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Monday, March 10, 2014

Finding Meaning in Everything

(True Detective Spoilers come here)

One of the things I most hated in school was going through all the motifs and symbolism in books.  Really, Huckleberry Finn was really about Jesus?  I found so much of it very hard to believe, hard to imagine that these authors intentionally put all of the symbolism in there to clue us, students centuries later, in on what they were really talking about.

With last night's finale of True Detective, I find myself feeling the same way.  I spent hours reading about theories complete with screen grabs of totally non-accidental shots of Marty with a specific word behind him or whatever else only to find that it was exactly what it was presented as.  All those screen grabs, drawing out what were mere glimpses during episodes into solid images to be pondered, were meaningless; they were accidents.  Why can't we just enjoy things for what they are without having to search for Easter eggs in every scene and meaning in every shot?  Why must there always be some crazy symbolic stuff going on in the background, hinting to us that this story is about much more than what it appears to be on the surface?

This is a huge problem with the internet.  We analyze everything to death, so much so that it removes all meaning.  I can't enjoy watching a television show and find my own meaning in it because I am constantly reading the plethora of recaps and analyses available, analyses written by people with advanced degrees who are instead writing about television.  It was easier to believe that Mark Twain and William Shakespeare did this than it is to believe that the creators of television shows are, but I fell for it this time.  I eagerly gulped up all available information and even agreed with a lot of it only to find out that all the show's creator wanted to do was to perform an interesting character study and give us an entertaining show complete with fabulous cinematography in the process.  He wasn't trying to tell us something about ourselves, and he wasn't hiding little tidbits for us to find and analyze with impunity - our punishment is that we wasted our time and made what could have been an enjoyable watching experience into a frustrating and exasperating struggle to solve a puzzle, a puzzle that wasn't really a puzzle at all.  

This morning everyone is saying "That's it?" to a finale that gave us what any real nonfiction story offers - an ending, and some unanswered questions.  In some ways I wish Errol could have been like the villains in Scooby Doo or even arguably (not an argument I would undertake, for the record) good works of fiction like The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, offering answers to all the questions of "how?" and "why?" while preparing to kill the protagonists, but that wouldn't have been in keeping with the realism of the show.  That's not how things work.  Errol was certainly shown to be crazy enough that he probably didn't even know the answers to these questions himself, and any answers he could have offered us would have likely mimicked Ledoux's proclamations about black stars and dual suns in that they just gave rise to more questions.

(Spoilers end here)

Because of Daylight Savings Time, which is the absolute worst by the way because who the hell wants to wake up and drive to work while it's still dark out, I did not have enough time to take any outfit pictures this morning, or even brush my hair and throw together and outfit worth taking pictures of, so here's some pictures from the Rangers game I took my boyfriend to on Sunday.  We had a great time in the new Chase Bridge seats, suspended above the action giving us a perfect bird's eye view and making it surprisingly easy to follow the puck, and I wasn't even constantly reminded of the fact that we were suspended, making these seats and okay choice for someone similarly afraid of heights.

the view from our seats in section 314

It was really a great time, and I just wish going to games at the Garden wasn't prohibitively expensive (both in ticket price and cost of attendance... $10.25 for a Stella and $11.25 for a Stoli and club? Woof) because I would love to go to more games.  The energy at this game was great, probably because it was a Sunday so most people in attendance were real fans and not groups of guys using the company seats after work.  

The renovations at the Garden have really been great, the bridges were a perfect place to sit and the expanded food options were a much needed upgrade over the regular hot dogs-chicken strips-fries selection they've had since I was going as a little kid with my dad.  We both got seriously good burgers from Daily Burger and enjoyed the ability to order food and drinks to your seat via the Rangers app.  All in all a good outing, and definitely a good first meal of solid food since my tongue ulcer has (knock on wood) started healing!



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