Once Again, Last Minute Planning

[debka_notion]

This seems to be my summer for last-minute-y stuff. I've got to finish my plans for getting to and from New York this weekend, and then Dave's here for most of the weekday part of the week, and then I think I'm off again. I think like is gearing up a notch or two for a bit, then a calm (including about a week of being home on my own) and then camp, and back to school. WHen you look at it in encapsulated form like that, it seems like no time at all. And yet- it's about a month. Time seems entirely too flexible for something that's supposed to be measurable. I've never understood how something can feel so different, and yet still be effectively measured in the same way.

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Time on Screen...

[shorr.livejournal.com]

And yet, you experience cinema as hyper-realism. One of the most fundamental "tricks" of cinema is the ability to convincingly and compellingly "warp" the experience of time. Watch "Gone With the Wind", and by the end of it, there is an equal credibility to the sense that three hours had gone by, and that several years had gone by over the course of the film. It happens with books, too (real-time passes while you're reading, the narrative's time passes at a different pace, and sometimes, with books, like with movies, a third type of time passes -- the sort that passes when you're really engrossed, and hours pass before you realize to look at a clock)

When it comes down to it, it seems to me that they are different types of time altogether -- there's real time, perceived time, and narrative time, each of which is felt (yes, felt, somehow, experienced) in a similar, but different way.

-AzS