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Aug. 24th, 2008 03:19 pmMooooovies: Vicky Cristina Barcelona -- this film was wonderful and said a lot of what I've been thinking but not writing about passion and how it plays out in life. Some people found the narrator annoying, but to me it helped make it feel like one of Woody's short stories, which I like. I did get annoyed with the constant Spanish guitar -- although after you leave the movie, it helps to have it as the soundtrack for your life for a while.
Pierrot le Fou: "First there was Greek civilization... then the Renaissance... now we're entering the Age of the Ass." The great thing about this movie is that it knows that since we all try to live in movies, we really shouldn't take them too seriously. (Which reminds me that I need to write a post about Vertigo one of these days.)
Also: Tell No One (not bad), Smart People (blech).
Books: John Edgar Wideman's Two Cities. I loved Wideman's Homewood trilogy and I wanted to see how he would connect Pittsburgh and Philadelphia as places. The book is good, but it's sort of like eating your vegetables; he puts pages and pages into expository dialogue, so that I end up reading the same paragraphs over and over again. They're good paragraphs, though, don't get me wrong.
Also, this week I've been reading (and writing) a ton for work, specifically educational philosophy and how it relates to history -- just inhaling the stuff. And I ran across something that I thought was memorable in discussions of how "empathy" is crucial to developing the historical sense.
"Talk of historians having sympathy for what they are studying... is in part an indication of what they do not do -- namely jump out of their accounts to show their audience how misguided, stupid, or wicked some way of doing things was. ... [T]he historian recognizes the appropriateness of the subjects' emotions, given their assumptions, [and is] more likely to be able to entertain their views." (P.J. Lee)
I don't know what it is in me, exactly, but over the past few years I've come to the conclusion: I don't judge. It's not that I don't think that there are right or wrong actions or decisions. It's just that, in general, when I hear a story, I try to give the benefit of the doubt, find explanations, etc. The older you get, the more you realize that in any given miserable situation in life, you may well have had the same luck and the same unenviable decisions that got someone into their misery. Very little of life consists of being smarter than anyone else. Being a parent and being a historian are about that same realization. It's just choices among options with very limited knowledge.
Conversely, I get extremely defensive when someone judges me, when someone wants to pin me to the wall with their characterization. I think of this as the "you made your bed, now lie in it" kind of thinking. There's such a fine line between being offered advice in a constructive way and being told that you're an idiot for being unable to help yourself, because you didn't think things through. OF COURSE I didn't think things through; how else do you think I got here?
My problem is that I can't help pressing the point too much. Everyone runs out of patience sooner or later. Even on LiveJournal.
Pierrot le Fou: "First there was Greek civilization... then the Renaissance... now we're entering the Age of the Ass." The great thing about this movie is that it knows that since we all try to live in movies, we really shouldn't take them too seriously. (Which reminds me that I need to write a post about Vertigo one of these days.)
Also: Tell No One (not bad), Smart People (blech).
Books: John Edgar Wideman's Two Cities. I loved Wideman's Homewood trilogy and I wanted to see how he would connect Pittsburgh and Philadelphia as places. The book is good, but it's sort of like eating your vegetables; he puts pages and pages into expository dialogue, so that I end up reading the same paragraphs over and over again. They're good paragraphs, though, don't get me wrong.
Also, this week I've been reading (and writing) a ton for work, specifically educational philosophy and how it relates to history -- just inhaling the stuff. And I ran across something that I thought was memorable in discussions of how "empathy" is crucial to developing the historical sense.
"Talk of historians having sympathy for what they are studying... is in part an indication of what they do not do -- namely jump out of their accounts to show their audience how misguided, stupid, or wicked some way of doing things was. ... [T]he historian recognizes the appropriateness of the subjects' emotions, given their assumptions, [and is] more likely to be able to entertain their views." (P.J. Lee)
I don't know what it is in me, exactly, but over the past few years I've come to the conclusion: I don't judge. It's not that I don't think that there are right or wrong actions or decisions. It's just that, in general, when I hear a story, I try to give the benefit of the doubt, find explanations, etc. The older you get, the more you realize that in any given miserable situation in life, you may well have had the same luck and the same unenviable decisions that got someone into their misery. Very little of life consists of being smarter than anyone else. Being a parent and being a historian are about that same realization. It's just choices among options with very limited knowledge.
Conversely, I get extremely defensive when someone judges me, when someone wants to pin me to the wall with their characterization. I think of this as the "you made your bed, now lie in it" kind of thinking. There's such a fine line between being offered advice in a constructive way and being told that you're an idiot for being unable to help yourself, because you didn't think things through. OF COURSE I didn't think things through; how else do you think I got here?
My problem is that I can't help pressing the point too much. Everyone runs out of patience sooner or later. Even on LiveJournal.
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Date: 2008-08-25 02:01 am (UTC)I wonder if I were to present said students with this historian quote so it was coming from someone besides me, maybe they would be more willing to give it a try.
Empathy
Date: 2008-08-25 02:01 am (UTC)Whatever
WHATEVER
WHAT
EVER
whatevs!
You know...
Date: 2008-08-25 02:10 am (UTC)Orrrrrrr... they should have gone on to the market and secured better terms through bargaining. You know, on the open market!!! But they didn't. They were lazy. People should be like me. I work HARD. It was hard work. But hey we play hard to. I am always sure to make it to Paris two or three times a year, and trips to the lake house of course...