Anxiety Dreams and the Sweet Relief of Waking

There's just nothing better than having a really vivid anxiety dream wherein you totally get a DUI in front of lots of your friends.*

Because: then you get to wake up, and it wasn't real, it never happened, and your criminal record is still clean. The wave of pure sweet relief that washes over you is one of the best feelings ever.

Although, being mildly superstitious as I am, I did wait until after breakfast to tell you, The Internets, about my dream. Because of what my mom always said, which is that if you tell a dream before breakfast, it will come true. And that shit I don't need. Knock on wood.

Hey wow, I posted something! That wasn't so hard! Maybe I'll do it again sometime.


*And in the dream, I had only had like two beers. And then the brakes failed on the car, and when the cops came I was all "No, really, breathalyze me, I'm fine!" And then I blew like a 1.4, which I don't even know if I've ever been that drunk...and then....and then...yeah, I've got some anxiety in my life right now, can you tell? Say a little prayer for me, because this is going to be the worst Finals Fortnight EVER.

Netflix rolls onward: Dark Blue World

So it's not like I don't have anything to write about but my movie-watching adventures...I do, lots of things, but quite frankly I can't be fucked. It's way easier to just write about my reactions to movies. The movie I saw tonight was called Tmavomodrý Svět, i.e. Dark Blue World. It was about the Czechoslovak pilots in World War II who escaped from the German occupation and flew for the RAF, and how all of them who went home after the war were sent to forced-labor camps by the Communists. The movie itself...well, I enjoyed it, because pretty much anything that lets me hear Czech words and watch lovely Czech boys is ok by me. But as a film, it wasn't all that good. It could have been. It had all these good elements, and good acting, and Lord knows a good director and screenwriter. But it didn't come together. It seems like that happens in a lot of Czech movies...the same thing was true of Horem Padem, another lauded Czech film. As a slice of life, it was excellent. But it didn't end up anywhere. It all goes back to the Poetics...bad things happening to a good man out of all proportion doesn't bring you a catharsis. And likewise bad things happening to a bad man. There's a middle path where the catharsis lies, and no light can show it to you. But the artist finds it, and it's no virtue or skill of his own that does so.

Anyway. I liked the documentary about the movie better than the movie itself, maybe. It was mostly Jan and Zdeněk Svěrák talking about their movie, and about what they really wanted to say about the Czech RAF pilots. Jan and Zdeněk are the father-and-son team that did Kolya, which is at least Number 3 on my list of all-time favorite Czech movies, and high up on my list of favorite movies of any stripe. During this documentary, they talked about heroism and the reasons men are willing to fight and die for their countries, more openly than any Czech I've ever encountered. Jan said, If you ask someone now if he would fight for his country, he'll say, I don't know...perhaps, maybe. But if you asked him if he would fight for his brother, for his family, for his dog even, he would say Yes! Without question, yes! And Zdeněk Svěrák said, You see? It's because people have forgotten what the word "country" means...



So that's the news from Lake Drowning-In-Law-School this week. I'm now working on finding a place to stay and plane tickets to the CZ this summer, which is exciting. I'm also trying my damnedest to try to prepare for the Big Bad Thing that lies between me and this summer, aka Exams. Dear Lord, give me strength.

Anyway. That is all. For now.

This is totally about nothing

So yeah, the only thing I have to write about lately is the movies I've seen, the most recent of which was Wedding Crashers, on DVD at your local friendly Blockbuster. The movie was ok, although it was slight in the sense that it felt subjectively like it was about thirty minutes long. But then again, it had Vince Vaughn in it...ohhh, Vince Vaughn. Why must we hide from each other like this?

But anyways. It was ok, but only barely worth the five bucks. From now on, I swear I'll wait for Netflix to deliver a movie before I go out and rent one. But the thing is, the last movie (In the Bedroom) was so underwhelming that I lacked the gumption to put it back in the mailbox early Monday morning, which would have been necessary in order for the next film to have reached me in time for Friday night, i.e. now.

Then again, I have a concert to go to tomorrow night. The Minus 5. I've seen them once before, at the very beginning of junior year. They were opening for Wilco at the John Ford Theater, and it was the best or second best concert I've ever seen. Good memories, regardless. Oh, and plus Elf Power is opening for them....double good times.

And here I've typed an entire post while pretty much having to backspace every few characters. This courtesy of a beer-and-pizza party that the law school gave my section at lunch today; it was not well attended, so I got to gank more than a six-pack of Heineken and other. Hells yes.

In other news, I'm going to be a Maid of Honor, and I am so excited. On the other hand, I really have no idea what the hell a Maid of Honor is supposed to do. But it's cool. I'll figure it out somehow.