Perspective

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Perspecticus

Published July 25, 2017 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

This is the time of the year when I catch up on, well, everything.  I’m falling behind on my housekeeping, mostly because I don’t give a teeny tiny little rats behind, but I can still see the floor and find the cats fairly easily, so I’m ok.

I had breakfast with my dad (to celebrate my birthday, which was a month ago but the time, it do fly.) Our conversation drifted to the current state of affairs. (In the country, not in my life, and now that I mention it, why the hell is every third person so damn interested in my ability to trap Batman?)   We discussed the incredibly stream of stupid that exploded when I simply shared an article about the mania that is Trump’s America.   This lead us to the discussion that as a whole, we (society, not me, my dad and Batman-World’s Worst YA novel.) are missing the damn point of dystopia TV.

As the wise rabbi in World War Z says, most of the time, Zombies, doesn’t mean Zombies. (He also went on to say that sometimes it actually does mean Zombies, but that doesn’t serve my point. You see how quotes can be manipulated? Hmm?)  The point I was making with to my dad is that the point of The Walking Dead, at least by my extrapolation, is that in the face pandemic disaster, our politics are going to matter very little. If human kind is to survive we have to stop arguing about the collective stupidity that makes up current bi partisan politics.  Life is far too short to fight amongst ourselves, especially since it looks like the problem is going to be bigger than  Zombies.

To pursue that rabbit down another hole,  (What’s a metaphor? Sheep!)   I recall yet another episode of  The Walking Dead, (Let’s agree that I watch entirely too much television.) One of the denizens of one of the more advanced sub-societies of the post-Apocalyptic future/alternate universe, remarked that he listened to some music when he gets bored. One of the our protagonist group replies, “I can’t remember the last time I felt safe enough to be bored”

I know it seems a long way to go to get the point, but it’s all a matter of perspective.  Perspective is a word that gets bandied about a lot these days, as is mindfulness.   Mindfulness means fine tuning your perspective so that you are hyper aware of the moment to moment-ness of you life. Kind of like when your world is full of Zombies.

And we’re back.

 

I’ve always had problems with perspective

Published July 2, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

When I was in Grad School, one of my fellow victims was doing her research on the effect of  drawing lessons on a Early Education student’s overall perceptions of spacial relations.

I really wanted to be a participant in this project. Not as a teacher, but as a student.

I do not draw well and I have a legitimate problem discerning a straight line on a page without a point of reference.  You probably don’t want to know how hard it is to figure out how learn dance moves without mirroring the instructor.

It has always left me wondering how different my life would have been if I had learned perspective drawing when I was six.

There are many things that alter my perspective on a daily basis.

Yesterday I saw a woman who I am  now going to refer to as The High Priestess of the Hospital District.

Like any large city, my hometown has a fairly large homeless population, they are just spread out in various areas, so it is hard to discern their number.  I have been making it my business to be more aware of people in general, maybe to diffuse my internal rage by acknowledge that not every person on the planet is some sort of lying, self-serving sack of swill that is on the planet to harsh my mellow.

Six months ago, I apparently went insane and scheduled a bunch of appointments that I promptly forgot about, so now I’m dashing around trying to figure out when and where I have to be and why it is all at inconvenient times.

I was heading over to the hospital district and noticed that the city has added a new,exciting wrinkle to the always pleasant cruise down the steamy crowded drive by digging several giant ditches in what used to  be the far right lane. If you aren’t paying attention, you might actually drive your small car into them, where it would flip and you would lie turtle like until someone helps you. (This didn’t happen to me, but it is the kind of thing I might do. )

As I was steaming and fuming trying to get to this appointment I noticed a woman in a toga strolling down the street. It wasn’t a full toga, it was just a pristine white sheet draped artfully across her stomach and shoulders partially covering her bike shorts and sports bra.   She was also carrying several large handbags.

She seemed fairly content and showed no shame in her odd appearance. She looked like she was having a pretty good day.

I have to say it did alter my perspective. It did make me wish I could draw.

True View

Published May 3, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Before I got all weird and tangential  because Walgreen’s rattled my cage by giving me a number and some evidence that may be part of my verbal proof that I am slogging my way up through the various levels of hell. In fact I’m so sort of convinced that I don’t really want to re read the Inferno, just in case I recognize anyone. There’s plenty of weird in my world without going out and looking for them.

I have been thinking about women’s roles, those that we take on and those that are given to us.  There are so many places I could go with this, so I’m just going to wander through a few things before I begin the next tome: Rachel Lloyd’s Girls Like Us.  I’m not at all sure I’m on the right path. So I’ll just keep going.

Why roles? Why write about anything at all? As a theatre person and playwright and just hell of a nice gal, I’m very interested in the way perspective and perception changes the given truth.  (And now those words have lost all meaning.) From the basic perusal of the book, I am assuming it’s about human trafficking. Taking that basic assumption I’m going to watch a Netflix documentary that I think has a similar theme. (And not just because it makes me feel ever so smart. )

I’m taking a look at “After Porn Ends.” It’s not necessarily human trafficking, but it does speak to the same themes, playing a role for some gain. It takes a look at what former porn stars are doing out in the “real” world.  I have no idea how I feel about this.  Everyone has their reasons for doing what they do.

They say,” Sex industry, porn industry trap”  They become reality stars, real estate agents, cooks, gardeners, activists.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel sorry for them or . . .One of the women, Houston, was told at an early age that she could make money with her body. She went from  winning bikini contests to being a porn star. I do feel a little sorry for her and how she clearly doesn’t get that she is used, she seems very matter of fact about having a labiaplasty to make herself more attractive, she encased, “The trimmings” in Lucite and auctioned them off.

I just heard my brain say, “That’s it . I’m outta here.”

I’m not really sure where this will lead, but before my brain completely clicks off,  the point I am trying to pursue is creating a perspective before the research. But who knows. I don’t think I’m any closer to the truth, but I’m very close to the stupid (World’s worse tutoring program)

Sponsored by Sharon and Sarah

Published December 29, 2012 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I spent most of today rereading a book I don’t really remember reading in the first place, “Dreamland” by Sarah Dessen.

I’ve always enjoyed her books and I have read most of them so I got it on Ebook from the library to reread when my brain was too tired to process new information.

There is a quote from the book that made me pause

” It’s funny how someone’s perception of you can be formed without you even knowing it.”

It very neatly sums up thoughts I had when I finished reading “Annexed ” by Sharon Dogar

Annexed is the story behind The Diary of Anne Frank as told from Peter’s point of view.

Imagine if you will that billions of people worldwide have a perception of you based solely on another’s person’s thoughts and impressions of you over two years when you were not at all your best, to say the very least.

How do you comprehend a total stranger’s very being based on skewed ideas of what has happened around you?

My mind is boggled.

This is why I need crime drama and more TV.  My brain has a tendency to get me into trouble.  My neurons are shouting and racing around, a lot like my nieces who are in the other room playing Mario Kart.

They are making less noise than my own head.

 

Long road trip tomorrow.

I’m going to go bribe my brain with Ambien and an episode or two of silly animation.