Thanksgiving Break

Thanksgiving Break has come and gone.

I am now sitting in my dorm room dreading the approach of classes come morning.

It was a good break. Thanksgiving was delightful and my family managed not to kill each other.

The most interesting/annoying part of break is the fact that you begin to think about life beyond college. This break I started looking at Graduate Schools. Ahhhh! I’m considering getting an MFA in Dramatic Writing.  Concentrate in Playwriting, Screenwriting, or Television. Hmm, should I be artistically satisfied, seek fame, or eat?

I also was completely satiated by my artistic consumption over break.

I read “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe,” “The Fifth Elephant,” and “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf.” And I watched “The Invisible Man,” “Frankenstein,” “Were the World Mine,” and “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1.”

I hadn’t read “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe” previously, due to the story being spoiled for me as a child thanks to BBC Films and Storybooks. In some ways, I’m glad I waited this long to read it, because I feel like I appreciated the nuances more as an adult. The tome I received from the library also featured underlined sentences and corrected verb tenses.  (Oddly enough, “The Fifth Elephant” also had a lot of pencil edits, but that book required it.)

Harry Potter was, as everyone has already said, incredible. I was able to take my sister Artemis to go and see it, and I loved giving her that experience. Dobby had the best one liners, and I plan to incorporate them into my daily life.

My siblings loved the films of James Whale, especially “The Invisible Man.”

“Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” was monumental, and I think I have only begun my study of that play.

“Were the World Mine” needed some work. I didn’t enjoy anywhere near as much as I was expecting to. I might write more about that later.

Well, that’s a pretty decent shake down of my break. Some other things happened, but I feel those things need a more thorough dissection.

Nathan Hathaway

Watching

Given my post on reading, I have been doing some thinking on watching. Not seeing, watching. There is a very significant difference.

Seeing is something I do late at night when I’m bored and I’m staring at the television screen. If I’m lucky I transition to watching if something like “The Colbert Report” is on.

Watching is something I do when I get home from rehearsal and unwind by watching an episode of “Buffy The Vampire Slayer” on Netflix.

Seeing is a mindless absorption of visual information and we do too damn much of it. We need to stop seeing and do more watching. We need to think about what we see. Why is that child crying? What does that mean? Do I care? Is there anything I can do for him? We are only here for so long, and if we aren’t careful watchers life may pass us by, us having only seen it.

This is something I feel very strongly about and is something I am trying to incorporate into my daily life. Look around and watch. Observe. Listen. See the unobvious beauty in the scene that lay before me. Feel as the cool milk runs down my throat and really enjoy it.

What got me thinking about this was two-fold. One fold was reminiscing about reading “Our Town.” (A brilliant play about using the time that we have and a punch in the gut and a half. Go, read. My website will wait.) The second fold was television.

The idiot box is only that if you let it. I look around and see many wonderful television shows. It’s an exciting arena of serialized drama and there’s something thrilling about really engaging a show. Looking back it’s so much more fulfilling that randomly flipping through channels hoping for something to catch my eye.

I think that the advent of things like Hulu and shows coming out on DVD is huge boon to the world of television. A whole new culture of people who see it as a birthplace of art and treat as such is steadily growing. Watching a good television show discerningly is just as artistically valuable as watching a classic film or reading a book, and I treasure the hours I am spending this summer diving into such wonderful stories. But the only reason I can feel that immersion is because I’m watching, trying to do more than just see.

Whether it’s our daily lives or visual art, I really feel it’s imperative that we (you know, as a society and junk) take what we take in more seriously.

Observation is a preliminary step to action, and without action we might as well be rocks.

Don’t just see the forest and the trees, know what they mean!

Watching, always watching,
Nathan Hathaway