If you really want to know about me, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born and all that David Copperfield crap, but the very first thing you’re going to learn is that I count Catcher in the Rye among the most overrated novels of all time. I do love its opening sentence, though, and there’s very little I like more in this world than a good literary homage.
I’m not sure where I should begin – this is mostly an exercise in procrastination and self-indulgence rather than an actual attempt to inform a bunch of strangers of the particulars of my life – but maybe I’ll start with the title of my blog, “sic visum superis.” It’s Latin for “as it pleases the Gods” and it’s from Ovid’s Metamorphoses, which I’ve actually never read; I lifted the quote from John Webster’s play The Duchess of Malfi. Take from it what you will, since I’m not quite sure why I love the phrase so much – I don’t believe in any God or Gods, though I do apparently revere the idea of a higher power enough to capitalize the word.
In terms of what I like to post in this space, it really depends on my mood. I generally keep my posts to TV- or film-related material, with the occasional funny meme thrown in. I very rarely reblog items I find lacking substance; this is a category of items in which I include black and white pictures of cigarettes and photos of beautiful people holding each others’ hands complete with a lens flare in the background and some insipid quote superimposed in the foreground. Blech. (Then again, you might find my West Wing screencaps insipid, in which case you probably shouldn’t follow me anyways since I’m an Aaron Sorkin fanboy – and frequent apologist.) Wow, this is turning out to be a grouchy tirade against a large majority of tumblr users, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll just stick to talking about myself.
As you might have gleaned if you read on the home page, my name is Lucas. I live and go to school in Toronto, and though I’m not a native Torontonian, I can be counted on to often-mindlessly hate on Rob Ford or the TTC when called for. I go to Glendon College, which is technically part of York University, but I like to pretend it’s not (for reasons only other Glendonites can understand.) I’m doing a bilingual double major in International Studies and English. In many ways, both of my majors are about exploring the world, just by different means, and I do very much love academia. (This is actually true, despite my frequent protestations at everything about school – classes, exams, essays, presentations, classmates, professors, etc. – that I like to subject my followers to in capital letters on Twitter.) When I grow up, I want to be a trained lawyer working for the Department of Foreign Affairs somewhere in the world at a Canadian embassy, but my dream job is to be a speechwriter for a Liberal Prime Minister.
Personality wise, I’m generally amiable, though often quiet in public. If it means anything to anyone, I’m an INTJ. I’m an only child and I don’t think I have many of the stereotypical qualities imbued by only child haters – I’m neither spoiled nor self-entitled, though I do need a lot of daily alone time and will get very cranky if I don’t get it. The quality I find most important in a friend – more than caring or loyalty or intelligence – is humour; if you can make me truly laugh, you’re a winner.
A quick note on my interests and then I’ll stop blathering. Like anyone with the ability to hear, I love music – I mostly listen to movie scores, classical music and showtunes, though I’m slavishly addicted to shameless pop singers like Britney Spears, Celine Dion and Whitney Houston. In the past few years, I’ve really gotten in to film, but I’m not knowledgeable or cool enough to drop Kurosawa references – I’m still trying to explore the mainstream, American classics before moving on to worldlier material. I’m also an avid follower of the film awards season. I love to read as well, both classics and modern stuff; my favourite authors include Michael Cunningham, Michael Chabon, Edward Albee, Jonathan Franzen, Leo Tolstoy and, like all kids of my generation, J.K. Rowling. I’m the kind of person who would rather go to a bar than a club, mostly because I don’t like loud music and sweaty people; I’ve been to, maybe, two concerts in my life, and I much prefer to frequent the orchestra/ballet/opera. In short, I’m an old man with a taste for certain modernities.
If you’ve made it this far, it probably means that you’re a stalker, so I might as well tell you now that my father is pretty badass and if you try to bully or stalk me, he WILL backtrace your e-mails and report you the Cyber Police and the OPP. If you come near me, CONCEQUENCES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
That’s all.
