I think it’s easier to read a book. And maybe put Satie on the CD player.

what did you think of the story itself?

My problem with the story is that it doesn’t explain why this mystical individual suceeded in reaching his euphoric state. Yes, he peers out his window to see the passing stars, but I do not understand why that warrants a reception of dolphins and sea-nymphs. It seems that the author echoes Einstein’s statement that “it has become appallingly obvious that out technology has exceeded our humanity,” but if that’s your bag, don’t make a webvideo about it.

I think that the concept of the video was cool, but I just didn’t have the patience to get through the whole thing. Jill, the dolphins and sea-nymphs is an H.P. Lovecraft thang. Lovecraft was a master of the mystical/fantasy/horror genre, and he was a product of his times.
Maxfield Parrish is an artist from that era. Notice the idealized fantasy of Parrish’s made up world. The first two decades of the twentieth century in America, as opposed to the German expressionist movement taking place at the same time, was full of stuff like art deco (drawn from ancient egypt) and neoclassicism. When Lovecraft references sea-nymphs, he’s playing off his culture’s love for the mystic and the ancient. Ardent euphoria…opiates…even Fitzgerald with his incessant gin and tonics and impassioned relationship with Zelda embodied this unique American take on existance. Unfortunately, with the depression, all that came to an end.
“…but if that’s your bag, don’t make a webvideo about it.” Dude, if that isn’t being a killjoy, I don’t know what is!!!

yeah, it’s a bit ironic that he made a webvideo about a story that kind of punches technology in the face. but I still like it a lot. I think I like it because I work in a cube environment. My one window, which I’m lucky to have, looks directly into a parking lot of our industrial complex. There are some trees, but they are all groomed and orderly and they stand at the edge of an airport runway.

I like this poem because it shows how one man’s passion was rewarded, if not physically (”wafted him away without touching the body”), at least emotionally. Reading the story just gives me such a sense of hope.

Why was he graced with this reward? I’m not sure. I’d like to think it was simply because he had dreams of better things and refused to accept his otherwise gray surroundings.

it looks like the guy playing the instrument has a mullet