Shrink Wrap

I remember querying my relatively invisible audience about 127 Hours, and search is not coughing up the post, so I either left it at Live Journal, where I wiped out my account finally because whatever was left I decided would find its way back into my concerns, and I'm watching the film now on the CW, with the realization that both Aron Ralston and James Franco are of a generation long past me. (According to anecdotal dating, I am technically a baby boomer though I am almost a decade younger than the poet Robert Thomas.) Ralston is gen X? My era never looked at Utah's unique landscape as a thrill ride, a drug alternative, and I could never treat the landscape the way Ralston does. Those of my era did not see environment as an extreme sport. For us it was a spiritual responsibility, conserving environment. 

Rahman's score, however, was always the tempo at which my mind moved, a genetic inclination toward dance. All things being equal, I will not be passing on the torch with the same rapidity as Christopher Hitchen's fall to cancer, but it's Ralston's set from whom I'm seeking better solutions when bodies are vulnerable. I don't know if your ears are deaf, but perhaps they're tin, and I am a peevish echo in the reeds?