This is the distribution of mass in the different planets, Mercury, Venus, Mars, and Earth making up just 1%.
And this is a distribution of all the mass in the solar system, including the sun - all the planets make up that tiny line up the top, 0.14% left over after the sun…
→ like I am a little wary about the movie just because the book means so much to me
→ but when you watch the stuff they have released so far
→ you should try to remember that they are scenes of some of the most quotable parts of the book
→ and the most quotable parts are the parts that are grandest and least realistic
→ and out of context (and maybe in context) they do seem the weird to hear out loud
→ all of this is to say that A CLIP CANNOT BE RELIED UPON TO ACCURATELY DISPLAY A MOVIE
→ this has been a rant
I mean, that scene is word-for-word from the book, so don’t blame the movie! :) Yes, Gus is super pretentious at the start of the story. it’s a character flaw.
Gus wants to have a big and important and remembered life, and so he acts like he imagines people who have such lives act. So he’s, like, says-soliloquy-when-he-means-monologue pretentious, which is the most pretentious variety of pretension in all the world.
And then his performative, over-the-top, hyper-self-aware pretentiousness must fall away for him to really connect to Hazel, just as her fear of being a grenade must fall away. That’s what the novel is about. That is its plot.
Gus must make the opposite of the traditional heroic journey—he must start out strong and end up weak in order to reimagine what constitutes a rich and well-lived life.
Basically, a 20-second clip from the first five minutes of a movie is not the movie.
(Standard acknowledgement here that I might be wrong, that I am inevitably defensive of TFIOS, that it has many flaws, that there’s nothing wrong with critical discussion, and that a strong case could be made that I should not insert myself into these conversations at all.)
Call Me Maybe in the musical style of Mumford & Sons
Send me a number and I’ll tell you my unpopular opinion.
1. A selection of television programs you do not care for.
2. A selection of musical artists you do not care for.
3. A selection of celebrities you couldn’t care less about.
4. A hobby you “don’t get”.
5. A habit you find disgusting.
6. Something in school you really liked doing that everyone else bitched over.
7. Your favorite household chore.
8. Popular video games that make you go “meh”.
9. PC or MAC?
10. A sport you don’t like, for whatever reason.
11. A sport you really like, for whatever reason.
12. Television programs you love but have gotten shit for liking.
13. Musical artists you love but have gotten shit for liking.
14. A hobby you have/find interesting that other people bother you over/make fun of.
15. A habit you have that other people bug you over.
16. Something in school you hating doing and it felt like everyone else loved.
17. The household chore that makes you want to shoot your own face off.
18. A selection of video games that you enjoy that perhaps you really shouldn’t.
19. A celebrity crush that maybe even you don’t understand.
20. Free rant on whatever grinds your gears at the moment.
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
Oh, Hank. You had no idea…
I did actually. I called John after I read it and I said “this is going to change your whole entire life. If you think what we have is big now, this is going to be so much bigger.”
I thought it was so good that I was more scared that excited. I didn’t want the book to take over as the central thing in Nerdfighteria. I want Nerdfighteria to be about remembering to be awesome and thinking hard about people and situations and the world…and I was worried this book was going to be so big that it would usurp all of those things and Nerdfighteria would just be people who like TFiOS.
That fear was unfounded…for the most part…but I did not under-estimate TFiOS. I knew from the moment I put it down that it was going to be a very big deal, that just would have been a really weird thing to say in a video.
Thanks to you all for being more than fans of a book…or of a YouTube show.
Okay guys lets get this stuff unpacked.
Karen’s stuff…Some supplies…Karen…
DOOOYOUHEAR THE PEEEOPLE SING
SINGING A SOOONG OF AANGRY MEN
IT IS THE MUUUSIC OOF A PEEEOPLE WHO
ECHOES THE BEEEA TING OOFTHE DRUMS
THERE IS A LIFE ABOOUT TO STARTWHENTOMOOORROW COOOOOOOMES!!
I think this should be the new way to read music rather than the notes and stuff