Sunday, October 31, 2010
This has nothing to do with anything, but I was just thinking the other day about how everything must be in its proper season. Not just right time, right place, but right order, right waiting period. This led to thinking about how this applies to something as small as words; the same words, used differently, in a different context or a different order, have incredibly different meanings. I mean, saying that your shirts are laundered is a good thing, but saying your money is laundered lands you in prison. Think about it.....seriously. So, as hard as it is to be patient, I have to tell myself all the time: not just right time, right place, but right order, right amount of time spent waiting. Nothing earth-shattering, just difficult to adhere to for the long haul, I suppose.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
I have to admit that even as a kid, I wasn't so caught up in Halloween as far as the candy was concerned. My mom would make my sister and me these really great costumes, but other than that I could pretty much take it or leave it. What I loved, and still love, about Halloween is the atmoshpere; not the overly hyped, commericial horror movie kind of atmoshpere, but the atmosphere that revolves around the history of legends and tales. Ghost tales used to be original, now they're just....well, computer generated. I mean, who else remembers the first time they read The Tell Tale Heart or The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Just as it was tradition to watch The Snowman every year at Christmas we had to watch the 1958, Bing Crosby narrated Legend of Sleepy Hollow every year at Halloween. There was also this other cartoon, The Old Mill, produced in 1937 that also had a great eerie tone. (Even with all of the new technology now, the old-school stuff is still the best.) Its odd when you think about it, people are the only animals who enjoy being frightened. Go figure.
As a kid, Night on Bald Mountain freaked me out to no end. I adored Disney's Fantasia, but I would make my mom turn it off as soon as the first notes played. It was the same freaked-outedness that came in later years when hearing the first few notes of the theme song to Unsolved Mysteries. Sometimes you do wonder why some editor(s) thought this was a good idea for children......Obviously they didn't remember some of the disconcertingly vivid nightmares you can have as a child. (I was going to put up a clip from that one, but, honestly, I still find it too disturbing.....And think, some people wanted to ban Winnie the Pooh because he doesn't wear pants. Clearly they've never seen Night on Bald Mountain.)
As a kid, Night on Bald Mountain freaked me out to no end. I adored Disney's Fantasia, but I would make my mom turn it off as soon as the first notes played. It was the same freaked-outedness that came in later years when hearing the first few notes of the theme song to Unsolved Mysteries. Sometimes you do wonder why some editor(s) thought this was a good idea for children......Obviously they didn't remember some of the disconcertingly vivid nightmares you can have as a child. (I was going to put up a clip from that one, but, honestly, I still find it too disturbing.....And think, some people wanted to ban Winnie the Pooh because he doesn't wear pants. Clearly they've never seen Night on Bald Mountain.)
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