A notable difference between a serious English student and a blogger is, to my mind, the amount of effort that is meant to be put into the drafting of the written piece. Which is to say, English students work their butts off, editing and redrafting until they have a product worthy of an "A" and bloggers are more often likely to write off the cuff, or at least without quite the amount of blood sweat and tears as their student counterparts. Maybe I've just been a delusional blogger. It seemed so a little while ago when I found myself mid-paragraph, laboring over the best way to explain something in this morning's piece. This was followed by the sharp realization that I was working my way toward some sort of lofty assertion concerning the breadth of experiences covered by the phrase "Southern Culture," thoughts on hospitality and the sometimes seeming superficiality conveyed within, and something about my waning memory and inability to remember either prominent streets in a city I loved for a long weekend or key plot lines in a movie I very much enjoyed.
You can imagine, now, why I scrapped the whole thing and started over with this shapshot into my morning blogging trauma. We were looking at an 11 page paper if I didn't stop myself. And who's got time for 11 page papers THESE days??? How about the shorter, A.D.D. Girl version of some of the thoughts I've covered this morning, to which my regular readers have grown accustomed, instead? (If it's your first time here, my apologies, in advance.) Ooh. And let's make it really fun with a bulletted list. I've spent far too much time at this computer without having produced a single quality product to speak of. (Although I am happy to say that due to the joy of email, one of my upcoming events has now been solidified and I have a healthy vision of what to expect a few weeks hence.)
- Last night I watched Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil for the second time. The first time I viewed it must have been 6 or 8 years ago. I've also read the book. Before ever seeing the movie.
- A handful of salient points were familar but many, many details had been utterly lost to me. As a result, I watched it (as I often find myself these days, when presented with the opportunity to revisit a story I should know better than I do,) through the fresh eyes of someone who had walked around nearby a screening of said movie in the past, but who has never actually seen it herself.
- The growing failure of my floundering memory was further illuminated by the memory of my very enjoyable trip to Savannah a few years back, in my inability to recall even the slightest detail about that city. Whether the regions, names of streets or prominent houses, or other tourist sites of note, I forgot 'em all. There was, however, a lingering sense of "Hey! I've been there!" I thought quality "aging" didn't really start happening until...well...not YET! Hm.
- In spite of the fact that "A Southern Accent" doesn't and never did exist, there are in fact MANY immediately distinguishable southern accents. And the Savannah accent is, indeed, one of those. The accent in question couldn't be further from the accent of "my roots," and yet the familiarity of it is like a warm blankie.
- Recalling the movie, now, I also think of my non-southern friends' comments, over the years, concerning the appalling superficiality sometimes perceived in Southern Hospitality. To which I naturally want to respond by conceding that while sometimes Southerners come across as fake, (and sometimes ARE fake,) it's not always the case at all. And if you've never experienced the unique pleasure of being greeted at a fine party by The Southern Host, during which moments you immediately know without a doubt in your mind - through the very confident exchange of eye contact, the firm handshake, the encompassing warmth in the voice, the welcoming kiss on the cheek and the most genuine of hugs - that you are the single most welcomed guest at the party, then I encourage you to GET yourself on the invitation list of one of these southern parties as soon as possible. You might not be so quick to think of it as a superficial experience, after the fact.
- Can you tell I don't know whether to capitalize Southern or not? You'd think I'd know the rule on that, or even if there is one. You'd be wrong.
- Kevin Spacey and John Cusack are two actors I very much enjoy watching.
- While starting the earlier Blog Entry that Was Not, I found this site, Travel Sense Community, and quite enjoyed one Mary Dickenson's post she called "Daylight in the History of Old Savannah." Thought you might like it, too.
- I'm getting the itch to travel again, soon.