A theme I have loved seeing picked up again in Star Wars lore since Rian Johnston’s The Last Jedi (cue haters) is this notion that lines of good and evil are per one’s perspective.
For one it’s tyranny. For another it’s law and order.
Darth Vader’s entire arc is this tension. What he did starting from a place of love became being one of the most iconic villains in pop culture.
Our greatest danger is the echo chamber of isolation and curation.
The power of the storytelling in Star Wars is in the emotional arc of characters journeying to a…
May the 4th be with you. It’s a saying you hear people say or see on social media feeds. It’s one you probably heard recently, given last Monday was May 4th.
Unless you’re part of Mark Hamill’s circle, then you also heard May the 5th, 6th, up to 9th.
I see her again. I see her every Thursday afternoon between French Conversation 2 and advanced journalism.
She usually sits at her table alone. Like a lot of the students do in the lounge.
I can’t gather up the courage to say hello. Instead, it’s just me in a constant inner dialogue with the critic and perfectionist.
It’s just a hello, yet I am averse to any sense of rejection. What if she finds it weird that I approached her? What if we hold nothing in common?
So I stay at my table. I keep my head in the textbook.
Gov. Brian Kemp of Georgia announced April 20 that the state would begin phases of reopening April 24 from a shelter-in-place order. News media copied, pasted and repasted the story ad hoc.
Reports circulated that, despite a shelter-in-place order through April 30, Mr. Kemp would reopen gyms, salons, body art studios — and bowling alleys. President Donald Trump, among others, criticized the governor. News media continued to copy, paste and repaste.
Transplanted residents of Atlanta received text messages from out-of-state friends and family members, which said
“Hope your governor isn’t being too ambitious….”
“I read that GA is opening back…
How in the world could they have made this a children’s song?
I remember saying this the first time I had come to learn the folklore meaning behind a song I’d danced to dozens and dozens of times. A song I’d in turn dance to with kids as a volunteer in summer programs.
A song that, with an arrogant snide, I considered beyond the progress of where we are today as a society.
I (we) were wrong.
There’s a tendency nowadays to not only have concepts of cultural superiority, but of generational superiority as well. It’s nothing new.
There’s something you should know. I’m part of that generation that’s into deconstructing the thinking patterns, power structures and unquestioned norms.
Blame it on generational sociology. Blame it on whichever scapegoat your camp prefers. But the apparent pattern of building, enjoying, questioning and undoing places mine in the latter most.
As one who grew up with a worldview influenced by an English-Puritan approach to American history, Manifest Destiny and a Reagan-like telling of a nation being a city on a hill — divorced from the Middle Eastern roots where such an image first arose — there is a healthy place…
The playground is the birthplace to some of my earliest memories of a common human experience known as arguments. Maybe yours was too?
You’ve been gathered by friends (or your toddler) to play a familiar game. Like tag, for instance.
No one necessarily recites the rules or pulls out a printed manual. Simply stating, “Let’s play tag,” brings with it a shared understanding.
Or, so one thinks.
If you were like me, half-way up the social ladder of elementary childhood classism, there was a good chance you’d wind up being chosen as “it.” …
Twenty-eighteen didn’t start like I imagined it would. Utterly alone.
It’s not that I have a problem with being alone, but it was the day that made being alone memorable, and life-changing. New Year’s Eve.
For nearly three decades, I had spent that holiday surrounded by family members and friends, dipping cheese and chocolate fondue, plopping pieces around board games and increasingly being not as impressed with the opportunity to stay up until midnight. Does anyone else remember when that felt like an incredible privilege and gift to see just what the world was up to past bedtime?
Walking through a Toys 'R' Us, I stopped beside the aisle my 12-year-old eyes could never turn away from. LEGO. And Star Wars at that.
My entire Christmas list was developed around the likelihood of what sets could be had based on what it appeared Santa *coughs* my parents were able to afford in previous years. Not to mention the assembled armies amassed between me and my brother. A collection that paid no mind to what trilogy each belonged. All that mattered was whether they were good or evil.
So, that Republic gunship made my list and the Imperial tie…
This time of year is magical, for quite a number of reasons. Just yesterday, Christmas carolers welcomed me with their joyful chorus as I grabbed peppermint mocha almondmilk creamer at a local Whole Foods. What’s not magical about that?
This year in particular, an upcoming film release adds to the magic. Star Wars.
Episode IX to be exact. The end of a saga. A film 40 years in the making. My childhood made complete.
So, like any avid SW fan, I’m rewatching each film leading up to the big debut — well, at least the highlight scenes that fast-forwarding makes…
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