Denison

The movie “The Social Network” was released on Friday. There was quite a lot of advance “buzz” about it, and it’s being shown in just about every movie theater in town. My favourite local theater is the Angelika, in Dallas – I refer to it as an “arts theater”, because it tends to show non-mainstream movies, except when a mainstream movie warrants exposure. This one does. There are enough reviews about it already, so there’s no point in adding mine, but I will say that 8.6/10 on IMDb.com is no mean feat, and I thought it was well worth the price of the ticket, and, more importantly, well worth 120 minutes of my time.

The Katy

Because I anticipated crowds, I went to an 11am performance. Before the movie started, an advert extolled the virtues of “Downtown Denison’s Arts & Cultural District”. Since I had an afternoon to fill, it seemed like a good idea to check it out. Denison is about 75 miles north of Dallas. It was founded in 1872, as a depot for “the Katy” railroad – that’s the Missouri-Kansas-Texas, or “the K-T”. It’s the birthplace of a few notable people – Dwight Eisenhower (the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces during WWII), John Hillerman (of Magnum P.I. fame), and, most recently, “Sully” Sullenberger, who “landed” US Airways flight 1549 in the Hudson River last year. Denison has suffered the fate of so many railroad towns, and the “historic downtown” area is depressed, and depressing.

A mural in Denison

It may seem that there’s no relationship between the movie and Denison, but there is. It’s history repeating itself. The railroads made people and cities rich, because they fulfilled a need at the time, as do internet social networks (or internet anything, for that matter) now. But we humans are fickle, slaves to fashion and “progress”. Just as Denison has been unable to reinvent itself as the railroads decline, or become more automated, so Facebook will ultimately be surpassed by the next generation of “killer apps”. The principals, of course, will get out long before they lose money – it’s the derivative industries, the supporting infrastructure, and the people that depend on it, that will be left holding the bag. It’s evolution, I suppose – the survival of the fittest. But sometimes I wonder just how fit we need to be …

A mural on Main Street

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