Oddly brain-dead today!!
I watched American Graffiti for the first time in decades last night, but I don't think that's why I am oddly brain-dead this morning... (for some reason, I am super tired today.)
One thing I discovered by watching that film last night, though, is that I know the words to every single song in that film because the songs all became really popular again when that movie wound up being a smash hit in 1973. So, even while the film is a nostalgic look at 1962, here in Marilyn's World of 2012, it is now also a nostalgic look at 1973 since all those popular songs from 1962 were popular once again in 1973, when I was 13 years old...
The age of 13 is perfect fodder for creating nostalgia, btw. Even if you didn't exactly appreciate being 13...
Aside from the fact that I phrased that thought really weirdly (not the thought about 13 being perfect fodder, but the thought above it), if you really consider it for a moment, don't you find that 1962 vs. 1973 thing really weird? In 1973, when I was 13, the era of 1962 seemed millions of years earlier. So it seemed like all those songs were from a million years before -- and not just 11 years, okay? And now here it is almost 40 years later, and I'm watching a nostalgic film about an era that was 50 years ago, and suddenly that 11 year span seems quite paltry indeed! It was almost as if the film had brought back songs that had been popular 5 minutes prior... but, as I said, at age 13, that time-perspective thing is seriously out of whack.
In fact, what brought all this on in my head last night, was looking at all these actors who later became very famous -- seeing them again when they were so young & unknown. Most of them have grey hair now, etc. And I thought, Wow, these actors are so old now -- I guess because this movie was made 40 years ago... Then of course I realized, Oh no!! I'm really old and grey now, too, because this movie was made 40 years ago!!
Ha ha ha. Life's really funny that way, isn't it, gang? It suddenly makes you really old...
One thing I enjoy thinking about is that "time-perspective thing" and how it changes as we get older. I love that shift in perspective: from "forever" to a "heartbeat." I like to think about historical events that seemed like ancient history when I was little, and see now that it hadn't really been that long a time between the event and my coming here. For instance, Hitler being dead only 15 years before I was born. When I was little, not only did it seem like Hitler had lived in some long ago century, but also on some other distant planet that was all in black & white. Now I can see that 15 years is really just a heartbeat ago. And, of course, Germany is a country that thrives in full color, here on planet Earth.
(You'll notice I tend to bring up Hitler a lot when I am talking about the nature of Time. I am basically a WWII fanatic, but only the European theater, not the Pacific one. When I was little, I was never afraid of "monsters" or that type of vague thing; I was in fact terrified of Nazis. I was afraid that Nazis were hiding in my closet and it was really, really terrifying to me. I would be so scared that I couldn't even speak or move. I would just lie in my bed in the dark, in my perfect little pink & white Ohio-American bedroom, frozen in complete terror, certain that there was a Nazi in my closet.)
Ain't girlhood grand, gang??
Okay, well, here it is: Saturday morning!! Sunny, gorgeous, peaceful, blissful!! And all I have to do today is ... Yes! Sit at my computer and work!! So I'm going to get crackin' on that. Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have something really fun planned for today. TGIS, right??? Okay. See ya!
One thing I discovered by watching that film last night, though, is that I know the words to every single song in that film because the songs all became really popular again when that movie wound up being a smash hit in 1973. So, even while the film is a nostalgic look at 1962, here in Marilyn's World of 2012, it is now also a nostalgic look at 1973 since all those popular songs from 1962 were popular once again in 1973, when I was 13 years old...
The age of 13 is perfect fodder for creating nostalgia, btw. Even if you didn't exactly appreciate being 13...
Aside from the fact that I phrased that thought really weirdly (not the thought about 13 being perfect fodder, but the thought above it), if you really consider it for a moment, don't you find that 1962 vs. 1973 thing really weird? In 1973, when I was 13, the era of 1962 seemed millions of years earlier. So it seemed like all those songs were from a million years before -- and not just 11 years, okay? And now here it is almost 40 years later, and I'm watching a nostalgic film about an era that was 50 years ago, and suddenly that 11 year span seems quite paltry indeed! It was almost as if the film had brought back songs that had been popular 5 minutes prior... but, as I said, at age 13, that time-perspective thing is seriously out of whack.
In fact, what brought all this on in my head last night, was looking at all these actors who later became very famous -- seeing them again when they were so young & unknown. Most of them have grey hair now, etc. And I thought, Wow, these actors are so old now -- I guess because this movie was made 40 years ago... Then of course I realized, Oh no!! I'm really old and grey now, too, because this movie was made 40 years ago!!
Ha ha ha. Life's really funny that way, isn't it, gang? It suddenly makes you really old...
One thing I enjoy thinking about is that "time-perspective thing" and how it changes as we get older. I love that shift in perspective: from "forever" to a "heartbeat." I like to think about historical events that seemed like ancient history when I was little, and see now that it hadn't really been that long a time between the event and my coming here. For instance, Hitler being dead only 15 years before I was born. When I was little, not only did it seem like Hitler had lived in some long ago century, but also on some other distant planet that was all in black & white. Now I can see that 15 years is really just a heartbeat ago. And, of course, Germany is a country that thrives in full color, here on planet Earth.
(You'll notice I tend to bring up Hitler a lot when I am talking about the nature of Time. I am basically a WWII fanatic, but only the European theater, not the Pacific one. When I was little, I was never afraid of "monsters" or that type of vague thing; I was in fact terrified of Nazis. I was afraid that Nazis were hiding in my closet and it was really, really terrifying to me. I would be so scared that I couldn't even speak or move. I would just lie in my bed in the dark, in my perfect little pink & white Ohio-American bedroom, frozen in complete terror, certain that there was a Nazi in my closet.)
Ain't girlhood grand, gang??
Okay, well, here it is: Saturday morning!! Sunny, gorgeous, peaceful, blissful!! And all I have to do today is ... Yes! Sit at my computer and work!! So I'm going to get crackin' on that. Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have something really fun planned for today. TGIS, right??? Okay. See ya!
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