Sunday, March 22, 2009

Something True

So give me something that is true.
Yes, give me something that is true.
Lord, give me something, 'cause this will not do.
-- The Band of Annuals


The show 'Battlestar Galactica' aired its finale last Friday, and ever since, people have been asking me what I thought about it.

And, though I am a writer and make my living by analyzing TV shows, I am finding it difficult to put my feelings into words. Or, at least, coherently. But here is an attempt, as poor as it is.

While it's sad to see a beloved and well-told story end, that is what all stories must do. And it's impossible to separate how a story ends, from how it began and what happened in between. I firmly believe 'BSG' must be evaluated not just by its finale, but in its totality. And from the first to the last, it was a tale that enthralled, challenged, provoked and moved me. It was a story that won't be forgotten.

One of the questions -- perhaps the question -- of the show was whether or not there is higher power ("god" or "gods") governing the universe. And while some fans and critics decried the finale as deux ex machina, I found it more ambiguous than that. What exactly is Kara Thrace or the "head" characters? Are they "angels" as we think of that word? Is there really a god(s)? And what is his/her role in relation to humanity?

What annoys me most about fans of certain shows is that they get caught up in needing answers. And if the answers don't all make sense and fit together perfectly, then the show is deemed stupid and made-up on the fly, thus rendering it worthless. But what I personally loved about 'BSG' is that it didn't give us all the answers. I'll never know what/who Starbuck was -- and that's more than fine by me. Perhaps, everything isn't knowable. Maybe all the questions shouldn't be answered. Life isn't a plot; it can't be tied up in a neat bow. And there's something beautiful and glorious and true about that.

Also this week, I had a chance to eat at a restaurant called Momofuku Ko. While finishing one of the very last dishes, I told my friend that it was as near to a religious experience as I could possibly have. (Read an account of the dinner on her blog.) And, just like with the end of 'BSG,' it's really hard to describe. Just like that moment you're standing on a cliff overlooking the sea, or fighting the wind on a mountain ridge, or walking through the glittering lights of a magnificent city, or hearing a song that resonates deep inside you.

Sometimes, intellect and reason and words are completely inadequate.

So, is there something greater? When you hit a trough in life, then good things happen afterward, is the universe or "god" or whatever making it up to you? Is it trying to give you a message? I don't know, maybe. Some people fall onto religion or faith, and I almost, sort of, kind of get that now. When you come across those moments that are so sublime, so beyond comprehension -- what do they mean? And how do you experience them again?

There's no answer, of course. And that is the truth.

6. Eat at Momofuku Ko

Sunday, March 15, 2009

The End ... or The Beginning?






15. Take the train to Montauk

Friday, March 13, 2009

Letters and Sodas

So, a friend of mine recently blogged about feeling sorry for Jennifer Aniston. We IMed about Miss A recently, and I posited the theory that she only ever got back together with John Mayer so that she had a man on her arm at the Oscars (you know, to "stick it" to Brangelina ... as much as that's possible when you're with John Mayer). And wouldn't you know? A decent amount of time after the ceremony and ... poof -- they're dunzo.

Her point was that, just a few short years ago, Jen was quoted as being deliriously, impossibly optimistic about her romantic future ("There's an amazing man that's wandering the streets right now who's the father of my children."). And now she's cynical and jaded ("Whoever said that every relationship has to last for ever? That’s hoping for too much.")

Anyway, we were discussing this mainly because I was in a bit of a funk (she also recommended many, many amazing songs for such situations). And it got me thinking about my romantic hopes and wishes. Many little girls dream about princes in shining armor riding in to save the day on their white horses. Then they grow up; they realize that's just a fantasy.

Still, what's the line between fantasy and knowing what you want? Sure, the prince thing isn't happening. But if I want something from my partner ... shouldn't I get it? Don't I deserve it? Was it really that stupid and naive for Jen to think there was a guy out there who'd love her, respect her, find her fascinating and want to make babies with her? Is the Jen who's given up on what she wanted any happier or better off?

The other week, I was having margaritas with my friend Jason. We were talking about whether we'd ever find anyone, if there was anyone "out there" for us. Maybe we were too picky, too idealistic. Maybe we need to accept that we'll never get we want. Maybe we should just settle. But ... I don't want to settle. I'd actually rather be alone than be with a John Mayer type to "show 'em."

Frankly, though, I don't think I'm asking for much: I want to be with someone who wants to be with me. Period. It's as simple and impossible as that.

As cynical and jaded as I may seem on the outside, I'm a romantic at heart. I'm still at that place where Jen #1 was. Who knows ... maybe in a few or dozen years, I'll turn into Jen #2. But even if I never find anyone, I hope that I'll always feel like I should get what I want -- and keep looking for it.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Spring Forward

Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here!

OK, maybe that's a little premature. But it was so nice out today; took a walk through Prospect Park. But tomorrow does bring Daylight Savings Time, which always felt like the start of spring to me.

So, one more item for the 30 List:
18. Fly a kite

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Snow Daze

Woke up this morning to a blanket of snow and missed those days in North Carolina when just a couple inches would shut everything down for the entire week. It would've been nice to snuggle up on the couch with a mug of hot cocoa. Even nicer to snuggle with somebody.

Anyway, some random thoughts on this snowy day:
  • Recently, I started updating my Twitter (or "tweeting") more regularly, and I'm trying to figure out a balance between it, this blog, Facebook and other forms of virtual communication. What to say here, or there, or anywhere.
  • Just watched the three-hour 'Bachelor' finale and I feel gross.
  • Most ridiculous thing I read all week: The NY Times' piece about Michelle Obama wearing sleeveless dresses. And this coming from someone who reads various gossip blogs near-daily.
  • Got to interview Helo from 'Battlestar Galactica'! And he was super nice (even if he called 45 minutes late.)
  • Being a former newspaperwoman myself, I'm saddened by the death of newspapers left and right (the Daily News might fold into the Inquirer? For shame)
  • Speaking of the newspaper world, 'The Wire' creator David Simon is awesome for demanding access to a public police document

And two additions to my 30 List:

16. Go crabbing
17. Cook or bake something new/untried at least twice a month