Saw The Last Samurai last night. It was just as idealized and melodramatic as I had expected, and there were way too many lingering shots of Tom Cruise’ face; but it was affecting all the same. I don’t know what it is; it seems like the older I get the more sniffly I get over heroic last stands and honorable deaths. I think there must be a place within every man’s (I can’t speak for women) heart that longs for the simplicity of a life lived by a simple code of honor and a good death in battle. Eventually I suppose that urge will get stamped out by natural selection as it becomes increasingly useless to the survival of the species.
Of course, nothing is ever as simple as it seems in the movies. I’m sure the Samurai had their share of domestic squabbles, petty politics, and morally ambigous decisions to make.
My self-assesment is going nowhere. Don’t expect any updates on that front in the near future.
I really ought to take that vacation I’ve been talking about. I find it so hard to push myself out of my ordinary routine though. The idea of trying to find things to do just seems like too much, well, work. But I don’t want to just lie around at home – that would be depressing.
Found out thirdhand my aunt and her longtime partner are planning on getting hitched just as soon as they legally can. I wasn’t invited, which makes me sad. I can understand her leaving out certain members of the family who have been less than supportive of her; but I’ve always enjoyed seeing them and been on good terms with them, so I thought. On the other hand, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen them. Guess I should have sent Christmas cards.
Now I’m wondering if my uncle in San Francisco and his partner are planning on tying the knot, and if so, if I’ll even hear about it.
The gay marriage debate, and particularly the assertions that I’ve seen in various quarters about the promiscuity of homosexuals, has caused me to reflect on my own experiences. My two primary models for the gay lifestyle, my aunt and uncle (on two different sides of the family) represent two of the stablest and apparently happiest long-term relationships I’ve seen. I don’t know if they are representative. Certainly I have heard of counter-examples from people who saw every one of their gay friends die of AIDS. I think that homosexuality and sex addiction must be considered seperately. The compulsion to have repetitive, loveless sex to the point of self-destruction is a tragedy whether the victim is gay or straight.