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Sometimes I take things for granted. I forget what’s important.
We have toiled away for many (many) years on this site. Late last month in fact, we quietly slipped past the five-year anniversary of GeekvsGoth.com. During our half decade of doing this, a great deal has changed in our lives.
The site has been the one thing that has consistently endured. Sometimes we wander off (and by we I mean me) but we always return to it.
Receiving a copy of In the Land of the Head Hunters in the mail the other day reminded me what we do all of this for. Getting access to this film was more than a little like receiving a crumbling scrap of the Magna Carta or a map to an ancient treasure in a bubble wrap envelope.
This film is an actual treasure. As Canadian film fanatics, how could we not jump at the chance to get our grubby mitts on the oldest surviving feature film made in Canada?
“The damn truth only works if everybody’s telling it. If it’s only you, it’s useless.”
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Once again I’m confounded by my inadequacy. I feel I’m utterly inappropriate to review this video, not because I can’t express my reactions to it, but because it hits so close to home.
With 1981, writer/director Ricardo Trogi has crafted (and narrated) a work based on his own life. The details may vary slightly — I’m not a particular fan of hockey or the Seventies rock band KISS — and in other aspects very greatly, but the end result moved me to tears at the vivid mirror it held up to my past.
Our page “about Geek vs Goth” is more spirited than serious, but it is, in fact, all true.
There’s more to the story, though. And on this, our five-year anniversary, why not expound?
It began even earlier, in 2006, when I lost my mother to cancer. As a father myself, the loss affected me in an unexpected way. I realized there was nothing more to be shared, no stories, no opinions, no thoughts on what my mother had loved, nor why…
“I would not remind you of that which you know so well.” (Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan)
Today a living legend became simply legend.
In the days to come thousands, maybe millions, will celebrate the late Leonard Nimoy, who has passed away at the age of 83. They will ruminate on his faith, his photography and, of course, whether he was or was not Spock.
I know too little of the man himself to add much to those conversations. I have only my memories, associations, and an odd kind of ruefulness.