Sunday sunday
I just missed being here by about 15 minutes. I was actually across the street at the time and saw it. It was sort of horrifying. I am ashamed that I stopped, watched. Worse: someone taking photos of it.
We saw Rent, which was — well, it didn’t take me the way it took lots of people I knew. The guy was very talented — it’s too bad he died — but this one lacked something. It’s also dated, of course, very of its time and place, and in a way that doesn’t, I think, bear up well over time. I look forward to seeing the movie, though, anyhow.
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November 28th, 2005 @ 12:34 am
Here is my possibly self-serving, possibly humane and generous interpretation of why people stop and stare at accidents and the like:
we are social animals. I wonder if the rubbernecking might not be a sort of dumb limbic expression of concern but not really knowing what to do about it (or even knowing there is nothing to be done). I mean, wouldn’t it be somehow even worse to just walk by as if nothing were happening?
Although yes: picture-taking is pretty disrespectful and gross.
November 29th, 2005 @ 11:50 am
I don’t know if it would be worse to walk by. If no one is helping, yes, but if people are helping? In any case, I still rubberneck.
Once, when driving through a snowstorm, I saw someone — the DRIVER — holding his camcorder out the window, taking pictures of all the jackknifed trucks.