I actually really enjoyed the presentations that I saw.  For some reason I went in thinking that it was going to be incredibly boring, but I had a swingin’ time. 
                I had a few friends that were presenting.  One presented some poetry she had written and the other presented a story they had adapted from a screenplay they wrote.  I had already talked to them about their projects, so I knew what to expect.  The other projects caught me pleasantly off guard.
                The one that I enjoyed the most was a guy who had written several Haikus for his capstone.  He first started by giving the history of the original Japanese art of Haiku and how it was adapted into English.  He spoke about how he had originally chosen to do haiku because it just seemed easy, but he quickly realized that because it’s such an abbreviated form, you have to pay extreme attention to what words you use.  You need to be able to convey a vivid thought with the least amount of words possible.

                I appreciate this simplicity in writing.  Whenever I write anything, it always comes out longwinded.  I greatly respect people who are able to write purely and simply because the amount of work it takes to reduce something to its most basic form without compromising any of the emotion it evokes is a profoundly difficult task.

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