Playtime for real

As I type this, I am enjoying a beer by my lonesome at the JFK airport waiting for my next flight to Boston. I cant help but to think about that movie Playtime and some of its implications. Right now, I feel "at home in the crowd and alone in the crowd." There are some really interesting conversations I am overhearing here, and people EVERYWHERE walking all over the place carrying various bags and items. As we briefly discussed in class, I find myself making up stories about these people. I wonder where they are going and what their stories are. I guess where I'm going with this, is that I am more sensitive to my experiences had I not taken this class. It reminds me of how my experience watching movies has changed through my studies. The question is, are my experiences genuine in the sense that I'm just letting them happen naturally, or am I constantly scanning for hints of things that I am reading about. Im really not sure how I feel about this, but nonetheless it is interesting. It's nice to read about this stuff, but it is even more engaging to find yourself actively living and reacting to these experiences.

The second part of this experience is the idea that a place like NYC is completely overrun with advertising and direct/indirect attempts to take my money. It seems as though my psychogeographic impression of the city at first glance is that it appears to be nothing but an opportunity to spend money. I paid $8 for a pint of blue moon (without an orange)! My perceptions of this space are somewhat altered from the studies we engaged in this semester.

I have to catch my flight right now, but I will report more on my findings and experiences as they happen along my journey.