Monday, February 14, 2011

Seminudity, the return

So, only one friend actually requested more nudity, half-jokingly. But my lone reader has spoken.  I must abide.  I have nothing else to say about nudity. What would I have added to the great historical conversation anyway?  The long lineage of lingerie.... I merely wanted to cast my vote as "for" rather than "against."  In these topsy-turvy times I think it a duty to make one's points clear.  I am, and always have been, pro-nudity, both partial and full.  In fact, there have been times when I felt it should be mandatory.  In any girl shower scenes, for example, that calls for full nudity.  Pillow fights, partial.

I'm glad I've finally made myself clear on these distinctions.

Nothing really to say here today.  I picked my guitar up and played a few chords for the first time in quite a while.  My fingers began to hurt almost immediately .  I have lost my playing callouses.  It sounded nice though, the sound of the chords drifting through the apartment on this Valentine's Day morning.  I was going to sing a song for my wife, but her phone rang.  The "L" train is out of commission today, apparently.  Plans must be changed, people will arrive late, or not at all.  My fingers were saved for the time being.

My friend over at selavy made a good point yesterday.  He was telling a model that he was working with to not watch pornography because it will get you thinking about things and then you will want to do those things.  I think there's some truth in that, as well as its alternate.  If you watch movies and read books about people who strive to have dynamic lives then you also will want to live a dynamic life and you will begin to structure your life in such a way that it will begin to happen for you.

A few months ago, or perhaps a few weeks, he posted an excerpt from a book review that stated that nothing of any consequence could happen in this book because of the language that was used.  That for anything of consequence to occur in a work then the language must reflect that.  I will see if I can find the post, hold on..... no, I couldn't find it.  Anyway, it said that the language used by Flaubert in "Madame Bovary" is what gives the consequence itself dimension and importance.

I believe this to be true.  It is one of the reasons I don't play video games.  What little consequence there is to them, if any at all, is lost on me.  I work in a place where I listen to people discuss gaming from sometimes to all-of-the-time, it amazes me, the talk not the games. Could anything be less consequential, or of a manufactured nature?  Certain drug experiences maybe. They argue that at least they're participating with the game, which is preferable to just watching tv.  Even idly watching a sitcom involves receiving some small does of literature though.

If sports are where excellence meets insignificance then video games are where ordinariness meets the abyss.

Here is an image of a woman's shrouded vulva, with the reflection of a man talking on the phone in the back.

This work of art forever separates me from the gamers....

And another semi-nude woman tenderly staring down at the passer-by, notice the gentle look of sadness, the delicacy, the distance....

Isn't life both sad and beautiful, just like Avatar?