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In the blockbuster film Avatar, science fiction and the technological prowess of director James Cameron meet in a heady concoction that, while visually ravishing, could easily be dismissed as "eye candy." While critics most frequently acclaimed its breakthrough 3-D technology, close scrutiny of the film raises provocative questions about the relationship between mind and body, appearance and reality. It brings into focus the relationships of humans to their technology, their planet, and each other and highlights the nature and potential of film itself. This work explores the theoretical and philosophical issues brought to bear in Avatar, exploring the spaces between human and machine; technology and nature; chick flick and action-adventure; and old-fashioned storytelling and cutting-edge technology. Central to its analysis is an examination of the extent to which Avatar melds the seer and the seen, illuminating an alternative visual paradigm.
About the Author
Ellen Grabiner teaches visual cultural studies and cinema and media studies in the communications department at Simmons College in Boston.
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One of my favorite authors died this week. Anne McCaffrey. The obits mentioned her first story. I knew I had read it long ago. As I thought of her passing I wanted to read it again. I knew I had the book it was in.
I looked on the shelves of my library. I couldn't find it. It had been misplaced.
In order to see into the bottom shelf I had to get down on the floor and slide on my belly like a seal seeking the water at the edge of an ice flow. Because of my weight and profound elderliness, this was quite a strenuous activity.
I managed to rise and flop into my chair. I caught my breath and bearings. I decided to buy the ebook. None were available. By chance my journeys online brought me to the story posted somewhere by someone for some reason or other.
The Ship Who Sang. 1969. It is not a long read.
As I thought of the passing of Anne McCaffrey I wanted to read her first story.
I read it. And then I wept.
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So often, no matter how terrible people feel, something small may give them pause. Seeing a man with a big white beard, maybe wearing a long red scarf, or a red cap (and maybe, no I didn't hear the jingle of a single bell, did I?) like seeing a ghost out of the corner of their eye, because if you are going to see a ghost most likely it will be out of the corner of your eye, sparks a memory.
I see it a lot during this time of year.
With little children it is obvious.
With aging children it is more subtle.
We know who you look like.
I sure like to see it. Perhaps just a moment of feeling something Christmas.
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My Best Audience.
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Just wanted to pray this morning. All Saints. Last night now I lay me down to sleep I thought I need to pray at Mass tomorrow. Eight a.m. sign on the Chapel door: no 8am Mass. Come back at 12:15.
God turns His back & smiles.
God turns Her back & smiles.
It was a non stop no holds barred day 7-6 but I broke free for an hour and made it back to Emmanuel College for Mass.
Perhaps I prayed for you. Let's hope so.
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