(I totally got a Crysta doll for Christmas many years ago and had a very hard time trying to incorporate her with my Barbies because she neither looked like any of them and she was so small that she couldn’t wear any of their clothes except Skippers. Awk.)
I had seen the original Avatar no less than 16 times before 1993, which is when I decided to adopt Keiko the orca because another emotional environmental movie, Free Willy, had come out in theaters. When I saw the previews for James Cameron’s remake of my childhood classic, I got chills. Also, at the time, I didn’t realize how much Cameron would stick to the original story line.
FernGully was an animated musical, so it was interesting to see that Cameron decided to go with a “live” action rendition, which did not include Tim Curry singing about smoking. Zak Young, from the original, is an average guy just trying to make a buck in the forestry business while in “Avatar,” Jake Sully, another guy with a generic American name, is a crippled marine also just trying to make a buck. The stories follow Zak becoming a fairy while Sully becomes a “native.” FernGully and Pandora, the mystical lands, both glow and have magical floating seeds that also glow.
Predictably the main male character meets the girl character who is “hot.” She emotionally explains that the guy has hurt nature, then takes him to be introduced to the entire village that all live in a tree. The main character says there is nothing to worry about - meanwhile the entire civilization is doomed to be destroyed as a result of the male character’s work.
Then the female must teach the male the ways of her people - while her pre-existing love interest is annoyed, they go swimming, talk about how nature and the village are interconnected, ride on animals, walk around on light-up mushrooms, make out under the glowing sky. The female is showing off her knowledge of the sacred trees, right when it’s being destroyed. Chick finds out that guy knew about this the whole time, gets pissed, guy must prove himself to girl and entire village by saving the magical tree of life and everyone is happy again.
Plus or minus a few things here and there Avatar is FernGully. The story is the same, nothing new. If any one tells you that they loved the story of Avatar - they just want to love it. I wanted to love it, but I really can’t get over the story - how many movies can you really watch questioning the integrity of the human race? The storyline is stale - I’m over it. I will give James Cameron some credit. The effects were amazing. I have never wanted to fly around on a pterodactyl more in my entire life or jump on light-up mushrooms. But the story sucked. Sorry. Also I don’t really know how I feel about the “native sex-scene” – it was like Nala being DTF.
I’m sure this has already hit the tumblrverse but Danielle sent it to me and I just read it and it is amazing just like Mindy Kaling, who is completely fabu and pretty much describes my feelings on this topic perfectly, as she is wont to do.
Even though I know I shouldn’t, every semester I calculate what my GPA would be if I had dropped Chem 23 (aka done the sane and rational thing) my first semester. Even though there are any number of things that have affected my GPA since then (a good smattering of B’s, including a B- in French 104, which was NOT my favorite class ever) but this is the one thing I dwell on most.
Going into second semester senior year, it’s still 6 hundredths of a point. Not actually that much but the difference between above and below one number.
In the larger scheme of things I have a good GPA and the even larger scheme of things GPA DOESN’T ACTUALLY MATTER. I know these things. I’m not going to look back in ten years (or most likely even one year) and wish that I’d been above that magical 3.7 cut-off. But in the meantime, I’m having dreams where I go back in time and tell myself to WITHDRAW WOMAN while I still could, à la Marshall on HIMYM.
(Also, wouldn’t it be awesome to have one chance to retroactively drop? I think a lot of us would REALLY love that.)
1) I’ve been out of Durham for about 36 hours. Things I’ve realized that I have forgotten:
- My basic black/grey cardigans which were hanging on the back of my door.
- Bathing suits (sometimes I forget that I get to go home to Florida, slash have plans to spend New Years in Naples).
- My perfume (actually, I left this on purpose but realized quickly that I wish that I hadn’t, so you know, basically same thing).
- Enough sweaters (the rest of the world is cold too, not JUST North Carolina).
2) I love that I can feel totally at home at all of my lovely Duke friend’s post-grad apartments, just like I did when they lived at the Belmont. Also, it’s easier to be brave and adventurous with a car.
3) Saw Princess and the Frog. It was so, so good and made me love Disney and New Orleans.
4) Going to the High Museum for the early afternoon then baking with Megan the rest of the day. Hooray!
This simultaneously makes me kind of excited and horribly sad. On the one hand, I always love seeing these groups because they’re always so excited and full of anticipation and nerves and awkwardness. And wise old person that I am, I know that Duke can and hopefully will be even better than they could realize right now. And once upon a time that was us— that stuff from our own long wait to arrive on campus is still on the C/o 2010 group and the GA 2010 group, posterity preserved for our entertainment.
But the sadness is there too— I won’t get to Orient these punks! Tragedy. (Though, props to the half a dozen Boarders who have already joined the group, you stalk the crap out of those little froshlings.) And more than that— it’s the age old sentiment of being a little jealous that they’re just beginning, that they have so many decisions to make, so many things to learn, so many amazing experiences ahead of them, while I’ve had almost all of mine. We all have. Our college experience is what it is, a retroactive reality not an undetermined horizon of potential.
I wouldn’t give up any part of the past three and half years. My Duke experience is so linked to being a member of this class, the Class of 2010, I wouldn’t trade that for anything. But oh, that we could do it all again!
We’re all losing our minds a little bit in the library. Recent events include a discussion of porn, a really funny eprint prank courtesy of P.Bhat and B.Klein (baby Boarder extraordinaire), wishing on stars/birthdays/11:11 and lots of dirty/judgy looks from Brimmer who seems to think we should be working or something.
And it’s only 11:15! By 1AM we could all be high on E. And having a rave on the first floor of Perkins. That’d be cool.
“She was twenty then, four years younger than the niece whom, in obedience to her sister’s dying request, she set out to save from the family’s doom which Sutpen seemed bent on accomplishing, apparently by the process of marrying him.”—Deciding voluntarily to writing Faulkner is an early sign of insanity, a later one is starting to feel like sentences like this are completely comprehensible and kind of perfect. I will never feel bad for my lyrical, overly-complex writing style ever again.