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Jennifer Lawrence returned to the world of the Hunger Games and brought along another Lawrence (unrelated). The addition of Francis Lawrence to the film team as director is the catalyst for making this film a far brighter film than the first. As someone who generally finds the book to be far superior than the film, I for once had a hard time holding fast to that mentality. While far from perfect, Hunger Games 2.0 takes the character story to the place where I wish they’d gone from the start.

In my mind the Hunger Games is a love triangle built on the backdrop of a revolution story. The series focuses on the world of Panem, a post apocalyptic society composed of 13 districts responsible for the production of various things necessary to the continuation of life, and the Capitol district, the law making district where the aristocracy thrive. In the first book we meet Katniss Everdeen, a teen who volunteers to partake in the murderous hunger games in order to save her sister from having to participate. Now if you haven’t seen the first one, you shouldn’t be reading this. So, stop before I remind you that…

 

 

The first film ends with Katniss and Peeta (the other participant from her district) winning the games together. The second film completely evolves the first film by delving into the relationship between Katniss and Peeta as well as Katniss and her first love, Gale. This love triangle is core to the understanding of the character story and while being the source of the first movie, it was largely undervalued visually and in terms of story time by the first movie in exchange for more battle time on screen.

In the second film the screen time is spent developing the character relationships and wowing us with incredible makeup and costuming effects. So much of the story is told through the setting here that it mutes the need to say too much about the rebellion and even hunger games side of the story. What we see tells a world tale. What we hear is a wonderful love story.

Some Thoughts:

1. I’ve been meaning to put together some pieces for theMaricopan.com, a growing local blog that is more representative of life in this small city (or large town?) than anything else I’ve encountered so far. Soon, young padawans. Soon…

Playoff time in the fantasy world. This is the best season for it as there is a great deal of parity on both sides of the league. We’re not likely to see teams resting starters to prep for the playoffs. At this point the 5-7 New York Giants have a legitimate playoff chance and even a shot a winning the division (should they win out). Yep, its that kind of season, which means its going to be that kind of playoff battle in the fantasy world.

My team was solid through the first 6 weeks and then went 3-4 over the last seven. Our decline began when Vick stopped playing, but it didn’t end there. Now my crew is dangerously close to being knocked out of the first round–a possibility that rests entirely on the shoulders of the once-great Ray Rice. It is there I’ll begin my weekly pics.

MIN over BAL
Numbers don’t lie, and Rice’s numbers have been abysmal. The Ravens have become a one-dimensional team. Be it Rice or any one of the nameless backups, they simply cannot run. Minnesota runs just fine, which is where I believe the difference will be felt.

HOU over JAC
Not worth saying much here. Wack on Wack crime.

CIN over IND
This has direct playoff implications. I dumped the IND D recently, because of how the IND running game was playing. They’ve fixed some of those problems, but I am not convinced there is enough balance to slow the CIN D.

GB over ATL
Matt Flynn rides again.

CLE over NE
Surprise call here. I feel like CLE is a real sleeper team who can take advantage of mismatches through good coaching. If they can shut down Gronk, i’m saying there’s a chance.

OAK over NYJ
I saw what OAK did to DAL. Romo is much better than whoever the Jets end up putting back there.

DET over PHI
Philly is playing well, but the DET line is due for some serious sack time. Foles cracks easily once touched, and he will be touched quite a bit.

PIT over MIA
Another playoff implications game. PIT is coming on strong while MIA is, well, M.I.A.

BUF over TB
Wack Bowl II

WAS over KC
This is about the QB game. RGIII is looking to rebound big and he will.

DEN over TEN
After the last few passing efforts Manning ought to do a remake of ‘Say my name’

AZ over STL
a must win.

NYG over SD
Another MUST win.

SF over SEA
I like what I’m seeing from Seattle, but the SF passing game did look pretty last week. This will be close.

CAR over NO
CAR is the real deal all of a sudden.

CHI over DAL
DAL is not the real deal.

Some Thoughts:

1. They don’t make movies like Heat anymore. They could. They should. Haven’t seen anything like it.
2. I wear too many damn hats. Cramps this whole idea of identity, y’know?

I’ve been in a deeply introspective mood as of late. Call it a result of my brief hiatus from writing (I’ve been needling away at a fantasy novel, but I’ve written nothing for print since the Shadowrun Returns Anthology and Shadowrun 5 Sourcebook). Yesterday’s discussion  about relationships tipped me towards a deeper revelation about the connections between people and how we are all woven together. I coach a lot of sports and the joy of each of these pee-wee seasons are determined not by the quality of the players but the quality of the parents. Having just gotten hold of my three rosters for this season I’m excited to say it should be a great season. In truth, it may be the best I’ve had. I’m looking forward to working with the kids and forming tighter bonds with the parents.

This could be why I left NY in the first place. The opportunities for real interaction in a small town like Maricopa are so much greater than in NYC, even if it doesn’t always happen. At the same time the opportunity to have the space to close a door and slip away into the world of a writer is an equal draw.

I’m rambling, but I am also coming to grips with the idea that I need to share my words and whatever stories are living inside of me. Be it through conversation, blog, or story I have to let the words sing, because the alternative is to be swallowed by my own creations.

 

Some Thoughts:

1. The rampant commercialization of the Hunger Games films is gross. Seriously. Cover Girl has a ‘Capitol Collection.’ That aint right.
2. Life was so much simpler when all I had to worry about was if my girlfriend’s mom would let her out and if I finished my homework.

I can’t point to a specific TV show, movie, book, or video game, but somewhere along the line I became convinced that a happy life ought to include car chases and jumping out of planes. I built my early life around the theory that exciting is better. There were sports, and DJ gigs, and crazy parties. I watched a friend drive his car up the school steps. I got mugged for a quarter, mugged again for a skateboard, and shoplifted more candy than I care to remember. I made out with a perfect stranger on a Greyhound bus. I tipped a cow. I watched two friends battle for a girls hand and honor in a cornfield. I drove a car at 100 MPH from the passenger’s seat while the driver hung his butt out the window to moon everyone we zipped by. Every moment of it was exciting, but the best part was always after when I sat with friends and retold the story. Looking back on it, the telling wasn’t what made things great. It was the time with friends that mattered.

I make friends easily, but keeping them is another matter entirely. I tend to lack a filter, which is a problem in most social settings, and tell people exactly how I feel, which is a problem everywhere. The more I gain (and lose) friendships I’m struck by their importance in my life. It occurs to me now that it was always that way, and I always managed to have a handful of people who I was extremely close to (read: could tolerate me in manageable doses).

I’m at a point in my life where close local friendships are at the lowest number they’ve been, and it reminds me how important those things are to me. We deem to define ourselves by our talents and position but we are and always will be defined by my associations. I tend to live by my associations, meaning who I am around directly effects my quality of life. and right now, though the herd is thin, the herd is good.

Some Thoughts:

1. J.H. Whyman was smoking that PhillipK. Dick stuff when he came up with Almost Human. It plays like Blade Runner meets Fringe, and is slowly growing on me. Like I really need another show. On the other hand, it further proves that the world is ready for a Shadowrun TV show.

 

 

This is generally the best week of the season for me. The last week of class is a time to reflect on the awesomeness that transpired over the course of a semester and think ahead to what Machiavellian schemes may come in the next. This one is different. I’m witnessing a lot of change around the campus that points to ‘life as usual’ being completely over. For one, a co-worker who I care a great deal for is leaving and with her leaves the spirit of the center she leads. Between you, me, and the web, I have my doubts if it will ever be as good as it is with her leading the way. Her departure definitely leaves me questioning my own goals on campus. My number one priority is to reach students and make sure they walk out of my classroom better learners than when they walked in. This should be enough, but it never is. You can’t be just a teacher as a residential faculty member. You are always looked to for more. At the University level you’re looked to for publications and fund-raising. At the JuCo level you’re looked to for leading initiatives and showing involvement and engagement in everything set forth in your path. Of course that level of engagement diminishes the amount of time and effort you put towards any particular engagement, leading to weak production in all.

Maybe then I want to be remembered as the guy who did a few things really really well as opposed to the guy who did a whole lot but really didn’t do much of anything.

 

Some Thoughts:

1. Paul Walker is dead and perhaps with him the Fast and Furious franchise. At the heart of the series is the relationship between Walker and Diesel–best exemplified by the (relative) failure of the films that did not have one or the other. However, there is a silver lining here. The structure of the last film allowed for several main characters to be killed off in 7. I wondered how good of a film 7 could even be if we went into it knowing that the villain (Bad ass Jason Statham) wouldn’t really be allowed to off main characters. What threat could he be if all he does is ex out secondary characters? And what secondary characters at that? I mean, they brought in Rhonda Rousey to be the foil to Rodriguez, so I’m led to believe this is a crew on crew battle. That being said, now that Walker has passed, they need to find a way to have him pass in the film. This will require script changes, but it will ultimately raise the threat level of the villain and validate the whole film.

I shoulda found time to post earlier then i wouldn’t be battling the urge to pass out from a sick stomach and slapping away at the keyboard at the same time. Something very untoward is happening to my body. The ironic part is I was out with a bunch of folks i havent seen in a while and last time one of my lady friends fell ill after the meal. My turn.

 

of course that my be less ironi than painfully sad. Like my tummy…

I’m a New Yorker. It is in my blood, my soul, the way I move, the way I think, the way I believe I am supposed to be and achieve; and it is the pulse of who I am. Above all else, being a New Yorker is a responsibility in the same way that being a Texan is a responsibility and being an Arizonan is sometimes not.

I am a New Yorker out of New York, and that is a different flavor of responsibility entirely. When I lived in the city I thought very little of the America that existed outside of the tri-state area. I considered Chicago in brief. I called it a sister city–New York of the Midwest and a little brother to our Gotham. I walked around with the arrogant belief that I lived in the greatest city in the world. I’m still convinced NYC is the best. My travels prove it is the greatest city in the United States at least. However, now I’m a post-New Yorker. Now I keep running into all these folks from New York (Maricopa is crawling with New Yorkers), and I’m left to answer the questions of the city, the questions of why I left, and the biggest question: What do you do After New York?

You become a representative of what people believe that place to be.

I am a meme. Whereever I go I carry the weight of a city, a race, an ideal. It is a responsibility that we each bear, often without ever thinking about it. People judge each other based on their perceptions about the visual and verbal baggage that person brings into the first meet. I’m judged in one sense because I’m black, in another because of how I dress and what I do, and another still because of where I come from. Since I carry love and respect for that place and what it did for me, I try to live up to the standard that it set while I was there. Yet another thing easier said than done.

I am thankful for a great many things in this life. I am thankful that I’ve walked this world for nearly 14,000 nights. I am thankful for the web that allows me to reach out to friends long lost. I am thankful for friends (old and new) that I hold dear. I am thankful for Shadowrun, because it gave venue to my voice. I am thankful for having a voice at all. The more I move through life the more I am struck by those less fortunate than myself. What I have discovered, won, earned, fell into by luck, born into by luck–all of it is a gift.

I’m thankful for my cat. She deserves her own line here.

I’m less thankful for my dog. We noticed a spot of pee after the big rain and guessed that his usual fear of rain compelled him to pee on our rug. I pulled out the blacklight to inspect the damage and discovered it is far more extensive than I first imagined. Looking at a room under a blacklight after your dog has had his way with it is much like the TV version of walking into a murder scene. I felt like Dexter. I’m not thankful for that at all.

I’m thankful for the family that loves me and puts up with me. I’m a tough dude to deal with. I don’t have the heroic patience I once did as a twenty year old. Nor am I the person I intended to be when I developed that patience. Maybe I’m still trying to get there, maybe I’m trying to go another direction. One thing I know is that they’ve stuck by me. I’m definitely thankful for that.

I live for silver linings. I want to see the best in everything. It is my belief that everyone should. It is my belief that we should find something we are thankful for every day and even in the dark moments we should be able to seek out that sliver of light. Most of all, I’m thankful that I can still do that.

For those who don’t watch Breaking Bad, sorry you missed it. When I turn this idea in to the Pop Culture Association I hope they don’t mutter, ‘too late’. I am too late to catch the tidal wave that was Breaking Bad. In truth I’ll be watching the series finale on Thanksgiving and giving out a review the moment I can compose myself. However, I wanted to get this one thought down on the web before I find out what happens to Walter and my brain becomes consumed by that. I want to talk about the colors people wear. Breaking Bad is outstanding for more than just its dialogues and situations. The use of color to tell a story is a breakthrough that Vince Gilligan et al should be proud of for decades to come.

What they wear matters. From the first episode it is clear that certain characters are known by color. Jesse is the red of chaos. Skyler is the green of envy, Hank and his wife are the purple of royalty and pride, the Greymatter folks are the beige of wealth, and Walter, well he changes as the story goes on. I became obsessed with spotting these colors and defining what they meant almost as a way of foreshadowing and sometimes reflecting situations as they were happening. White and Blue are particularly interesting color themes   in Breaking Bad. White, it can be argued, is the absence of color–a clean slate. The protagonist, Walter White is essentially a clean slate at the beginning of the show. Likewise, this substance he creates is clear (clean slate) at the beginning of the show. Over time it begins to become tainted by his manipulations and he tainted by the power it creates. The meth becomes blue and the color blue becomes a dominant color on all the characters and items and locations benefiting from the meth.

I want to write more about this, but ten minutes only allows me to get this little bit down. Black is another hugely thematic color and a lot can be said about the way the characters layer colors and how those colors reflect allegiances throughout the seasons.

Some Thoughts:

1. I bought two wonderful cat toys thinking they’d entertain my cat for hours. The Yorkie wont stop playing with them.

Yellow cones lined the road to work. Spaced evenly apart they created a guiderail between the road I usually traveled and the one road workers meant to put me upon. At one point the cones parted to reveal a gap and a choice. I could stay the course or turn, taking my chances on a new path. From the comfort of my car I chose to remain upon the beaten path. When I finally reached my class I found that I’d stepped away from my tried and true path entirely.

I deal with student confrontation exactly as I dealt with client confrontation as a counselor. ‘What I’m hearing is’ and ‘How does that make you feel’ leap to my lips as readily as ‘hello’ or ‘have a nice day’. These language conventions insulate me from student rage as much as they help me stem my own tension from the behaviors I fail to fully comprehend. I hold on to them like a mantra until I don’t.

What did it was the derisive laughter.

We were talking about a film the students were creating as part of an integrated assignment between two separate courses. This particular student was not interested in working on the project at all, deeming to put it off until the due date. This annoyed her team and led to my, and my co-teacher’s intervention. That’s when it went bad. I pointed out that these films were supposed to be socially conscious and point to a heightened awareness of the social conditions under which we survive. I then reminded them that, in that context, a bullying film where the only black kid in the film is the bully could be seen as negative reinforcement. She laughed at the idea. Then she laughed at the idea of stereotyping, claiming we could then only cast the big white guy as a bully because that would not be stereotypical. I challenged that statement, claiming that too would be a stereotype and suggested that she be the bully. She laughed again and remarked that I might be over thinking stereotypes, because they don’t mean anything.

To suggest that playing into traditional stereotypes doesn’t matter—especially in a context where the media being created and studied is done so in a sociological context—is not only asinine but also dangerous. For a student to look me in the eyes and say, “Maybe you’re over thinking this.” Ignores a hundred years of history that someone from an insulated suburban Phoenix background would never need to consider if they had no intention of visiting that small strip of reality outside of the 480 the rest of us call modern civilization. I don’t forgive her stupidity, but I understand it. For her, creating a scenario about bullying where the larger black dude goes after the timid Caucasian-looking student isn’t a big deal. Why would it be? For all the access to understanding that some people have, it takes a willingness to work at being better and to hear some things that may surprise, frighten, and even dismay you in order to improve. Often it takes facing discrimination as the result of dangerous stereotypes in order to recognize their value. Clearly she doesn’t have the growth needed to get it. Or maybe its like I said before: Maybe she doesn’t have to care.

I should’ve and could’ve let it pass and been the guy who accepts there will be ignorance in the world that I can do nothing about. I didn’t do that. I didn’t stay the course and continue teaching as normal. I stopped and made it a big deal. To me, it was.

Some Thoughts:

1. Peyton Manning and Tom Brady are not great friends. They are great competitors and that is evident in the body language between the two in the post-game handshake. It’s just a handshake, but little things are deeply telling.
2.  Following a last-minute loss by the Giants to the Cowboys I must accept that Tony Romo is clutch. He beat a defense that abused him for the better part of the afternoon, and he did it knowing his post-season hopes hung on every throw. I can fault the Giants D a little (Thomas was playing soft zone in front of the TE in the endzone, which, considering the Safety help, wasn’t the best idea. He bit on a pump fake to no one and gave up a TD), but this was All-Day-Romo.
3. Seriously, I’m not staring at your boobs. I’ve become hyper aware of this phenomenon. The majority of time I look at a woman they immediately adjust their top to conceal cleavage. I’m making eye contact for peete’s sake. Perhaps it is because I’m taller and naturally looking down. No matter the reason, the assumption is generally false. I mean I’m still a man and sometimes a man looks, but I am also a gentleman who respects women enough not to drool over their cleavage.
4. Some people are terribly good at what they do with their lives. Some people clearly are not. Sadly, the ones who aren’t so good at their chosen lives are often the ones you can’t say a thing to.