Jul. 12th, 2004

My parents came back yesterday from a bike tour with some friends.
The went to Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, for those of you who happen to know the German provinces. For those who don't: in that area there is absolutely nothing worth seeing. Plus, one of the friends usually starts looking out for a rest after about 30 minutes. Rest means trying to find some obscure village pub that serves wine. The towns - if you can call them by that name - they visited usually consisted of about 5 huts and a mansion. Most of these mansions were inbad shape. Some had been the hunting mansions of GDR politicians, so decorated in a style these guys liked. Think nazi architecture with the GDR coat of arms instead of swastikas, then you pretty much get the picture. Nothing remotely resembling any kind of culture in the area, not even intesting churches to look at, no museums, exhibitions or anything. The highlight of the weekend was watching eagles in their nest (with a camera tat is installed up there, of course).
My mom had a hard time to stay calm all these four days, to be polite and say all the things you're supposed to say.
Sometimes I wish we weren't forced to behave that way when interacting with other people. Of course, there is always the possibility of not interacting at all, but that is no option for my mom. Simply because she is married to my father and he wnts o go on these tours with his friends, and he wants her to come with him and he wants her to like it. Makes me regard the prospect of marrying very sceptically. At least if you are single you can chose whether you want to meet other people or not. The problem is that you might not have friends you are as close to as your partner. And the person you married or live with might actually be there in the middle of the night, when you feel lonely and sad and you can't really go and call up a friend.
Looks like you can't have all the good things at the same time.
It is strange how your perception of a movie can change.
Yesterday, I watched Air Force One with Gary Oldman and Harrison Ford. I had seen it before, a few years ago when it first came out. Then I thought it to be the typical American action movie, with the certain amount of patriotism American movies seem unable to be without.
This time, in the light of the current political situation, I regarded it in a totally new light. It was downright scary to see Harrison Ford as American president talk about that they are going to fight even outside of their own borders to defend their values, that they will not wait until they are attacked. Also, there were references to Saddam Hussein in the movie. It was all so strange and somewhat scary, as if whoever wrote the story had known what would happen.
I have read that Bush likes films like Saving Private Ryan and Black Hawk Down, I wonder if he likes this movie, too.
I tried in the end to figure out how many people died, but I couldn't come up with a number.
It still is an action movie, and not a bad one either, as far as I can judge that. But it also bears more meaning than it did when I first watched it.
Tell me is love[...]
still a popular suggestion
or merely an obsolete art
forgive me for asking
this simple question
I'm unfamiliar with his heart
I'm a stranger here myself

why is it wrong
to murmur I adore him
when it's shamefully obvious I do
does love embarrass him
or does it bore him
I'm only waiting for my cue
I'm a stranger here myself

I dream of a day
of a gay warm day
with his face between my hands

have I missed the path
have I gone astray
I ask and no one understands

Love me or leave me
that seems to be the question
I don't no the tactics to use
but if he should make
a personal suggestion
how could I possibly refuse
when I'm a stranger here myself

Please tell me tell a stranger
by curiosity goaded
is there really any danger
that love is now outmoded
I'm interested especially
in knowing why you waste it
true romance is so fleshly
with what have you replaced it
what is your latest foible
is gin rummy more exquisite
is skiing more enjoyable
for heaven's sake what is it

I can't believe
that love has lost it's glamour
that passion is really passé
if gender is just a word in grammar
how can I ever find my way
I'm a stranger here myself

How can he ignore
my available position
why these victorian views
you see here before you
a woman with a mission
I must discover
the key to his ignition
and then if he should make
a diplomatic proposition
how could I possibly refuse
I'm a stranger here myself

I'm a stranger here myself - Kurt Weil (One touch of Venus)

I guess it is the "if gender is just a term in grammar" part that made the song stick in my mind. Because that is what I often think about. Yeah, I know I'm weird. But hey, this is my journal. And if you don't like it, nobody forces you to read it.

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