Baby, It's Cold Outside

I absolutely adore that song. For some reason. Duets are pleasant, especially with Dean Martin. And the Elf version was quite funny.

It actually isn't that cold though. However, this relates to several dreams which I would like to explore.

My first dream was an episode of the Office [American (per)version]. Michael and Dwight pulled a prank on Jim. They called the police and has his home searched. How they managed this, I do not know. But these coppers brought in his nightstand and home desk and started riffling through the drawers and showing all of his stuff to the rest of the office. It was embarassing as they found the traditional man stuff etc.

I think this may explore the concepts of stereotypes and secrets. The setting of the office is peculiar, I am unsure of how this fits in to everything. I watch the show only because it reminds me of my work experience, so perhaps it relates to me and working/employment, or the plans thereof. Now the idea of both the prank and the secret material possessions both center around the idea of a secret, those who know and those who are kept outside. This can be related to everything. Interesting how I use a deception to uncover secrets...but that is espionage in its finest.

My second dream was of me going to Everest. I would love to climb Everest. I do not think I will though, just based on time and money, perhaps something smaller, but to the dream, I was going climbing. I was in a boat in the Everglades when I got the call that I was going to go climbing. I do not know why I was in the Everglades, but when I returned to my apartment, I begin to pack for my journey and I found that I didn't have anywhere near the proper clothing. I only had my wind resistant jacket and a sweater. My mom called and asked if I wanted by down jacket and I kept thinking about how i could layer these clothes. I then pulled out my pack and realised that for an everest climb it had far too low a capacity and my sleeping bag wasn't rated low enough the conditions. At that point I realised it was a dream and started to lucid dream, which is no fun....

To this one, I cannot comment on really. Just an example of how my logical faculties tend to distort my thoughts. Not really distort, just overpower any sort of creative activities. The motif of a journey is fascinating especially the diametric change in the local, from the florida Everglades to the tallest peak on Earth. However, I think it mainly had to do with the fact that I left my window open and my room was virtually freezing that made me think of Everest. However, there is a classic relationship between this. Zizek would say that I constructed the dream so that I didn't have to face the reality of a cold room, that I created the dream, the journey motif of going to Everest and searching for clothing so that I didn't have to face the trauma of awakening to a room that was virtually frozen by the subfreezing temperatures of the night air. This is possibly. Lacan would say that in the awakening I found some kind of ethical responsibility of memory, that I would awake to reality and bring with it some kind of repetitive strife, but still a more real view of reality.

It just shows how far you can take this stuff, but if you don't apply it to everything then you can't apply it at all. If you say that dream X is significant for y reasons, then dream z should be just as important for a reasons. If nay, then you create some kind of hierarchy, privileging the one of the other and then that system is both often wrong and subject to myriad of abuses. It is called art critics. I kid, but do I really. The problem with satire is you never know when it starts or stops.

Read an interview on Kate Winslet. Very interesting, we need more people like here. Grounded, moderately intelligent, rolls her own cigarettes, eats, opinionated, good actress. Hopefully our generation will continue to see an influx of smart people who take on public life...but we need a Zizek too, perhaps another public intellectual that is just all around great(artist, actor, philosopher, writer(of fiction too?), funny, up on current topics)...like a Tina Fey rolled in with a Zizek rolled in with a JS Foer. That would be neat. And if it turned out to be a woman, I would marry her. Seriously.