My Tuesday nights for the rest of the semester are pretty much going to be characterized by watching my DVR-ed American Idol and going to be..9 hours of class'll do that to a person. I don't know what to do with Idol this season--what happens when you've watched a show for an hour only to have it be over and you don't feel like anything happened. 147 contestants and only 43 were let go..on top of the fact that we only saw snippets of maybe 30 auditions. Does anyone else find it odd and slightly off-putting that they refer to Jeremy/Michael whatever the hell his name is as the "Oil Rig Roughneck?" Nothing like saying this guy's blue collar and we have to emphasize it, since he doesn't fit our categorical norm of twenty year old, poster children for attractive America. And I find myself disgusted by the fact that this show puts up a front of wanting to find talent, then rewards shameless, self-promotion through sex appeal by letting bikini girl continue to be on this show?! Ok maybe she has the slight ability to sing, but I'm sorry I guarantee that every single person that auditions would sound better with music, but for some reason that excuse works for her?? If anyone else would've said that to Simon, he would have said "this is an audition, if you're only talented with music, than this competition isn't for you."
If anyone else watches House, did they think tonight had an underlying theme of atonement and punishment? Foreman feeling like he has to do something about his "sins" and that 13 was bearing the brunt of his error. There was just a little too much of a theological strain behind the entire storyline, and I'm sorry but when you've been dating someone for 2 weeks--someone you practically had to coerce into dating you--you don't put your entire career on the line for her. And paging the hair stylist on this show..Lisa Edelstein is gorgeous, why screw it up with Farrah bangs and hair that belongs in 1970?
So I've always read..since I was little I can remember reading..it's just what I do. I've finally started reading "Reading Lolita in Tehran"--a book I've been wanting to read for ages, and while it's taking forever to read it's proving well worth it. There's a depth that is hard to rattle off twenty pages without thinking, but some of what I read today got me thinking about how fiction affects our lives. We impose our reality upon what we're reading..trying to find relevance for our current context. 10 people can be reading the same book, but if they're at different places in their lives, it's going to be perceived differently by each of them. We read fiction to escape..yet we read fiction to find answers, to find connection, to find out if this author has figured out the answer to the questions we've been asking ourselves everyday. That's what these women/girls are doing. They're looking into Lolita's trapped world and imposing their reality in Iran upon the story. They see in her, they're own reality of having their identities stripped away, being made to conform to their captors impressions of how they should be, while all the while wanting to wear their yellow shirts and nail polish. We talked about the kind of same thing in systematics this afternoon. We impose our context upon scripture and religion in order to find meaning..but when we do that from an individual standpoint, don't we just end up having 10,000 different interpretations with no truth...when really that's the one thing we're all searching for when we turn to our scripture?
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