I'm Benji, AKA Dangersquirrel, a 24-year-old cis het white guy in Vancouver, WA. Unschooler, journalist, quidditch player, Jewish atheist, striving every day to challenge the systems that give me privilege at the expense of others.
I donât know if this account has been too stagnant to get any attention, but in the off chance this finds people who would appreciate it, here are my Oscars 2023 predictions, rankings, and reviews:
The movies are dead, long live the movies. This year, for the first time, I have seen every single Oscar nominee. I didnât really plan for t
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As a Jewish atheist, sometimes I have to dig deep to find the meanings in my traditions. This is on top of what is already a culture of retelling and reimagining the stories that provide the basis for our holidays. So when Hanukkah came around this year, I decided that what I need to learn from it this year is to try things even when it seems like theyâll never work; to not let slim odds mean giving up.
But on Thursday night I learned that after years and years living with chronic illnesses, my Mama is now coming to the end of her life.
It is strange to me that so many people in my life have never met her. Iâm sitting right now on my 24th birthday, at my gate at PDX waiting to board an all too familiar flight to DIA to say goodbye, and those few hundred miles have never felt like a longer distance to be separated. For anyone who knows me but has never met her, let me assure you: if there is anything you like or appreciate about me, she is almost definitely at least partially responsible.
I cannot even describe my sadness, I will not even try. But last night, with the menorah fully lit for the last night of Hanukkah, I found another new meaning in the candles. See, as the Hanukkah candles burn, the shamash is usually the first one to burn out, for a number of reasons: It is the first one to be lit, of course, and as it is used to light other candles, the tilting of the flame causes it to melt faster. But most importantly, as it sits in the middle of the menorah, it is surrounded by the heat of all the candles that bear its flames. And when the shamash goes out, it is undeniable that the light it has passed on far outshines any one candle.
Why Iâm Cutting My Hair After 20 Years of White âDreadlocksâ
Iâve had the same hair since I was very young. Reports range from 3 to 6 years old, so, the last 17-20 years. The story goes that one day I told my mom I didnât want her to brush my hair, and she told me it would turn into dreadlocks if she didnât, and I looked at some pictures and said yes, that, that is what I want.Â
The thing is, that was 20 years ago. Since then Iâve learned a lot, and itâs time for a change, for a few reasons.
Cultural Appropriation
I put this first because itâs the most important reason, and because itâs maybe the most âcontroversialâ? Iâm not sure why it would be that way but it is. See, dreadlocks are not mine to have. They are undeniably intertwined with Black history and culture. Itâs easy to see it as not a big deal, but thatâs not the kind of ally I want to be. Hell, even most of the Black folks I know donât actually mind white people having dreadlocks. But itâs not a personal thing, itâs a systemic thing. Who cares if I have good intentions? What matters to me is the effects, and no amount of intention can change the fact that my hair being this way has few downsides if any, while having dreadlocks can lead to specific microaggressions and other effects of racism for black people. That double standard still exists, which pretty much reinforces the point that culturally, dreadlocks belong to Black people.Â
For quite some time, I attached myself to ideas like âMy hair is really just like locked hair from old Jewish cultures*, not appropriated dreadlocks!â or âI wouldnât make the same mistake of appropriating a hairstyle today, but I was so young I didn't know any better and now itâs too attached to my identity.â But when people see me, is that what they think? Or do they see a white hippie who uses dreadlocks as a marker of counterculture in total disregard of potential harm? In a time when itâs more important than ever to find solidarity with marginalized communities, I cannot present myself in a way that might make people within those communities uncomfortable.Â
Upkeep and hygiene
One of the reasons dreads are for Black people is that white hair doesnât form the same shapes, making it harder to clean sometimes. Mine mats instead of spiraling for the most part, which means dirt gets in, and I have to wash it constantly, and then the water gets in, and then it has to be dried as thoroughly as possible to prevent it from literally rotting. It was pretty easy to keep it dry when I lived in Denver, but in the Pacific Northwest I honestly would not be surprised if I do not want to know what the insides of my locks look like, no matter how long I sit there burning up carbon to run the hair dryer. I have a busy life and I canât always take care of my hair in the ways it needs.
Quarter-life crisis?
Iâm gonna have to change my hair at some point. So why now? Iâve spent kind of a long time trying to think of a good, convenient, poetically symmetrical time to change something so fundamental about my identity. But it occurs to me that I donât want this to mark a change in my identity, I just want to stay the same person but with different hair. So why would I wait for a big change and pile on? Instead Iâm just doing it in the middle of regular life. Iâll miss the way it made me stand out, and Iâm expecting some dysphoric reactions for awhile, but Iâm gonna try and enjoy being able to finally look âpresentableâ every now and then, and knowing Iâm living more in line with the anti-racist principles I believe in.
Anyway, thatâs my overly long reasoning. Please follow there links for further reading!
*Is this really a thing, or just a Fake News excuse people use? I cannot tell.
If "Never Forget" means "never let it go," then maybe we should forget.
If "Never Forget" means "keep searching for someone to blame, someone to punish," then maybe we should forget.
If "Never Forget" means passing along our collective trauma, doling it out to the rest of the world via drone, then maybe we should forget.
If "Never Forget" takes the form of nationalism, a spark that ignites a flame of fascism that has slowly spread from a dry heat to a raging inferno over the last 16 years, then maybe we should forget.
The people who lost loved ones on that day cannot forget. The first responders who saved some and lost some and lost themselves cannot forget. But we do them a disservice when we turn their pain into our pain which we cannot handle. If we cannot make "Never Forget" mean "Never forget the damage of state-sponsored violence, exploitation, collective punishment, and xenophobia," then maybe we should forget.
Maybe we should forget 9/11, the same way we forget the victims of the violence perpetrated by the United States in the name of not forgetting.
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Better late than never. 2017 is officially the only year for which I have seen every single Academy Award nominee for Best Picture (damn you, âThe Reader!â), so Iâve got reviews of all 9 films. I know the ceremony was awhile ago but movies are ageless (and I wrote at least a few of these before they happened) so here you have it:Â
Moonlight
I mean, really.
Filmed beautifully. Written beautifully. Acted beautifully. An expression of a perspective that is so invisiblized, articulated with unparalleled artistry. Possibly my only complaint would be that the jumping from one era to the next left some things a little bit underexplored both times. I would have liked to see a little bit more evidence of the loss of Mahershala Aliâs character. His acting stood out in a movie that was chock full of stunning performances.
I really and truly think that the Oscars should consider whether a movie is important, what its impact is. It doesnât get much more important than this.Â
Hidden Figures
Truly delightful. I cannot believe that it took this long to tell this story, because it was made for the big screen. I hope we are finally to the point where this can be a regular occurrence. Every actor in this movie is a damn cinnamon roll and I love them so much. I know some people object to the Kevin Costner character who made some advances on behalf of the main characters that no white man actually did in real life, and I see why thatâs problematic. Thereâs a frustrating dynamic in civil rights movements where usually to get progress you have to both make things happen yourself, and hope that someone on the other side will help. Costnerâs character didnât really do anything that wasnât motivated by his desire to have NASA function, though, and he did things long after they were made clearly necessary, so I thought it was pretty clear that he wasnât a white savior, but merely a pragmatist who was less-blatantly racist than, say, Jim Parsonsâ character.
Anyway, Women of Colour are amazing and good at science and there should me more movies about that.Â
Fences
The consensus criticism of this movie is actually my favourite thing about it: this is not a movie, itâs a play that someone filmed. There are lots of adaptations of stage plays but I donât know that Iâve ever seen one that does so little to obscure that itâs a play (Brighton Beach Memoirs is close though.)
Hereâs the thing, though: People need more plays! What an important play it is! What a deep story, full of thoughtful dialogue and evocative conversations and relationships. A snapshot of a reality that is underrepresented in the most popular media. Thereâs something about stage acting that gives it more profound potential than screen acting, and two powerhouses in Viola Davis and Denzel Washington maximized that potential. They were truly captivating.Â
We donât all live where we can go see these things, and those of us that do often canât afford it, so please, Hollywood, revive more black stage plays and donât shy away from keeping them in play form as opposed to adapting them. This was how the story was designed to be told.
Lion
What an epic. A dissertation on the positive side of globalism. Fantastically emotional acting by Dev Patel, although at times his depth created problems by making the other characters seem flat, the romance pollen sure had that issue. Amazing work, too, by the kid playing the younger counterpart. Cinematography reminded me of The Social Network. I appreciate the Oscarsâ semiannual reminder that India has a lot of people in it and a lot of stories to tell.Â
Arrival
Oh god, the missed potential. After watching I had to look up the short story, and while I still havenât read it I was relieved to read that it was much more detailed than the movie. I really really appreciated the cool sci-fi stuff that was included in the film, but it needed so much more science to get me on board than was actually shown onscreen. I loved the aliens and their language, significantly more creative than most alien movies, but the world-building and character-building seriously lacked, and as hard as I tried I could not make myself care as much as I wanted to. I think there was a lot of missed opportunity to create a chemistry between Amy Adams and Jeremy Renner that would have made their eventual romance seem plausible, instead weâre just left to take the movieâs word for it that they developed romantic feelings, despite never seeing much more than a professional relationship between them. A good movie, but thatâs frustrating when it could have been so much more.
La La Land
Okay, so I didnât hate it as much as I was prepared to, BUT...
Why? Just, why? Okay, I guess I should unpack this, but a lot of my issues with it are the obvious ones that anyone reading this has probably already heard before:
- Ryan Gosling cannot sing or dance well enough to star in a musical, and there were times when he dragged Emma Stone down with him.
- Emma Stone is a brilliant actor who tapped into some fantastic and wide-ranging emotions in this movie, but it is not lost on me that the character is highly autobiographical.
- I spent the majority of the movie wanting to punch Gosling in the face because that character was insufferable. Iâm glad that in the end youâre not really supposed to be rooting for them to end up together because the dude has issues. Newsflash: You Do Not Get To Declare Yourself The Defining Authority On Things Just Because You Like Them.
- The whole John-Legend-Ruins-Jazz plot really missed the mark. For the most part his blending of hip-hop and EDM elements into jazz seemed innovative and countercultural to me, whereas the argument I think it meant to make was against homogenization of music driven by capitalism. That damn trumpet line from Uptown Funk was an amusing addition though, that shit is everywhere.
- Kinda struggled to make its point at the end of the movie, lost me a little by going so meta.
- The music was ironically a little too homogenized for me to get into it like the actual vintage movie-musicals itâs based on. Or, to put it in insufferable snob terms, it overshot âreferentialâ and became too derivative.
- Costumers: we get it, you know color theory.
Essentially, this movie is fun until you take off the rose-colored nostalgia goggles and see the self-indulgence that begins to wear on you. Thereâs value there, sure, but the flaws are glaring and make it bearable at times in the context of the hype.
Hell or High Water
Supernatural with a drawl. Nothing more frustrating than a movie that doesn't know it's a comedy. Somewhere in there is a good movie about two brothers screwing over the bank that screwed them, but at some point it took an errant turn and lost itself in an attempt to be "Best Picture material." Jeff Bridges was just a cross between his character in True Grit and Tommy Lee Jones in No Country for Old Men.
Manchester by the Sea
All of the self-impressed, Mass.turbatory New England charm pushing of a Ben Affleck movie, without the benefit of a homoerotic subtext-laden Matt Damon subplot. Ultimately a well-told story ruined by the specter of knowing what a total dick Casey Affleck is. The movie equivalent of Tom Brady choking back tears about how much his dad inspires him at that Super Bowl press conference.
Hacksaw Ridge
Eew.Â
I get the whole concept that graphic violence conveys the brutal reality of war, but A) itâs gross; B) it completely dehumanized the Japanese soldiers; C) not wanting to slog through two hours of nonstop gore doesnât mean Iâm fragile or sheltered, it just means I donât need Actual Garbage Mel Gibson to mansplain violence to me; and D) any claim to classiness this movie had was lost the minute CGI blood spattered across the camera lens. You have to be trying real hard to be that extra.
Other issues include:
- The vast majority of the dialogue is actually horsecrap disguised as folksy by a series of campy accents.
- Vince Vaugn is Hollywood's fart trail and his character was incoherently cartoonish, despite being based on a real, living and breathing person.
- Most basic Daddy Issues story ever, I'm honestly pretty bored by it at this point. Even having Elrond as Spiderman's abusive drunkard father canât save the tiredness of this trope.
- The United States of America and its military are an illegitimate machine of imperialist terrorism throughout history and the globe and the protagonistâs refusal to fire a weapon does not absolve him of his complicity in their atrocities. #ComeAtMeNSA
All that said, it could have been way worse. The love interest was a surprisingly legitimate character who I enjoyed even though she seemed to fall in love with him for no reason whatsoever (a problem present in both Braveheart and La La Land as well, I might add.) And while some of the humor was in bad taste some of it added levity in the right ways at the right time. And it had a solid, classic WWII aesthetic and some honest-to-goodness heroism. Andrew Garfield is just precious enough to make the character work instead of just seeming like a dumbass.
And Another Thing, Mr. âAge of Enlightenmentâ:
Can new stories please step up their game? My top 5, and 6 of the 9 nominees, were based on either previous media or a true real-life story, 8 of the 9 if you count the fact that Manchester is just Casey Affleck's internal monologue come to life and La La Land is essentially a Remake Smoothie of every movie musical between 1950 and 1990. They were all great, but they also all suffered from the hallmark difficulties of translating their respective media to film, some to different degrees than others but even Moonlight had brief moments of "Oh, this was a play first."
I know there are good reasons why it's harder to make original movies now, so this plea isn't directed at the writers, it's at the producers, the studios, the green-lighters. And also at the distributors, the awards organizations, and to an extent the audiences. People write great stories, so can we fund them? Can we make them, show them, watch them, recognize them? Please? Thanks.
Yesterday was quite a day to be off at a quidditch tournament. Had I not been, I would have certainly figured out how to get my ass to an airport, and I am so grateful to everyone who did. Stay active, stay informed.
I learned recently about some details of how my family ended up in America. They came over from Galicia, which was then part of Austria-Hungary and is now in Poland, fleeing pogroms and conscriptions targeting Jews, enacted by the new Czar of Russia in the late 1800s.
Even then, it was not easy to immigrate, but they eventually made their home in Lincoln, Nebraska. While I have conflicting feelings about anyone from Europe coming to this colonized land, it is doubtful that my progenitors would have survived the half-century of antisemitism that followed their departure from their homeland.
I consider all humans to be my family on some level, because our worlds are all interdependent, but as a Jew I feel that each and every Muslim person on this planet is my cousin. My heart truly hurts thinking of the ways their rights are being attacked. We, of all people, need to be standing with them right now to say this has to stop, now.
Every American's story is rooted either in immigration or in indigenous, Native American origins. Donald Trump has attacked both of those concepts already, just further proof that he neither knows nor cares about the history of this country, this continent, or this world, and the imperative lessons we must learn from it. I'm glad that the reaction to the cruel and despicable ban trump enacted was so strong and swift, we need this to continue and grow.
Our soundtrack for the ride home from Bellingham is the Hamilton Mixtape, and one song in particular is as pertinent as it could ever be, so if you haven't heard it please give it a listen.
According to Associate Vice President of Planning and Effectiveness Shanda Diehl, Clarkâs Fall quarter enrollment saw only a small increase and fell significantly short of the target set by the state for consideration in future budget allocations.
Both Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are chasing the youth vote in an attempt to wrap up the presidency, but they face an uphill battle against apathy and anti-partisan sentiment among young voters.
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One reason the protest is so effective is its target audience, the demographic dubbed âFootball Americaâ by sports media. American football culture has a reputation for being right-leaning, hypermasculine, capitalistically motivated and socially conservative.
In addition to the chorale, Duvic directs the Clark College Concert Choir and Womenâs Choral Ensemble and teaches several classes. She has a degree in vocal performance from Whitman College and a Master of Science in teaching, with an emphasis in music, from Portland State University. Duvic will be retiring at the end of Spring quarter after 26 years of teaching and directing.
ASCC delayed the deadline to apply for Executive Council positions earlier this week from May 2 to May 13 in order to allow time for more candidates to complete their applications, according to ASCC Public Relations Director Ian Williams.
If the proposal is finalized, students enrolling for 1 to 10 credits will pay $8 per credit, and students enrolling for 10 to 18 credits will pay $4 per credit. This represents a $0.40 and $1 increase, respectively.
At 70,000 square feet, the three-story building is the largest on campus. Featuring several upgrades over current facilities, the finished project will be a âstate-of-the-art facilityâ for STEM classes, according to the Clark College Foundationâs Director of Communications Rhonda Morin.
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Over the next week or so Iâm gonna have links to all the articles Iâve written for the Clark College Independent over the last year queued up to post. Some of them are great and some kinda suck, some of them are specific to the school and some are more general. Read if youâre interested but mostly I just want to put them out there and gather them in one place.
For a long time, I have avoided making a big deal about Hanukkah, because the only reason it is seen as a big deal is because itâs become the Jewish alternative to christmas. I do not want the value of my holidays to be determined by what parts of the prevailing culture they âcorrespondâ with. Iâm a big fan of winter, and of candles, and of latkes, and I do enjoy receiving presents, but in an act of defiance, I do not think Hanukkah is a big deal.Â
This year, I canât help but find a lot more meaning in it all than I usually do. For anyone who doesnât know, the story of Hanukkah is that in the second century BCE, the Syrian king Antiochus IV invaded Jerusalem, destroyed the temple, and imposed laws banning the practice of Judaism at risk of death. But a small group of poorly armed resistors, the Maccabees (Hebrew for âHammersâ) who had fled to the hills fought back, and drove Antiochusâ armies out against all odds. Legend has it that when the Jews returned to the temple, they relit the Nir Tamid, the light in the temple that is to remain burning at all times, with just enough oil to last for one day. But the oil burned for an improbable eight days, enough time to produce more oil to keep it going and rebuild the temple. Hence the âfestival of lights,â and the eight days with eight candles, and the traditional foods fried in oil.
Hanukkah has always drawn metaphors about finding hope in the dark times, and about fighting battles that seem hopeless, but this is the first year where I have felt that personally useful. The fight for justice and equality in this world has become so grim, and the weight of it is crushing. Tonight, when I light my candles, I will be thinking about every time that the determination of my ancestors carried them through attacks on their way of life, and I will try to find hope in the light, and strength to keep going even when it seems there is not enough left in me.Â
I wish to always be a modern Maccabee: a strong-willed resistance fighter, working against violence, injustice, and intolerance, despite the odds.
May we all be surprised by how long our vial of oil will last.