There have been studies done with people blind or deaf from birth, and the consensus is that deafness is more isolating. That even if you see, you don't share conversations, you don't hear voice modulations to give emotion to communication. Deaf children do much better in a school that's geared to deafness, but even that isolates them as a group from the rest of society.
Blindness is less isolating because the emotional cues are present in voices, and the sounds of society are a background and an atmosphere through which most people move everyday. The blind are in the midst of that, too. So while they may not be able to describe a sunset, they can appreciate the wonder and joy in the voice of someone describing a sunset.
Which to me would mean a lot more than seeing it and being unable to share the emotion of it.
I just spent a very enjoyable 2+ hrs watching Sea Hawk for the first time.
I know he was a cad of the first order but by golly, Errol Flynn sure knew what to do with his physical gifts (err, I mean cinematically, not rogering underaged girls.) The last big sword fight was grand. Especially the bit in the ballroom where you see the giant shadows of the duelists looming in the background.
Brenda Marshall was a bit of a wet blanket in a thankless love interest role, but all is forgiven because Flora Robson as Elizabeth was AWESOMENESS PERSONIFIED. I've seen a lot of cinematic Elizabeth but she may just be my favourite.
I love the Sea Hawk! So much better than Captain Blood, which is itself pretty good.
So depressing watching The Adventures of Don Juan because Flynn looks so bloathy and dissipated and coke damaged.
(Also from 2002: "$7.75 for a [movie] ticket? That's insane!")
Tell 2002!Sunil that 2012!Sunil just found $100 and can afford a movie.
I think many of our college-aged selves could stand a good thumping.
My college-aged self could use a good hug. And maybe to get laid.
I was so fucking...an improvement from high school me, who thought using the Word thesaurus made him sound intelligent, but still kind of full of myself.
So could mine, tommyrot. Also my current self.
My college self was lucky enough to get laid--Peyton Place had nothing on the college radio station--but she let it matter too much. I'd tell her, "Yes, sleep with him, but try not to cry so much over him. He has his uses, but heartache isn't one of them."
What would be more helpful, of course, is if I sat down with my college-age self and explained for an hour or two about "why your approach to things often doesn't work."
Oh, and I'd say, "Take math and science courses, really."
