I have a confession to make. I ate meat (from Qwantz.com) over Tet. It was partly just tradition, partly to please my parents, and partly just because I miss it. I guess it was like my own personal Carnival. If you don’t want the linguistics lesson, it’s a festival in Rio and New Orleans (called Mardi Gras) where people go crazy on meat (and other pleasures) before Lent.
And speaking of Carnival, another show I got into recently was Carnivale. I’m only through with the first of two seasons, but it seems really interesting. The story is set in the Great Depression, as a boy in the Dust Bowl joins a traveling carnival. There’s a bit of magical realism — some people in the group seem to have supernatural powers — and a great deal of mystery as the boy tries to find his roots. There’s also overarching themes of destiny versus free will and good versus evil. (Where is the avatar of our generation?) You get a great sense of this from the opening alone, which is amazingly done. (If you want to see all the symbolism behind the cards, check this out.)
Another really cool point about the show is how accurate it’s supposed to be of the times. For one thing, it really makes you see all the hyperbole about our current mess for what it is. We don’t have it nearly as bad as anyone in the show. And secondly, it’s interesting to look back and see how much society has changed. In a hundred years, will people make a show about how things are now? What will they think of the practices we take for granted? And will they be more or less permissive than we are now? Maybe Utahraptor is right, and future societies will look back in scorn or disgust at my vegetarianism.
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