It is foolish and childish, on the face of it, to affiliate ourselves with anything so insignificant and patently contrived and commercially exploitative as a professional sports team, and the amused superiority and icy scorn that the non-fan directs at the sports nut (I know this look—I know it by heart) is understandable and almost unanswerable. Almost. What is left out of this calculation, it seems to me, is the business of caring—caring deeply and passionately, really caring—which is a capacity or an emotion that has almost gone out of our lives. And so it seems possible that we have come to a time when it no longer matters so much what the caring is about, how frail or foolish is the object of that concern, as long as the feeling itself can be saved. Naïveté—the infantile and ignoble joy that sends a grown man or woman to dancing and shouting with joy in the middle of the night over the haphazardous flight of a distant ball—seems a small price to pay for such a gift.
Roger Angell, from “Agincourt and After” (1975)
I am watching Brick Mansions (set in Detroit) & for no apparent reason Brick Mansions doesn’t know where Detroit is?
What’s better: having the success and the acclaim right out of the gate with a film, or having more belated, though perhaps longer-lasting, respect?
Of course it would be awesome to have both; if you can’t get it straight away, it’s nice to have it a little later. But for me, the real epiphany came the first time I saw a proper movie play in America. When you watch movies in Britain, the reaction when people hate a movie is … they just politely get up and leave at the end. And when they love a movie … they just politely get up and leave at the end. You can’t tell whether they hated your movie or loved it. But when I was a student, I spent some time traveling in America on an exchange program. One day I went to see Arnold Schwarzenegger’s Total Recall play in Times Square on opening weekend, and it was a revelation for me. Remember that scene where Sharon Stone tries to kill Arnold, and he wrestles the gun off her, and she says, “You wouldn’t kill me, I’m your wife”? At that point, these two women beside me stood up and screamed at the screen, “Kill the bitch! Shoot her in the head!” And then when he goes, “Consideh dis a divooohce” and shoots her, the whole audience erupted! They were so happy! You literally couldn’t hear the next scene’s dialogue at all. I realized that that was the kind of movie that I wanted to make — popular entertainment. Now I watch all of my movies with an audience, and you know if you’ve done your job as a filmmaker when people cheer when they’re supposed to, when they laugh when they’re supposed to, when they have a great time.
Cicero, circa 43 BC (via amandaonwriting)
“Recency illusion is the belief or impression that something is of recent origin when it is in fact long-established.”
i love pulling out ancient quotes like this whenever someone starts complaining about This Generation and how we’re ruining the world
… but first… let me like a novel *edm music plays but with old instruments does that make sense?*(via mattzakgoldmanstacks)
Welllll, Obama acts like a dictator and the Roman Republic truly died 16 years after this quote.
In September of 1969, during the height of a heated mayo0ral election race in New York City which had attracted international publicity due to the failure of the Republican party to support its own incumbent mayoral candidate (John Lindsay), I carried out a simple survey in an attempt to discover the relative impact of sports as opposed to politics in America’s largest city. Standing in front of my hotel at Fifty-fourth and Lexington in the heart of downtown Manhatttan, I asked one question, without prompting or further explanation, to 150 people (men and women) who happened by, and then recorded their responses. The question was, “Who is going to win?” The results were as follows: thirteen, no relevant response; twenty-seven, Lindsay (for mayor); six, Proccacino (for mayor); one, Marchi (for mayor); 103, the Mets (for the world championship of professional baseball).
Sociology of Sport, Harry Edwards, 1973 (via nothingcoolallowedassociation)
It worth buying packs
Pay to win
Virtual card games making people (and kids) angry.