“The day after Columbine, I was interviewed for the Tom Brokaw news program. The reporter had been assigned a theory and was seeking sound bites to support it. “Wouldn’t you say,” she asked, “that killings like this are influenced by violent movies?” No, I said, I wouldn’t say that. “But what about Basketball Diaries?” she asked. “Doesn’t that have a scene of a boy walking into a school with a machine gun?” The obscure 1995 Leonardo Di Caprio movie did indeed have a brief fantasy scene of that nature, I said, but the movie failed at the box office (it grossed only $2.5 million), and it’s unlikely the Columbine killers saw it. The reporter looked disappointed, so I offered her my theory. “Events like this,” I said, “if they are influenced by anything, are influenced by news programs like your own. When an unbalanced kid walks into a school and starts shooting, it becomes a major media event. Cable news drops ordinary programming and goes around the clock with it. The story is assigned a logo and a theme song; these two kids were packaged as the Trench Coat Mafia. The message is clear to other disturbed kids around the country: If I shoot up my school, I can be famous. The TV will talk about nothing else but me. Experts will try to figure out what I was thinking. The kids and teachers at school will see they shouldn’t have messed with me. I’ll go out in a blaze of glory.”
In short, I said, events like Columbine are influenced far less by violent movies than by CNN, the NBC Nightly News and all the other news media, who glorify the killers in the guise of “explaining” them. I commended the policy at the Sun-Times, where our editor said the paper would no longer feature school killings on Page 1. The reporter thanked me and turned off the camera. Of course the interview was never used. They found plenty of talking heads to condemn violent movies, and everybody was happy.”
— Roger Ebert”—
I kinda wish there was this magical orb that told you somebody you’re meant to be with is out there. It doesn’t tell you when, it doesn’t tell you who, and it doesn’t tell where you’ll run into each other. All it does is assure you that you’re not meant to be alone and eventually there will be somebody that gets you. Thats it. Nothing more.
Because sometimes I really think i’m going to be one of those people who didn’t come as a matching pair. I’m the long tube sock that somehow ended up with the ankle socks during laundry day. Which i’m okay with. I’d just rather know for sure now rather than 20 cats later. Selfish? Maybe. Not optimistic? Most likely. But i’m the kind of person who wikipedia’s a movie plot before she watches it.
“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”
- Kurt Vonnegut”—
“It’s cold in the supermarket, and you like it like that. People always read the labels of their favourite brands really really carefully just to see how many chemicals they have, and then they just sigh and they put them in their cart anyway, like their saying sure it’s bad for me, it’s bad for my family but we like it. No one ever thinks about death in a supermarket.”—
I started looking for a warning sign When the truth is, I miss you Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so A warning sign It came back to haunt me, and I realised That you were an island and I passed you by And you were an island to discover
As I woke up at sunrise and dragged myself out of bed to go to the bathroom, I realized at this point in my life I will probably never not associate dawn with summer camp: walking barefoot in pajamas though the woods in the cold, dewy air, getting bitten by mosquitos, dragging my sleepy self up a hill to get to the “vay say” (French for water closet) to pee, then back down the hill to go back to sleep warm in a sleeping bag.