I can’t help but feel an inherent sadness at the sight of a young bride standing alone on the sidewalk outside a small-town bar at one o’ clock in the morning, staring vacantly down the dark and empty street. I wonder if this is how she imagined the evening would go.
I have finally watched The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. Yes, for the first time. Those who know me at all, especially those who lived through the early 2000s with me, will appreciate what an astonishing statement this is to hear from me. But I burnt out a bit after the fervid activity of acquisition and consumption that filled the years of the LotR movies for me, and that, combined with the general business that has been my life in recent years, made me inimical to the idea of giving any attention whatsoever to the buildup to the release of the first Hobbit movie. There was a last-minute Christmastime push to read The Hobbit to my eldest son, with an eye to finishing in time to then take him to a theatrical showing as a birthday treat, but by mid-January the film’s release had already left our corner of the world behind, so we have waited until now.
Which is why ‘mobile’ is the wrong adjective. These are ‘proximal’ devices: the ones we always have near to hand.
"Proximal device" – I really like the sound of that.