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“Months...endless months...The crowd laughs with you always...but it will cry with you for only a day.”
I. You’re sworn to greatness, by yourself or others, and you occupy your good years chasing it. Sometimes your ideas register with others, but most of the time they don’t. The latter doesn’t matter as much to you, because you’ve got other things going. It’s the little things.
II. Years are silent in passing you by. You’ve got a family now, you don’t seem…
When Jane Craig expedites her keynote about the changing landscape of broadcast journalism--its budding puff pieces and star system intact--she is dismissed completely by a room of peers who could care more about the food that they would be eating after the lecture, than they possibly could about the line of work that they’re in. She’s condescending. She knows better, and she’s awfully right. Her words don’t fall completely on deaf ears, however, as they are lapped up, shallow though…
“I have to go home.”
“You are home.”
I have been lacking inspiration. I rewatched this film last weekend-it was on T.V. which was such a strange occurrence (I have never seen it on a movie channel before) so I decided to sit down and watch it from beginning to end. I remember the first time I watched this, and I think that it is so vital, at least to me, to account for the first time I watched a…
“It kills me when people talk about California hedonism. Anybody who talks about California hedonism has never spent a Christmas in Sacramento.”
I remember reading Joan Didion in my AP Language and Composition class my junior year, this year. The class read, “Los Angeles Notebook” and were asked to analyze it for rhetorical strategy. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but the only person who seemed to have a grasp on the purpose in the sheer whimsical nature…