Make It Memorable

Life Experiences

It’s a cliche, but it’s true. Those of us who are in our 30s and above have probably noticed that the older we get, the more time seems to speed by, whereas when we were younger, things seemed slower. Obviously this is all due to perception – time passes at the same rate no matter how old we are, after all – but the question is, why? Why do the days seem to fly by so much faster at 40 or 50 than it does at 20?

Business Insider has an interesting take on this issue, and some good food for thought on what we can do about it. What it comes down to is not age, but novelty of experiences:

Ask an older person to recall their most vivid memories, and there’s a good chance that many of them will come from the same time period – between the ages of 15 and 30.

That’s the time period when six of the 10 most important events in a person’s life typically happen, according to a 2004 study: starting school, going to college, getting their first job, falling in love, getting married, and having children.

Psychologists call this phenomenon the “reminiscence bump,” and it helps explain why our earlier years seem so much more memorable than life after 30.

“The key to the reminiscence bump is novelty,” Claudia Hammond wrote in her book “Time Warped.”

“The reason we remember our youth so well is that it is a … time for firsts – first sexual relationships, first jobs, first travel without parents, first experience of living away from home, the first time we get much real choice over the way we spend our days.”

Because so many of our experiences during this time are fresh and new to us, our perception of them is “stretched out”, making these years seem longer and fuller. As we get older and settle into a comfortable routine – family, career, home – things start to feel more repetitive, more rote. And as a result, even though life in general tends to be less difficult, more prosperous and happier during this time, the days and experiences can start to feel like they’re blending together, giving the perception that time is moving faster.

The good news is, the “reminiscence bump” doesn’t have to be confined to our younger years. We can always bring it back and make things seem longer, fuller and less routine. The trick is to keep our life experiences fresh and different. Sure, that can be harder to do the older we get and the more settled and comfortable we get in life, but it’s never too late. Going on an exotic vacation, moving, changing careers, starting a new relationship or friendship, taking on new hobbies – the possibilities are endless, and can be tailored to our individual lives. The point is to keep introducing a reasonable amount of novelty into our lives, because that means creating new and unique memories.

As the article’s author puts it:

…you should punctuate your adult life with fresh experiences without going overboard. As the [book’s] authors wrote, the old saying is “variety is the spice of life,” not “variety is the entrée of life.”
“Nobody dines on pepper and oregano,” they wrote. “A little novelty can go a long way.”

I doubt that there is anyone on this Earth who loves their routine more than yours truly does. But if this isn’t a good reason to break out of it and shake things up a bit, I don’t know what is.

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Christmas Card by Edward Hopper (1928)

Albert R. Broccoli and the Hallmark Channel Know More than All the Psychologists in the United States. Combined.

The Lovely Mrs. Firefly and I have recently stumbled onto the Hallmark Channel. It is incredible! I recommend it to anyone interested in storytelling, script writing or any type of fiction writing. It has become a running joke of mine that I will flip over to it and within 15 seconds call out the entire plot that will ensue in the next hour, or so.

Her and I will check off boxes;
single woman from big city with high stress job? Check
Plot point that strands her in a quaint, small town days before Christmas? Check
Big city boyfriend obsessed with career who won’t propose? Check
Hunky, flannel wearing guy in small town who protagonist meets and is initially irritated with because he does not have big city characteristics. Check
Children are always added to the mix. Children who need something the protagonist can help with.
And the hunky guy has a mother or sister who confides with the protagonist.
Also, interestingly, the protagonist usually has a female back in the big city who communicates with her, and is also almost like a slave (a friend or employee who the protagonist can fire off remote demands to).
I am not exaggerating when I state that there are hours upon hours of these 90 minute vignettes that play out, one after another, with almost no difference but the faces and names.

And, just as Hallmark has figured out a formula and is running with it, there are other channels that have formulae for men: sports, of course. But what about James Bond movies? You can easily create a checklist for those and you could time the elements appearing on screen with the regularity of a Swiss commuter train.

Why do Hallmark and Ian Fleming write what they write? Because they want to make money.

Men want to be a hero and rescue the girl. Women want to have cozy, domesticity. No, not all. But it is hard-wired into most all of us.

Yet, all around there are Psychologists, Teachers, Politicians… Ignoring this. Actively building a society in opposition to this. Psychologists keep prescribing more and more anti-anxiety and anti-depression medication as the percentages of people suffering from those afflictions climbs. Teachers dismiss more and more students from class to head to the Office for their medication as the number of children suffering from anxiety and depression climbs. Why, oh why is everyone so miserable?

It’s madness.

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Bullied To Death By The Left

Ames

One of the regular arguments we hear from the feminist Left is that we should embrace pornography because it’s “empowering”: women sell their own bodies, make a lot of money and it’s their choice, so who gets hurt, right? Bodily autonomy and all that. Well, a porn star named August Ames learned just how quickly leftist “social justice warriors” can turn on you for any perceived slight, and the result was a horrible tragedy.

It started five days ago, when the 23 year-old adult film actress tweeted that she had refused to shoot a film with a gay co-star:

For those who aren’t aware of the context here, it’s an “open secret” in the adult film industry that, despite the full availability of birth control, AIDS and other STDs tend to spread among gay performers like wildfire, and many actresses avoid performing with them to avoid catching anything. Having made hundreds of films in the industry, Ames was definitely savvy to this. However, liberal SJWs saw her tweet and did what they did best – freaked out and jumped to the worst conclusion imaginable, accusing Ames of homophobia. Because you know, when I see a millennial female porn star living in L.A., I immediately assume she’s a Bible-thumping redneck homophobe. But logic meant nothing to the SJW lynch mob, who took to cyberbullying her constantly, calling her a hateful bigot even after she had explained the context of her tweet and maintained that she was far from homophobic.

That did nothing to appease them. They continued to insult and bully her relentlessly, some even telling her to kill herself. One of them, a “pansexual” SJW, tweeted at her, “the world is awaiting your apology or for you to take a cyanide pill. Either or, we’ll take it.”

After several days of this, she left this tweet in her defense:

And a final tweet on the matter that simply read, “fuck y’all”.

The next day, Ames, who had suffered from depression, hung herself.

Liberals wasted no time in dancing on her grave with insulting tweets continuing to call her a bigot, and are continuing to do so. That’s how much the “feminist” left cares about letting women have control of their own bodies: they will dictate who women have sex with, and if you are even perceived as disagreeing, they will bully you until you commit suicide and then spit on your grave.

Keep that in mind the next time a liberal tells you that we have to let babies be torn apart in the womb because “we can’t tell women what to do with their own bodies”.

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Angels Announcing the Birth to Shepherds by Govert Flinck (1639)

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Who Was Your Favorite Scrooge?

Scrooge

So, now that the Christmas season is in full swing and there’s a movie in theaters about the writing of A Christmas Carol, it seems like a good time to ask you, fellow Threedonians, what is your favorite screen version of Ebenezer Scrooge?

Everyone remembers the classic versions, of course, the ones we grew up on: Reginald Owen (1938), Alistair Sim (1951) or maybe George C. Scott (1984). But we’ve had plenty of other renditions as well: Michael Caine playing scrooge opposite the Muppets, a goofy Bill Murray in Scrooged!, an animated Jim Carrey version a few years back, a romantic take on Scrooge starring Matthew McConaughey (Ghosts of Girlfriends Past), and even a hot female Scrooge.

So plenty of options to choose from. But for me, my personal favorite is Patrick Stewart, from the underrated 1999 TV movie. Stewart was absolutely brilliant as Scrooge, embodying the character down to his very being (not surprising, considering that he played Scrooge for many years on the stage). In the gritty early scenes, he infuses the character with an inner darkness and a soul-sickness that palpably shows us how thoroughly greed and self-interest has poisoned his humanity. And at the end, when he finds his redemption, he truly makes us believe that his long-dormant spirit has been restored, adding some wonderful actor’s touches like gagging for a few moments before letting out a hearty laugh, as if his body had forgotten how. When he overflows with joy in the final scenes and heaps love and appreciation upon his long-suffering assistant Bob Cratchit (Richard E. Grant) and his nephew Fred (Dominic West)’s family, we want to cheer.

This was also the first version of A Christmas Carol to incorporate CGI, and while it looks a bit dated by 2017 standards, it’s used sparingly and quite artfully to bring the story’s more supernatural elements to life in a way audiences had never seen before at that point. And the filmmakers add scenes that give the story extra punch, such as a montage of different people around the world singing “Silent Night”, or a scene near the end when Scrooge walks nervously into a church and joins his fellow worshippers in song, having been reminded that there is indeed something to worship.

It’s a fine film that respects Dickens’ vision while making it fresh for new generations, and while Stewart will not be remembered as the definitive Scrooge, his is definitely my favorite version of the character.

What’s yours?

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