Author: Frank

During my tumultuous days of high school, I watched The Breakfast Club in theaters.  As you might expect, the film spoke to me in ways that many other films did not.  They deliciously juxtaposed the characters in the library and allowed them to grow closer over the course of a day.  I could not help but to identify a little with each of them but probably most with Brian Johnson, the geek played by Anthony Michael Hall.  The film ages well and continues to be exceptional.  If you haven’t, you should absolutely watch it.

However, I’ll focus on two scenes that talk about the topic of virginity.  The first scene is a long discussion on whether Brian remains a virgin; to which Claire eventually asserts that, “I think it’s okay for a guy to be a virgin.”  This puts that debate to rest.  The second scene is where Claire’s virginity comes into question, and the only options are:  prude, slut, or tease.  To where she finally admits that she has yet to do it.  The scenes are far enough apart so that you may gloss over the double standard between men and women.

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On an especially lazy day in Florida, I peer up at the partly cloudy sky.  Most of the visible sky shines blue with only the occasional patch of clouds.  Like most people who observe the cloud formations, I eventually see different shapes that resemble real-life objects.  The monochromatic shapes metamorphosize from one object to the next.  They aren’t the actual objects, of course.  The clouds are merely collections of humidity suspended in the atmosphere.  Their resemblance to any real object is merely a coincidence.

However, our minds fool us.  We desperately impose order in shapes that occur strictly randomly.  If you should see a woman’s face or an AT-AT Walker in a cloud formation, it merely reflects what currently occupies your mind.  The objects that we see have no correlation to real life.  If anything, what you perceive reflects your mind, not the image that you gaze upon.

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On an otherwise ordinary day, I respond to a Facebook thread about a Marvel movie, Eternals.  It’s not from a group that I would normally subscribe, the reason why it shows up on my timeline is because a friend responded to it.  Having been burned by others’ opinions about movies, I typically try not to listen to articles and reviews on films.  That said, I saw enough clips of this film to know who stars in it, and later heard observations about how it has the most diverse cast in a superhero movie.  Although I had yet to see the film, that’s how I responded.  I applauded the film for being diverse.

Spoiler Warning:  Going forward I’ll mention plot points in a number of films; please skip if you don’t want them revealed.

First, this film did not impress my friend.  This is completely fair; he’s entitled to his opinion, and I had yet to have seen the film.  Second, he took his grandson to see it and didn’t feel the couple’s scene on the beach was appropriate for his grandson.  This is completely fair too; portraying adult relationships in a particular way is not appropriate for young audiences.  Lastly, he asserts that all other MCU films that preceded it were completely fine for his eight-year-old grandson.

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Some friends and I met over some food and beers and chatted on a lazy Monday night.  During this particular evening, we chat about a wealth of different topics as we dodge the noise from the Monday Night Football broadcast.  I mentioned that as I recently watched a TV show, I had a flashback from a Mexican actress that I watched back in 1972.  Another such moment was regarding a Robert A. Heinlein novel, Citizen of the Galaxy.

My friend recently picked it up and is actively reading it.  I asked a few follow up questions to confirm that it is indeed the book I remembered.  I politely omitted to mention big plot points to avoid any spoilers.  He confirmed it; it was the very same book.

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On a lazy afternoon in Florida, I visit a friend of the family at his restaurant.  I worked in very this restaurant before, under different management and a different name.  I simply called him “Mr. Five” because his surname sounded like the Cantonese word for ‘five’.  We catch up on how our lives progressed.  At some point, he outright suggests that I should “go back to China to find a Chinese girl; it’ll make your mom happy.”  While I didn’t respond in the way that I otherwise might, this conversation filled me with disappointment.

Now, I’ll go into a little detour.  I’ll give you a sample list of names, and I’d like you to ponder about what they have in common:

• Anne Frank
• Betty White
• Mother Teresa
• Rosa Parks
• Julia Child

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I have been a computer geek since my teen years.  On my early days, I learned to program on a TRS-80 Model 3.  It literally had no ability for any graphics; it was all text.  We saved data and programs on cassette tapes, which predated floppy diskettes.  Yes, you read that right.  My sister got the first legitimate computer in our house which ran MS-DOS.  This computer had a handle and its own screen.  Toshiba sold it as a ‘portable’ only because it was completely self-contained.  I don’t believe that this computer fit in any backpack I’ve ever owned, and it weighted about nine pounds.

In high school, I carried a lot of books.  I lugged around both a backpack and a purple duffle bag with school colors.  Once I entered college, I continued to carry more weight than I needed to, opting to keep books or other items with me in case I wanted them.  This included music in the form of cassettes, and later CD’s.  I opted to be prepared at the expense of lugging all that weight.

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During my early years, my Catholic school in Puerto Rico did not conduct any field trips.  I first enrolled in the public school system in Florida at the age of ten.  They did conduct field trips; each of these required a signed parental consent form.  In this regard, we simply brought that consent from home and simply asked her to sign it.  My mom didn’t really speak (or read) English.  Truthfully, she didn’t really know what each particular field trip entailed, though she implicitly trusted us not to abuse that trust.  We never had her put her name on a blank check or sign away the car or house.

During my senior year in high school, there was a similar classroom session for our Health class.  This particular class was a requirement for graduation.  However, this specific lesson required parental consent; those who did not get consent would spend it in the library.  Like all other parental permission forms that preceded this one, I simply handed the paper to my mom and asked her to sign it.  The lesson talked about human sexuality, had pictures of circumcision, childbirth, etc.  While I’m sure some students didn’t get consent, the ones who remained didn’t seem especially distressed.

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Like most high school students, I read Shakespeare in class.  To be bluntly honest, I tolerated it.  Naturally, I understood that it was a necessary part of my education and in many respects, he became the standard.  However, his writing neither especially impressed me nor compelled me to read it outside of my required reading.  Though I understand that to many of you, this is heresy.

I also read Orwell’s 1984 in high school, ironically right around 1984.  It was required reading.  This book both fascinated and deeply distressed me; it was delicious.  First, while there were obviously many elements of this society that were deeply distressing, today I’ll focus on just one.  The predisposition to amend history, most memorably with the simple statement, “Oceania is, and always has been, at war with Eastasia.”  This is untrue; Oceania switched loyalties during the novel.  However, the book describes a society that simply refuses to acknowledge its history.  If the government makes a strong enough assertion, that’s what ‘truth’ will be.

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On an otherwise ordinary afternoon in the mid 1990’s, I walk into a small office near work.  I have never been here before, though I’ve driven past many times.  We will meet for about 30 minutes.  First, they escort me into a small room with a table surrounded by a handful of chairs.  I sit on one side and a professionally dressed woman sits on the other.  Next, she places a thick document on the table, more accurately measured in inches than pages.  Finally, we start the process of signing these documents, as she points to specific places and instructs to sign, initial, or date.  Meanwhile, she assures me that I’ll have an opportunity to read through everything, but we didn’t schedule nearly enough time.

During that meeting, a voice silently screamed in my head, “You should not sign anything you that have not read or fully understand.”  This voice didn’t stop me from signing page after page, legally committing myself to a contract.  For all I knew, I might’ve legally committed to donating a kidney.  The only thought that alleviated my anxiety was simply, “Millions of people have gone through this before.  This is very normal; you’ll be fine.”

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Years ago, I watch movie called Gattaca.  I have enjoyed films with both Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman, so I watched with great anticipation.  Most good films that are set in the future with a hypothetical premise will provoke thoughts about its ethics.  I may try to describe the film, but the trailer does a great job.  Additionally, you should watch the film; it is exceptional.

While I may write a post about the premise of the film, today I’ll simply reflect on a scene between two characters:  Vincent, played by Hawke, and his brother, Anton.  Vincent, genetically flawed, routinely outswims his brother, genetically flawless, across a body of water at night.  It is a trend that frustrates Anton, who cannot comprehend how this is possible.

Anton: How are you doing this, Vincent?  How have you done any of this?
Vincent:  You want to know how I did?  This is how I did it, Anton.  I never saved anything for the swim back.

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