Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Love is a battlefield

This next post isn't something I just whipped up (in case you were wondering). It's actually a paper I wrote for the English Language Proficiency course, but I decided not to use it, because it feels too much like a blog and less like a 'scientific' paper. Still, I think it's a shame to leave that much work confined to its miserable little pictogram in My Documents and since I'm not going to use it as a paper, I might as well use it as a blog!

LOVE IS A BATTLEFIELD:
FROM COURTSHIPS TO COHABITATION CONTRACTS

For as long as there have been men and women, there have also been guidelines and conventions as to how these two should relate to one another. The declaring of one’s love for another was not always as easy as it is now. Centuries ago, one had to go through several mandatory procedures before he or she could finally say those hallowed three words: “I love you”. As of today, the twenty-first century, it has become increasingly clear that romance, like chivalry, is very much dead. It seems that the days of courtships are gone. Instead, there are cohabitation contracts to bind two people, not in love, but in property. This change in love conventions did not happen overnight. So what happened that made this nightmare a reality?


This shifting image towards a more flexible and impoverished form of love has siphoned through into contemporary books, movies and music. The great romance novels such as Jane Austen’s ‘Pride & Prejudice’ or Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo & Juliet’ barely find resonance in modern day literature. If and when authors write about love, it is more likely with a heavy focus on the sexual relationship, rather than the glorification of an emotional one. Moreover, when a romance novel is indeed published, it is likely to be categorized under mills and boon novels. Even Hollywood has seemingly lost its touch for delivering true romantic love stories. Jack and Rose’s journey aboard the Titanic may be seen as the last stand for romance, since no other subsequent movie has managed to procure such a lasting effect in the minds of men and women alike. It may even be said that music as well has distanced itself from the loving serenades and progressed towards the adoration of the body and the sexual identity. Where Beethoven composed his fifth for his ‘immortal beloved’ , as he called his unknown lover in one of his love letters to her, one might find it hard to say the same for Flo’ Rida’s song ‘Get Low’.

In the old days, the union between a man and a woman was considered to be the most sacred in existence. Men were gallant and chivalrous and the women were poised and elegant. The declaration of love was a completely independent social convention. First, a meeting had to be arranged between the two parties. Then, if indeed there was a hint of possible romance in the air, the man had to make his intentions known to the father of the girl and ask for her hand in marriage. The father essentially held the key to his daughter’s marital bliss. If he agreed, the two could get married and live happily ever after, but if he declined, the daughter had to wait for another suitor to whisk her off her feet and away from her family.

When we look at the love ritual now, not much of the old traditions are left standing. Two people meet randomly and by the mere exchanging of phone numbers, email addresses or Facebook pages, a connection is made. Relationships nowadays do not require the formal date anymore. There seems to be a tendency towards the more loose and casual interpretation of romance. It is even possible to sustain a lasting relationship without ever having seen or having been with the other person. As to the value of such unions there is some debate. Even the whole concept of marriage has been turned upside down. Where divorce used to be frowned upon, it is now considered as a sport for some. Elizabeth Taylor for example; has got married eight times . Most Hollywood celebrities have had several husbands and wives, turning the concept of holy matrimony in some sort of contest. What remains of the vows—To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part —one can only imagine. Of course, the position of Hollywood as the standard for a good marriage must also be seen from a sceptic point of view.

It is true that times have changed and with changing times come changing societies. It seems only natural that our perception of love has altered as the world around us has altered as well. Ancient man did not have access to the world wide web, satellite phones or even bicycles to get closer to their loved one. Lovers were separated by wars, diseases, vast distances and harsh living conditions. Being in love did not change the time or place they lived in. It meant overcoming all those obstacles in order for two people to come together. The myths and legends of old tell awe-inspiring tales of men and women who would do just about anything to be together, even when faced with impossible odds. Orpheus went to the Underworld and back to find his love, Eurydice, but like all Greek heroes, his quest met a tragic end. Prince Paris of Troy brought war to his city for stealing King Menelaus’ wife Helena, sealing Troy’s fate. Even the books of history are filled with great love stories. King Henry VIII incurred the wrath of Rome when he choose to marry Anna Boleyn, yet he did so regardless. Even Édith Piaf and Marcel Cerdan’s passionate love affair made international headlines when his plane crashed while he was on his way to see her.

Could it be as simple as time progressing to attribute this changed view of love to? Or is our current perspective the result of something else entirely? In the twenty-first century, people seem to have everything they need or could ever want. Everything in the entire world is only a few clicks away. The Six Degrees of Separation study showed that one can come into contact with practically anyone in the world in just six steps, provided of course this person has access to an internet connection, phone line or valid adress. This shows that, even though our world has expanded far beyond the borders of mere towns and villages and now encompasses the entire surface of the earth, people can still find each other. One is no longer detained by boundaries or any other sort of geographical limitations. But has this point-and-click mentality not made people slothful or unwilling to go out and take action themselves? If people do not bother to go the distance anymore or to risk it all for love, can there still be romance?

Neil Gaiman already suggested it in his book ‘American Gods’ that modern day man prays to new gods now. He does not seem to bother himself with true love anymore, rather he craves instant gratification above all else. When young people go out these days, it is hardly to meet their respective Romeo or Juliet. They go out to have fun, mind-numbing, gratifying fun. In truth, they are not too blame. As Hippolyte Taine once said: “People are defined by their race, environment and point in time ”. If children yearn for pleasure and the immediate fulfilling of desires, it is in part because society is organized in that way. Every day, we are flooded with commercials and ads telling people to buy this and wear that all so that they can be as happy as the people in those advertisements. None of these ads however, have anything to do with long-term commitments. Everything is short-term. People lease so they would not have to buy. People buy instant-diners so they would not have to cook. People go out and have fun so they would not have to sit around, waiting for the right person to come into their lives.

In some way, this newfound assertiveness has been quite beneficial for the twenty-first century man. It has made him more independent and self-reliant than ever. Women now have the right to vote and have earned their rightful place in the workforce. Slavery has been abolished and racism is punishable by law. One of the greatest examples of living in a changed world is embodied by Barack Obama, the first black President of the United States. Many improvements have been made over the years and mankind has certainly benefited from them, but it has also created a completely new strain of man. This new strain may have become too assertive and too presumptuous in his behaviour, almost callous. Expectancies are at an all time high and so are the sales for anti-depressants. “It seemed like this was one big Prozac nation ” as uttered by the main character in the novel ‘Prozac Nation’ by Elizabeth Wurtzel. In wanting and almost always getting everything we ask for, people have become careless in recognising their true wants and needs. Maybe if Ilsa Lund had got her priorities straight in the movie ‘Casablanca’, she would have chosen Rick Blaine instead of boarding the plane with Victor Laszlo .

Popular culture, changing times and societies, an open world and the new and improved twenty-first century man have all contributed to the altered status of love in the world. It would be too easy to say that history has swept us up, taken us for a ride and dropped us off where we are now, but that would not attribute nearly enough credit to the position of man itself. As man became smarter and more aware of his surroundings, he became more attuned to his own needs and desires and less concerned about the outside world.

Love, much like mankind’s history is a battlefield. Some battles are won and others are lost. Sometimes we gain something, like knowledge or technology and sometimes we lose something, like the meaning of love or the value of the other. But history has a way of correcting past mistakes and adapting. So in time, there is hope yet for true romance. In time, Ilsa will ride off into the sunset with Rick and Elizabeth Taylor will finally settle with husband number nine, otherwise known as her one and only.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

When night falls...

Currently, I consider myself to have only one vice. It's a rather innocent one, to my taste. It's quite tiny actually, not at all life-threatening. It's more of a desire, should I say. It's nothing evil, malicous or devilish in any way. Some don't even see it as a vice at all, more as a lifestyle. It's not something detrimental; rather, it's a godsend to the economic market. It might be somewhat self-indulgent and totally superfluous at times, but we all have our little sins, now don't we?

Okay, you really want me to say it, don't you? Fine. All your badgering has worn me down: I'm totally addicted to shopping. Although, in my defence, it's all about books, movies and games. So it's not like I'm wasting thousands of euros on cars, houses, jewellery or women. Maybe by now, I will have spent some thousands of euros on those three most holy of things, but I mean, it's not like it was all spent at once. It's been done in installments. So it's not so bad, right?

Yes, I know I'm totally rationalizing now. Quit busting my hump... I'll get to the point - and merit - of this little 'addiction' of mine soon enough!

Yesterday, I was walking around the city, doing a little Christmas shopping with my Dad, when naturally, we ended up in front of that hallowed building on the Bondgenotenlaan. You know the one I'm talking about, I'm sure. It's four letter name is music to my ears. F. N. A. C. God, if I had to pick a store to live - and eventually die - in, it would be that one. I know I might sound crazy, but I swear this whole charade has a point!

So, I was heading up the stairs towards my favourite section, or should I say: sections, plural, for my passion spreads equally among two media: books and movies. My first stop was movies. I love movies, but I'll deal with that separate addiction in another blog.

For now, I want to focus on my more literary-oriented 'problem': books. As my eyes were scanning the rows and rows of books, I had three possible books-to-buy in mind: Ayn Rand - Atlas Shrugged or The Fountainhead (the latter of which I bought, the first wasn't in stock anymore), a novel by Mario Vargas Lloza and The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafón. Both The Fountainhead and The Angel's Game are now in my possession, as for the middle one, I couldn't quite find my taste there, so I kept looking and stumbled across the vast row of books belonging to one Paul Auster.

I had already read his New York Trilogy (or at least, I'm about fifty pages shy of finishing it) and I am completely in love with his writing. His writing feels so natural and not at all in-your-face like with some authors. If ever you are in the vicinity of a Fnac filiate, be sure to check the book section for Paul Auster, I promise you, he does not disappoint!

As my hands were sliding across the backs of his novels, my eyes read the titles with great anticipation. Titles such as Leviathan, Oracle Night and Sunset Park flashed before me, but they stopped as soon as they read Man in the Dark. It was a fairly thin book, maybe that's why I became drawn to it, since it is a time for studying and not for self-indulgence, I figured I'd allow myself this one little masterpiece to read in those final moments between tiredness and flat-out sleep.

I started reading the book last night and I'm finding it hard to put down. It's an amazing story about a man well into his seventies, who's living with his daughter and granddaughter. Circumstances have left them all devastated in some way and they're all kind of going through the motions. August Brill is a paraplegic and after his daughter has hoisted him into bed and she herself has fallen asleep, August lies wide awake, unable to sleep. So he starts to invent stories...

"..., but how to stop the mind from charging off wherever it wants to go? The mind has a mind of its own. Who said that? Someone, or else I just thought of it myself, not that it makes any difference. Coining phrases in the middle of the night, making up stories in the middle of the night - we're moving on, my little darlings, and agonizing as this mess can be, there's poetry in it, too, as long as you can find the words to express it, assuming those words exist."

The story he is creating in his mind revolves around an alternate reality. In our world, the presidental elections of 2000 saw George W. Bush being elected as President of the United States and he would maintain this function for eight years. The Twin Towers fell on September 11, 2001 and ever since, America has been at war with Iraq. In August's story, the presidential elections are the point of divergence.

The Twin Towers still stand and America is not at war with Iraq, but with itself. The elections were met with severe civil unrest and the United States descended into chaos. New York secceded and soon other states began to follow. A new geopolitical entity called the Independent States are formed and all across the world, anti-nationalist movements are fracturing nations and sparking wars throughout.

It is in this alternative reality that Brick wakes up. He remembers his life in the other world vividly, although he is currently trapped in this otherworldly nightmare. Brick is picked up by a Sergeant named Serge (and yes, he's aware of how that sounds) and told about the state of things:
"There's no single world. There are many worlds, and they all run parallel to one another, worlds and anti-worlds, worlds and shadow-worlds, and each world is dreamed or imagined or written by someone in another world. Each world is the creaton of a mind."

It turns out that the world August Brill has created in his mind has come to life and the war he is imagining is dead real for the people in Sarge Serge's world. They want nothing more than for the war to be over and to this end, they have given Brick the assignment to kill August Brill. They reckon that, if they kill the one that thought up the war, the war itself will cease to exist.

What follows is an intricate web of August Brill's saddened and melancholic life and Brick's conflict with returning safely to his world (as we know it to be) and the thought of killing a man whose death may or may not end a fictional (?) war.

At some point in the novel, August Brill is talking about a friend he used to know, a man named Gil and his wife Betty. At the core is a very sad story about a man who had high hopes, but was cast down by society and who ultimately died. After that, he tells the story of what happened to his wife, and how he ends it, kind of stuck to me. It's not what you would call a magnificent piece of literature or some groundbreaking sentence like Jane Austen's "It is a truth universally acknowledged...", but still, it's moving and quite profound:

"There were only two possibilities. Either her body had given out on her or she had taken pills, and I didn't want to know the answer, for neither one of them would have told the real story. Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time."

In any case, the Man in the Dark has certainly earned a special place in my little literary Hall of Fame and I hope you'll consider buying/borrowing or lending it out soon! It's only 180 pages and costs about eight euros in the Fnac. So be sure to check it out - if you want, no pressure!

As a parting note, here's a quote from a critic:

"After a dozen novels one is used to watching him break new ground. This time, Paul Auster breaks your heart too."

Famous last words

Jennifer: "My tit..."
Needy: "No, your heart."

Goodmorning everyone! I just watched Jennifer's Body for the second time (on Bluray, of course, how else?) and I have to say, it just keeps getting better. I know some of you don't really appreciate the cinematic art that is Jennifer's Body - I'm not going to name any names, E! -, but seriously, just watch the movie (again). There's bound to be something in those delicious 95 minutes that you'll love - and I don't mean the end credits, just in case there are any wisecrackers out there!

I first saw the movie about six months ago and I just laughed through the whole thing. I mean, the dialogues in this thing are straight-A comedy material. I'm not just talking about the small-town, hillbilly slang sort of way they're talking, for instance: "Yeah, right. I'm not even a backdoor-virgin anymore, thanks to Roman. By the way, that hurts. I couldn't even go to flags the next day. I had to stay home and sit on a bag of frozen peas," or if that doesn't do it for you: "Got a tampon? You seem like you might be pluggin." Seriously, you can't make this stuff up. And in movies like this, there's always the token Asian girl with a 'witty' remark. This movie's edition is called Chastity and this is what she has to say: "Uh, it's real, you know. It's on the Wikipedia!" Now, you might start to question good ol' Chastity's IQ, but that's not really the point here, although I think that one sentence pretty much says it all.

Jennifer's Body's not all about the dialogue as well. Who could forget - those who've already seen the movie - the lesbian make-out scene between Jennifer and Needy? It gets pretty steamy! Of course, how could it not? As a director, you kind of owe it to yourself (and your fans) to flash some major display of flesh if your movie is called Jennifer's BODY. And with an actress like Megan Fox, it's practically a given that there's going to be a lot of 'junk in the trunk' and 'titty' camera time. In the movie, Jennifer refers to her tits as actual 'smart bombs', I don't know how relevant this last part was, but hey, welcome to the world of blogging. I can say/write whatever I want to say/write. Readers can always skip certain parts, although the fact that you're reading these words, means you haven't given up on me - yet. That means I can continue with the obscenities!

I won't however, I mean, it is the Internet, who knows... There could be kids out there reading this! Kids, whatever you do: don't do booze, drugs or sex. No wait, that's a terrible thing to say. Kids, if you're going to consume massive quantities of alcohol, do so in front of your peers, they'll support you and if they really love you, they'll even hold your hair back when you puke. No matter how vulgar this sounds, alcohol (and friends) are really fun, just be responsible! And if you're going to do drugs, might I recommend White Widow, two grams? I mean, I'm not an expert in that area, but a certain friend of mine (S) told me this was the way to go. Now, for the last piece of advice - sex - it's going to happen anyway, so you might as well dive right in. Rappers are advertising it, companies are commercialising it and the prostitutes are selling it in the Rue d'Aerschot - Brussels North station, in case you were wondering. Just make sure if you have sex, that nobody gets knocked up. I think that kinda rounds off today's lessons for the underaged.

On to the last words of this blog, and no, they're not going to be 'My tit', although it does sound tempting. I mean, how many bloggers can say they ended their piece on that note? Maybe I will, just for non-conformist sake! Anyways, I advise you all to go see Jennifer's Body. If you hate it, fine, at least I know I tried and if you love it, I told you so, didn't I? So there, my closing statement for this blog and now I'm off to the library... Some people still have some studying to do, instead of reading this blog! Shame on you! Nah, I'm just kidding, stop by anytime. Who knows, if the studying doesn't work out, I'll probably go on ahead and write another one of these. Sayonara!

- My tit.

There I said it. Your move.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Prototype 2

Resistance 3


If you have to pick an evil alien overlord race to side with, you'd best pick the Chimera. Nobody does alien warfare quite like they do. They destroyed the Russian csar empire from within and conquered Europe in mere weeks. After some digging beaneath the North Atlantic, they overran Great Britain and two years later, their Chimeran fleet decimated the American coastlines. With humanity pushed to the brink of extinction and planet Earth under more strain than we could've ever put her in, the end is nigh.

This desperate, desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape is the backdrop for Insomniac's third game in the Resistance series. The war is over and guess what? - we lost. The Chimera have all but exterminated us, forcing us to seek shelter among the ruined cities and abandoned villages and turn to cannibalism. This bleak and hopeless setting is where your story begins. Can the Chimera finally be stopped and purged from this planet, or will it be us who will be wiped from the face of the Earth?

Uncharted 3 - Drake's Deception


As you might have already guessed from one of my previous blogs, I'm a huge Naughty Dog fan. It started out with Crash Bandicoot in my early years, and quickly shifted to Jak & Daxter, which I still consider to be one of the Pièces de Resistance of the PS2.

A few years ago, the boys at Naughty Dog gave us, needy and Jak & Daxter-deprived gamers, Nathan Drake. From the lushious island in Drake's Fortune, they took us to the heights of Nepal in Among Thieves.

And come Fall 2011, they'll plunge us into the scorching desert heat of the Middle East. They say water's scarse in the desert, so why can't I stop mouthwatering then?

Friday, December 17, 2010

A very Shrek morning

I rented Shrek - Forever After last night and I was eager to shove it in my PS3 this morning. As soon I pressed a few buttons, everyone's favourite ogre popped up on screen. Although this fourth (!) entry in the Shrek series isn't quite as good as its three predecessors, it's a nice way to end the quadrilogy. For those of you who haven't seem 'em yet, here are some scenes I thought were incredibly funny and/or cute:

Puss in Boots (who's put on a few), but still cute as ever!

Cookie, the cooking Ogre!

Hilarious scene where the Pied Piper lures Ogres with his magical flute,
followed by an all-out dance scene...