Patton Oswalt is taking a self-imposed ‘summer’, in a recent post on his Facebook page (which I’ve copied in its entirety below) Oswalt discusses something I have been struggling with myself; the need to find a balance between ‘real life’ and social media. When I started this blog over a year ago I was so excited and became very entrenched in all things social media, I was constantly on twitter etc. to the point where I may have lost sight of my real life and what was truly important.
At the beginning of this year I reached a turning point where I no longer felt the same enjoyment I once did for my social media life. I no longer check twitter constantly, have very rarely tweeted in fact, compared to my activity of a year ago. In the same way Oswalt has chosen to have his ‘summer’ I suppose I’m choosing to be less present virtually and more active in reality.
The novelty and gloss of social media has now worn off and I’m sure I’m not the first person to be unsettled by the very self-involved/self-important reality of most social media interactions. This is not to say I’m completely walking away from my ‘web life’, I’m so very grateful for the opportunities it has given me. Without this blog I would never have turned some of my twitter followers into very real friends. Admittedly I still get a thrill seeing the little ‘follows you’ icon beside some followers names and really the experiences I’ve had this past year have been truly surreal. But the fact remains that a lot of the time lately I’ve met this blog with dread, and have picked up some very bad habits. At one point I was staying up late or would check twitter in the middle of the night, case in point I started writing this post at 2AM!
I shouldn’t feel stressed when my followers go down, or worry that this blog isn’t getting enough views, this was meant to be an outlet for my enjoyment, and a place where hopefully people found entertainment. So I’m finding a way to still love it but on my terms.
Patton Oswalt writes:
“Summer is upon us, and I’ve got a bad case of The Spurts.
I’ve gone down an internet/Twitter/Facebook rabbit hole and I need to engineer a summer spent in nothing but humid, skin-to-air reality for myself. If I don’t, I feel like my psyche is going to suffer permanent slippage.
I’m going to try to keep this short. And this isn’t going to be a diatribe against the Internet or the information age or Twitter or anything like that. It’s going to be a gentle, winking diatribe against myself, and my ego and its appetites.
I was reading some — not all — but some of Camus’ THE REBEL. At an airport, waiting for a flight. And this line hits me like a ton of bricks:
“Tyrants conduct monologues above a million solitudes.”
I’ve become my own tyrant — Tweeting, and then responding to my own responses, and then fighting people who disagree with me. Constantly feeling like I have to have an instant take on things, instead of taking a breath, and getting as much information as I can about the world. Or simply listening to the people around me, and watching the world and picking up its hidden rhythms, which crouch underneath the micro and the macro. But I’ve lost sight of them. And it’s because of this — there’s a portal to a shadow planet in my right hand, the size of a deck of cards, and I can’t keep myself from peeling off one card after another, looking for a rare ace of sensation.
The Spurts: I’ve aggressively re-wired my own brain to live and die in a 140 character jungle. I’ve let my syntax become nothing more than a carnival barker’s ramp-up to a click-able link where I’m trying to sell something, or promote something, or share something I had no hand in making.
So — I’m engineering a summer. From today, June 1st, until Tuesday, September 2nd. Radio silent. No Twitter, no Facebook. There’ll be a few announcements here and on my Twitter feed — mostly for shows and some movies I’m about to appear in — but I scheduled these to drop weeks and months from now, without me having to do them on the day. The chairs are up on the tables, the floor’s been swept, and I’m locking up my tiny, personal online nightclub until the leaves turn brown. If Chili John’s in Burbank can thrive while still closing for the summer, I ought to do just fine.
I want to de-atrophy the muscles I once had. The ones I used to charge through books, sprint through films, amble pleasantly through a new music album or a human conversation. I’ve lost them — willingly, mind you. My fault. Got addicted to the empty endorphins of being online.
So I need to dry out, and remind myself of the deeper tides I used to be able to swim in — in pages, and celluloid, and sounds, and people.
Another writer I read some of, before nervously refreshing my Twitter “@” mentions or updating my e-mail Inbox, was Garret Keizer. An essay in Harper’s from 2010. Luckily, Keizer writes the kind of sentences that, even in the all-night casino floor of a world we live in now, can punch through the din like God’s gun. The line that stuck with me was this:
“For fear of becoming dinosaurs we are turned into sheep.”
I don’t want to be either. But whatever options are left? They’re on the other side of the silence bath I’m about to take.
Have a good, safe, fun summer. It’s upon us. Stay cool when it comes down.”
I had the privilege and pleasure of attending the opening night of the GI Film Festival and the world premiere screening of Field of Lost Shoes. The GI Film Festival is a film festival which focuses on celebrating the military experience through the medium of film. The premiere was held at the Old Town Theater in Alexandria, VA, which has just celebrated its 100th birthday.
Before the film the festival opened with welcoming speeches by the co-founders of the festival and GI Film Group: Brandon Millett and Laura Law-Millet. Following the screening of Field of Lost Shoes was a Q and A session with the filmmakers and actor David Arquette. The festivities then continued on to the Torpedo Factory for the after party.
Field of Lost Shoes is based on the Battle of New Market fought in Virginia on May 15, 1864 in the American Civil War. The film is a touching coming of age story that follows the experiences of 7 young cadets from the Virginia Military Institute as they (and their school mates) are enlisted into active battle to defend the Shenandoah Valley. The film has a stellar ensemble cast including Zach Roerig, Jason Isaacs, and Tom Skeritt.
Luke Benward plays John Wise, a governor’s son who is now a general in the South’s army. John struggles with his conflicting views over slavery and the south stance in the Civil war and his loyalty to his friends, family and defending his home. Each of the young cadets is faced with his own internal struggle against the backdrop of the impending battle, you truly feel their passions and pains as the film progresses. The love story between Mary Mouser‘s Libby and Max Lloyd-Jones‘ Sam is a heartfelt depiction of first love in all it’s beauty and awkwardness.
The film is filled with touching moments of friendship, camaraderie, and romance. Though the subject of the film is somber the film itself is gripping without being heavy-handed, there are many moments of levity in spite of the serious subject. The beautiful southern backdrop sets the scenes and the costuming allows the audience to be transported into the past.
Field of Lost Shoes is set for theatrical release in September 2014 for more information on the film follow them on their official twitter or Facebook page. Special thanks to the wonderful people of the GI film festival, and Tara for always being up for adventure.
Writing can be both cathartic and daunting, over the past few months I’ve felt an increasing pressure to create interesting content for this page and continually felt that I was failing at providing. Sadly this has led to far less posts and procrastination. Last month this blog had it’s first anniversary, a milestone that I met with both pride and melancholy, looking back I’ve accomplished so much more than I had imagined for this blog. I’ve made friends, had amazing adventures, and it’s allowed me to enter back into the world of the living. I spent much of my adult years sitting on the sidelines of my own life, never willing to fully take the risk of being present, thanks to my blog and the wonderful experiences it’s brought to me it’s opened me up to an entire world I hadn’t thought existed.
So here’s to another year of madness, and movement, of making new friends and falling more in love with life. Happy Anniversary to my blog and thanks to everyone who’s made it memorable.