Trying to get a blog started might be the hardest kind of writing I've ever had to do. What do people like to read about? What in the world do I have to contribute to a forum already inundated with so many wonderful writers with their own thoughts, opinions and inspirations?
So with that in my head, it's taken me two weeks and too many false starts to get this blog officially up and running. I wish I could say something just came to me, or that I found the perfect thing or the perfect "cultural" artifact that could shed light on the universe as we know it. Something where I would feel like, "There! Did it! I won the blogging world today, you can all go home."
Unfortunately it took a tragedy for me to realize what I needed to say.
By now you know about the shooting that took place at the midnight showing of Batman: The Dark Knight Rises. We know that a 24 year old white male student bought a ticket to the movie, left and propped the door open behind him, only to return while the movie was playing to shoot 12 people dead and injure almost 60 others. Just like any other horrific incident like this, some people are saying beautiful things, and others are saying stupendously terrible things. Assurances from the FBI that the shooter was not affiliated with terrorism pushed one Facebook friend of mine to quip:
"Oh, right. It's not terrorism if you're white. Forgot about that."
And that was where I had to stop and pause.
As someone who had plans to see the film tomorrow, it was harrowing to think of how easily something like what happened in Aurora, CO could take place anywhere else. Like here. I'm the person that jumps to worst-case scenarios faster than you say "Boo" under the best of circumstances. And this, well... this is not the best circumstance.
But this shooting, and the terrible stories coming out of it (like a young sports reporter who had just survived last month's shooting in Toronto and wrote a piece about it) have made me remember how lucky and privileged I am to be here, being given a chance to write about what I love.
And dammit, I love movies. And television. And music, podcasts, digital art, photographs, sculptures, and street art. These little bits and pieces of our daily lives are what make life worth living, and for a term I'm getting class credit to write about them. So while that voice in my head now has one more worst-case-scenario to run through my head when I'm least expecting it, I'm not going to let it win. Because whether the FBI describes it that way or not, that little piece of fear what terrorism looks like, and I'm not going to let it win.
So I'll be plunging into the unknown, decidedly not giving a damn who will think what is interesting or which pieces will be the most interesting. I'm going to try to remain positive, write about what I like to write about and hope things go from there.
I look forward to what this blog has to offer, which hopefully will include less "doomsday" and more "Doonesbury".
In the meantime...
See you at the movies.