Now, normally I'm not one to ask for help, so everyone keeping up with this blog will just have to suffer through videos that have sub par audio and visual qualities.
Speaking of visual qualities (awesome segue) I'd like to contextualize the video up top, and since the little girl is obviously the star of the picture, let me give her a story. Juxtaposing me, she couldn't be happier to be awake and about at 5:30 in the morning, staring in awe what must've looked like a wall of moving patterns and colors. Lacan's theory of the gaze and the glance would say that those in positions of power gaze at and objectify the other in order to better understand their own existence, yet here was this girl--arguably the most alert person at the gate at this godforsaken hour--who was putting together a story in her head of the identically dressed men only to have it flutter away once she realized her mother (I'm assuming) hadn't taken her eyes off of her and wanted to play some more. And there I was taking it all in with a camera and applying my own assumptions on the entire situation. Likewise, anyone reading this will apply what he/she believes relevant to the situation and attempt to fill the blanks in my narrative--why am I filming children?--the narratives of the men in uniform--were they off for a deployment, off on leave, or simply hanging out together in the airport before they had to go their separate ways?--and the narrative of the littler girl--what could she possibly thinking as she stared at a group of people who's job it was to ensure that she have a home be able to live free of fear of enemies, foreign and domestic.
As I get older and the all-nighters catch up to me, I forget how much I hated sleeping as a kid. After all, time spent sleeping could have been better spent playing; then of course the energy drink was invented and my life, along with the lives of my contemporaries, went south REAL fast. 'Nonetheless' is three words put together to make one word, something I've always dug.
Before this post becomes a sappy, nostalgic contemplation of my home state and childhood, I think it's important that I state right now that I love being an adult or young adult or old teenager or wherever it is I reside in the age demographics' list. As an older younger adult-teen-person, I can take in things I see everyday and wonder about they're broader implications and ramifications and that isn't anything worth trading away--even if I would like more youthful joints sometimes.