Yesterday my roommate Caitlin invited me to Eyedrum, a local art studio to view a series of silent art movies. I have never seen this type of movie before, so I was in for a surprise. We had decided before going that if the movies were not entertaining to us, we would leave and head to her friend's house to watch the last presidential debate. Eyedrum oozed of artsy people, the kinds that wear skinny jeans with tiny t-shirts and scarves. Girls with really short trendy cropped cuts, while some of the guys had Emo, retro cuts. I'm always amused at the fact that people, no matter what we do, we all kind of mesh and end up looking like the groups we work or associate with. For example, artsy folks strive so hard to be different, and original, in their clothes and their way of expressing themselves, but in actuality, when I go to art openings, alot of the Art folks look alike, in their style of clothes and mannerism.
The movie that was first shown was titled "Alaya". It was a 28 minute silent movie that captured sand in all different macroscopic and microscopic levels. I have to be honest the first 5 minutes was fine, but after that I went into zone out land. For me the movie didn't really mean anything to me, it was just sand, filmed in different angles. I glanced over at Caitlin and she looked enthralled in the movie, and secretly I was thinking "My god, I hope after this we leave".
We did end up leaving after, and in the car, Caitlin and I discussed our experiences, and what the movie meant to us. For Caitlin, the movie brought back experiences of her time hiking, and enjoying the outdoors. It brought up senses and memories even way back to childhood. Sadly, for me, all I saw was sand, yes , at some point the angles of the camera work made the sand look like a person's back, or the sand itself looked like bugs, but it did not in any way bring up profound sensations of nostalgia, like it did for Caitlin. We both sat watching the same movie, but our minds, the way we perceive things, brings on two very different experiences.
We eventually made it to the debates, missing only the first 20 minutes or so. The last Presidential Debates before Election Day November 4th! The debate was the best one out of the 3. The question that entertained me the most, was about the VP candidates ability to be president, if the situation was to occur, why would their running mates make a good President? I am bias, I won't deny it. McCain's answer to me was not convincing, he could not really make a good presentation that his running mate had any profound political skills to bring to the table, it felt like he pretty much said "she's cool, she knows a bit about autism". Obama on the other hand, spoke of Biden's work in the Senate, his ongoing efforts to serve his community and Biden's Washington DC experiences, to me it just sold better.
The overall debates really brought down the house. We all were entertained on McCain's inability to hide his temperament, and Obama's ability to restrain himself and be calm. This is how debates should be. It should heat the candidates up, in a manner that is professional but honest, unscripted. In the room full of people watching the debates, since we were all for Obama our interpretations of the debates was that Obama held composure and did an awesome job. Yet when the commentaries were playing, the folks of CNN seemed to believe it was McCain's best debate. So again, we all watched the same debates, but our views, and political associations, all made an impact on how we interpreted the outcome.
Interpretations and preceptions , we can all be in the same place at the same time, but by god, we will for sure have a different experience.
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