Textual Revolution
I've had this nagging feeling lately.
In a state of wonder mixed with a cup of disbelief and a dash of bemusement, I think back to high school and contemplate how we got through without email and texting. Throw the web 2.0 evolution in there too: social networking, blogging, microblogging, wiki-ing...I would have loved to piss off my teachers by texting some inappropriate wise crack across the classroom! And think about all the head-nodding sleepiness that could have been alleviated by Twittering your way through social studies. It wakes you up!
There is a textual revolution happening and I wish I was in high school to really appreciate it. I could pop onto Facebook and poke my friends. All day long. I'd call it the hokey pokey and I'd turn myself around...
Yes my nagging feeling is just that: I should be in high school. It all became clear to me this morning when I remembered a very important scene from a very important movie—Rushmore:
MR. BLUME
Oh, I don't know. By the time you hit 45 you're been fucked over so many times you don't really care anymore.
MAX
I'm sorry to hear that.
Mr. Blume sighs deeply. He stares out the windshield.
MR. BLUME
What's the secret Max?
MAX
The secret?
MR. BLUME
Yeah. You look like you've got it all figured out.
MAX
(pause)
I don't know. I think you just gotta find something you love to do, then do it for the rest of your life.
(shrugs)
For me, it's going to Rushmore.
* * *
Watch out Mr. Orfie — I'm coming back to Pelham Memorial where I belong!
Thanks: Rushmore (c)1997 Wes Anderson and Owen Wilson, Touchstone Pictures
In a state of wonder mixed with a cup of disbelief and a dash of bemusement, I think back to high school and contemplate how we got through without email and texting. Throw the web 2.0 evolution in there too: social networking, blogging, microblogging, wiki-ing...I would have loved to piss off my teachers by texting some inappropriate wise crack across the classroom! And think about all the head-nodding sleepiness that could have been alleviated by Twittering your way through social studies. It wakes you up!
There is a textual revolution happening and I wish I was in high school to really appreciate it. I could pop onto Facebook and poke my friends. All day long. I'd call it the hokey pokey and I'd turn myself around...
Yes my nagging feeling is just that: I should be in high school. It all became clear to me this morning when I remembered a very important scene from a very important movie—Rushmore:
MR. BLUME
Oh, I don't know. By the time you hit 45 you're been fucked over so many times you don't really care anymore.
MAX
I'm sorry to hear that.
Mr. Blume sighs deeply. He stares out the windshield.
MR. BLUME
What's the secret Max?
MAX
The secret?
MR. BLUME
Yeah. You look like you've got it all figured out.
MAX
(pause)
I don't know. I think you just gotta find something you love to do, then do it for the rest of your life.
For me, it's going to Rushmore.
* * *
Watch out Mr. Orfie — I'm coming back to Pelham Memorial where I belong!
Thanks: Rushmore (c)1997 Wes Anderson and Owen Wilson, Touchstone Pictures
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