Posts tagged with the category Jason Dias
Seeking a Friend for the End of the World: A Review
Just in case you value such things, spoiler alert. Although what I have to say shouldn't actually come as much of a surprise.
Seeking a Friend for the End of the World is an end-of-the-world movie in which the world actually ends.
There are actually a number of complicated love stories in this romantic comedy about the end of times. In the...
Black Lives Don't Matter—But They Should
They put up a community board, sort of a Facebook in meatspace. They started us off with some posters: Black Lives Matter proclaimed one, the heading over a portrait of Michael Brown. Black Lives Matter proclaimed a second, over 12 portraits in rows of four, columns of three, all people of color killed by police.
Most of the sentiment over the...
I recently took my son to see Selma. There was no school because of the weather, so it seemed like a history lesson was in order.
Oyelowo was brilliant as Martin Luther King, Jr.. A sensitive performance, nuanced. Fear in his eyes at just the right moment, to just the right degree. Not a film for the faint-hearted, at times brutal and shocking. My...
Worth Dying For
The world is changing.
If you want to survive in the modern world, you have to be leaner, sharper, colder. You have to cut back on love and empathy and focus more on the bottom line.
Don't get me wrong: I love your idealism. I just think you need to be more realistic. Look, so you've got this great mission and all, but look at it this way...
Blaming the Victim
I am in an abusive relationship. It's hard to spot. Nobody in my house is hitting anybody or neglecting anyone, or shouting, insulting, degrading. In fact, the abusive relationship does not involve my family at all, except as codependents.
What I'm addicted to is money, and my family can't live with me unless I have some. And the...
Never Bring Up Anything You Can't Put Back Down
Never bring up anything you can't put back down. --H. P. Lovecraft
The Sorcerer's Apprentice was, at one time, an animated chapter of the Disney film, Fantasia. Volumes have been written about the possible underground, unconscious meanings of the segment. As a reminder, Mickey Mouse, the titular character, uses magic to accomplish some...
The Cost of Poverty
It's quite expensive to be poor in the United States.
I was driving along a minor arterial in a poor part of town. I could tell it was poor because it was grimy and the buildings were old and poorly used. People used the sidewalks there, the sort of people who can't afford different outfits for work and home and are therefore dressed in...
The Cost of Activism/Self-Centered Activism
China, 2010. I’m in a hotel room with Mark Yang in Shanghai. I’m sleeping, he’s on the phone.
It the international existential humanistic conference, and I’m there as a speaker and listener prior to a few days detached to speak in Wuhan. Mark is my bunkmate to save costs. But he’s not just a speaker, but a combination...
What's With All the Slapping?
I was trying to find a story for a friend, a Zen koan about a master slapping his student. They were walking through a field and a flock of geese rose up, and the student commented how beautiful they were. Then the master slapped him, and he experienced a moment of satori. In that moment, he said, "They were always here!"
Dear Hollywood—or How To Pick A University
Birdman. Michael Keaton, some other people you might have heard of. The trailers make it look really interesting, the story of a washed-up superhero who was never more than second-rate being dragged out of retirement by popular demand.
That could be funny.
Only that has nothing whatsoever with the movie. It's really about a washed-up actor...
More Election Nonsense
After every election, we get to see the same sort of talk from otherwise reasonable people: our side won, and therefore this is a "mandate from the people," and "our side lost, so I'm looking for another country to which to expatriate myself." This time around, we also get a stream of little ironies—like the...
Burning Up Fast
EDITOR'S NOTE: This post was written a few weeks before Scooby Doo aka Escobar Durango's passing.
My dog is dying.
Right there in front of me, inch by inch at first and now yard by yard, my dog is dying.
He's 14 or 15, nobody can be sure because he came from the pound way back when. The pound named him Mick and I named him Scooby Doo...