7.17.2009
Quantum of Solace
I am not commenting about the latest Bond movie which I found very disappointing after the great Casino Royale. I am talking about what that term means. Quantum of solace = a measurement of comfort.
I am a bit worn out and stressed out. I am coming to the end of my photography class with all of the pressures of the final. I am not sure if I will have a job past August. My home life is in a tense state of eggshell, tip-toeing (from both parties) peace.
I want a quantum of solace, a moment of zen, a time of peace. Maybe this weekend I will go to the top of Mt. Diablo (Mount Devil, my favorite local mountain) and leave behind some of my personal diablitos.
Some in my family and circle of friends would say I need to get back to church. I am fortunate to attend (sporadically) a very liberal and open church, but the light from my personal connection to faith is about as bright as a dimmer switch set at it's lowest point before the light is extinguished (ever notice how loud a light hums when it is barely on?). One person asked me if I am having crisis of faith. I would have to feel pretty worked up about something to feel like it is a "crisis." I am not feeling much of anything about it.
I need to recharge the potential energy of my passions. Without that, it is difficult to convert it to kinetic energy and do something. As of this moment, I want to sit back on one of the dunes in the photo below from Death Valley and just watch the rest of the world go by for awhile with out my needing to be part of its movement.
On a side note, I just read an interesting article about a movie called Zabriskie Point that was recently released on DVD. It was released by director Michelangelo Antonioni to much criticism in 1970. It has been put in many "worst movies ever" lists.
Zabriskie Point is a beautiful overlook in Death Valley National Park. A part of the movie takes place there. There is a sensual sex scene from it. It was very famous and scandalous and took place on the movie's namesakes location. It looks like it would have been fun to film and or act in the scene. Read the Slate article to learn more about it.
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That video is - literally - dirty! Talk about sand in your eyes...!
ReplyDeleteI think you should go to these places and spend quiet time alone. That's what I like about NOT being married - the solitude is awesome. It's not that you will find any answers - there aren't any - but you can refine and ponder the questions. It helps. Good luck with it. I've been there, done that. Hopefully not again, but who knows?
I like the photograph. Nice yawn. Z-Point was never one of my favorite flicks. Very disappointed in it. But that's me. Good luck with your angst. It comes and goes, even with regular maintenance.
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