One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it is a dream. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless.
The tale is the map that is the territory.
You must remember this.
Neil Gaiman, American Gods
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA MOM-WATCH 2014
So a few weeks ago, my mom binge-watched Battlestar Galactica, and texted me continuously as she did. Some highlights that I feel compelled to share with the world:
“Why do they have whiteboards with markers from Staples?”
"It’s becoming more complicated now with almost everyone being robots."
"Why is Dr. Baltar so obviously creepy?"
“On TV and in movies people are knocked unconscious all the time, wake up and then start shooting people.”
"They are all drinking so much on a regular basis that they could never protect a fleet!"
HER: “Is [name redacted for spoilers] dead?! Is it the end of her character?”
ME: “Do you want me to answer that?”
HER: “Yes, but indirectly.”
ME: “I’m…not sure that’s possible.”
“Baltar has become one of my favorite characters at this point with his Jesus Christ hairstyle”
“What was the baby-faced Lee going to do as his new vocation?”
"Please tell me where the Cylons buy their jeans."
The mask fell off the city, and she saw it for what it really is—a caricature of infinity.
E.M. Forster, Howards End
As ever, the exact meaning of the songs are evasive, but their ascendant arcs readily cast them as underdog anthems for whatever great challenge you face.
A pretty apt review. I probably use New Pornographers music for more talk-yourself-into-it playlists than any other of my favorite bands. (Although contrary to what Bermin says here, Challengers is my personal No. 1 among their albums.)
Dead Poets Society
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
Any one of these women may be an asshole, but probably not all of them. That sounds unlikely. And moreover, it doesn’t matter: When somebody tells you their story, and your response is “Who the fuck do you think you are to tell a story,” the asshole is you.