||[May. 20th, 2007|10:19 am]
I don't recognise the Bowie references in Life On Mars because when Bowie first appeared I was looking the other way (career, kids, the usual) and I missed him.
And yesterday idahoswede made a joke about Three Coins In a Fountain and I looked it up on Amazon and realised I hadn't see it and I'd like to
And Amazon were offering it in a package deal with Roman Holiday which- in spite of adoring Audrey Hepburn- I haven't seen either
And- oh sweet Jesus on a barmcake - the world is so full of books and movies and albums I've never read or seen or listened to
And I'm just so ignorant...
So maybe I'll use my "golden years" (ha-bloody-ha) to play catch-up.
I've taken it the other way--I've decided that I just don't care about a lot of things. I'm never really going to care about most music, so a lot of it has passed me by, and I'm okay with that. I feel the same way about a lot of literature. I just can't care about it all.
But I *loved* Roman Holiday and Three Coins in a Fountain.
For several things, I decided that I've been on top of them for long enough in my life -- and now I'm happy just to stop keeping up. Popular music is one. Video games is another (I dropped out after playing a couple games of Space Invaders). I suspect there will come a time that I really don't want to be on top of technology, although a lot of Web 2.0 applications are keeping the geeky bits safely behind the hood.
I dropped out of video games at about the same time as you. I mastered Space Invaders and that was it. Now I confine myself to ladylike games of solitaire.
It would never even occur to me to keep up with video games.
As for keeping up with technology, that's an inevitable part of my work, not something I think about. But I do understand what you mean--my knowledge of web design kind of stopped with CSS.
I feel I've fallen behind. I want to be able to have an intelligent conversation about David Bowie.
But, yes, there are things I don't care about. I'm pretty certain I'm never going to bother to educate myself in the works of Norman Mailer.
Until my 50's, I'd never admit that I didn't care about particular areas, and I'd try to educate myself as broadly as possible. Now, in my mid-50's, I have realized the finiteness of a) my brain and b) my life.
I don't care about either Norman Mailer OR David Bowie, and it feels freeing to say so. One of the things that crystallized this for me was that I finally stopped reading British murder mysteries. By and large, I found that I couldn't relate to them, and that I was better off with Americans. This was a difficult admission, and I was ashamed to say in public that I dislike PD James, that I prefer her early mysteries about the women's detective agency to most of her Dalgliesh books. I find Anne Perry's Cadfael books boring.
However, there are other things I care about deeply and pursue like a hound dog.
I read one or two of P.D. James's books and found them stuffy and old-fashioned.
I'm inclined to prefer contemporary American crime fiction too. I like Kathy Reichs and Sara Paretsky.