Film
I don't understand how people interested in art, particularly paintings, can just write off movies as a trivial venture. Yeah right. A film is, in every way on the same level, and can actually be thought of as a series of paintings, or picturesque slideshow. Each scene is scrutinously laid out to the finest detail, from lighting to outfits to colors. If anything, crafting a good scene in cinema is much more difficult than manifesting a still. It's a collaboration of everybody working together at the same tempo - a dance where everything must be in place and synchronized And this idea of collaboration takes me to another point, film is a group effort. It's a community while painting is usually a solo act. Many of the early playwrights used the stage to get across a message. To visually and audibly reverberate an idea that makes sense to the common people. Cinema is no different, it's a language that expresses an idea in a way that makes sense. If anything, painting should be ridiculed for being a very selfish act. In most cases, the painter is painting for himself, portraying inner emotions or his own view of the world. Now this being said, I really like painting and stills, but I'm sick of people separating it as some superior form of art. Get over yourself.
Expectations
I got to stop hyping shit up and come back down to earth. Every time - be it a job, a relationship, a gift - I morph its reality into a fantasy. In my mind, every mystery plays out like a Sherlock Holmes story or Hitchcock masterpiece, full of suspense, excitement, and glory. Every present becomes a pony, every conversation an epiphany. Then the truth steps up and bitch slaps me in a the face and I realize there are no naked people in this porn and I'm about to get penetrated by a horse. Each event, one after the next, is like another merry-go-round breaking. But whatever, I'll just keep chugging along with my head up high, shoe-laces tied, and walk to another park wondering if searching for the best is any different than not searching at all.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Complaints and Blackouts
Complaints
Some of my best times have come from long strolls through the store on a Sunday morning where I don't plan on buying anything, and just want to chitchat with vendors and eat their free samples. Or late at night when I'm a little drunk and realize I'm the oldest, or worse, the last person at the party. It's simple moments like this that allow you to reflect on your self, not the image you act out. It's a timeout from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. But life doesn't have to be so bad, so busy, so meh. Change is just a left turn away. I'm sick of seeing people butthurt over things they can change. Hey you, complainer, you're an adult and have a big boy car, go get yourself some god damn cheesy fries. Or leave that terrible boyfriend, there are BILLIONS of people in the world, don't fret for sec. Life ends eventually, don't wade around in floaters at the local pool, go find yourself a board and hit the big waves. In summary, remember what the Snickers guy said:
"Happy peanuts soar
Over chocolate covered mountaintops
And waterfalls of caramel.
Prancing nougat in the meadow
Sings a song of satisfaction
To the world."
Blackouts
Every year has its trends. Some trends are good, others are slightly disastrous It's all part of growing up, I guess. Making bad decisions, and realizing you probably shouldn't do that again. Anyways, one weird phase I went through a couple of years ago was blacking out. And within that phase there were other phases of activities. These ranged from wrestling strangers to sleeping in weird locations (which might still happen). One particular favorite blackout activity was a collaboration of philosophy, booze and digital ink. Basically, every morning I would wake up to a new notepad text saved on my desktop with a singular title, usually in all caps. Titles varied depending on what I was drinking. Tequila featured "REALITY SHOWS" while vodka starred "DIAMONDS". Here is a pretty good one entitled "MONEY". I can't exactly recall a specific sustenance during the night, but it seems like a combination of gin and lots deep-fried food. Enjoy, and beware, a lot of this does not make any sense and is very repetitive.
Money
Money is a bitch. It's a rightious notion of sophistication. Life is not happy making money. It involves a job that takes long hours and a waste of time. Some people make it easy. Some people are born with that silver spoon. A life of endless pleasures without any steps or procedure of securing a spot in time. I would like a life like that. Where i don't have to produce the time nor fabrication of life. Ideas are all part of the mind. It's a object that enjoys itself in your mind. A counterpart to reality; a concept of what could be. Most ideas are those constructed in your mind and hold no real truth. But there is still those ideas that could make profit. If you pursue it, you could make a wealthy living or forever be in debt. It's the risk of following a passion. A life assessment that not only follows a continuation of possibilities but also attributes to your own belief of life after the next. Don't follow money. Don't hold it as an asset. Let it be as itself. Let it progress with time with no dependency. With a job it will grow and appreciate. Without one it will stand the test of time. Don't worry about. It will grow in time just like life. It will shrink and it will bulge. If you worry, you will know nothing but misery. Money has a way of blockading your life. It shows itself at times of need and hides during times of relaxation. Money is a bitch and shouldn't be perpetuated with the philosophy of happiness. Happiness is the key to life. It's what we strive for in life. To be happy and not care about the monetary or greedy things in life. Once a week I get a statement from my bank. It's a accumulation of spontaneous spending and the usual utility bills. I don't look at it. I see it in the mail box; standing on it's own next to other bills and common discount pamphlets I walk into my house and greet my roommates. Then I proceed to my room, sit in rolling chair and find the nearest pair of scissors. I take the scissors and start cutting the statment without indulging on my curiosity. Why bother? I know the statement has a number. I know these number will concern me. I know I have enough money to cover it. I don't front. I just rip it, or in most cases, cut it up into pieces. Numbers have a way of complicating things. It creates the illusion called reality. It fills life with propagation if responsibility and responsibility Who needs that shit? It only complicates life and create a burden of weight on your back. I'm sure there is morw dire measures that need attendance Why add money to your list? Yes, money allows you to fulfill most of your desires. Traveling, luxurious items, and the random freemason messages, but worrying about it does not make it progress. Worrying about money only creates censured consciousness. I'd rather be thinking about random shit than worrying about number. Pandas, space ships, and tolken elves are more important and more predictable than the propagation of money. Spend your attention on something more concrete. Find time to enjoy yourself. Buy a sandwich and beer and head to your favorite park. Take a stroll outside your neighborhood and enjoy the outdoors. You only live once; find time to enjoy that life. Money is a bitch that only distracts you from the limited time of life. Don't be worried about things outside your controls; enjoy things that you can actually make an impact on yourself. A reasonable perception is one that digs through the dirt and finds that gem. It can be a diamond or a quart. The value is dependent on yourself. You create the valuee thus creating the adventure. Live free without responsibility, and take a walk on the side you've never ventured.
Some of my best times have come from long strolls through the store on a Sunday morning where I don't plan on buying anything, and just want to chitchat with vendors and eat their free samples. Or late at night when I'm a little drunk and realize I'm the oldest, or worse, the last person at the party. It's simple moments like this that allow you to reflect on your self, not the image you act out. It's a timeout from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. But life doesn't have to be so bad, so busy, so meh. Change is just a left turn away. I'm sick of seeing people butthurt over things they can change. Hey you, complainer, you're an adult and have a big boy car, go get yourself some god damn cheesy fries. Or leave that terrible boyfriend, there are BILLIONS of people in the world, don't fret for sec. Life ends eventually, don't wade around in floaters at the local pool, go find yourself a board and hit the big waves. In summary, remember what the Snickers guy said:
"Happy peanuts soar
Over chocolate covered mountaintops
And waterfalls of caramel.
Prancing nougat in the meadow
Sings a song of satisfaction
To the world."
Blackouts
Every year has its trends. Some trends are good, others are slightly disastrous It's all part of growing up, I guess. Making bad decisions, and realizing you probably shouldn't do that again. Anyways, one weird phase I went through a couple of years ago was blacking out. And within that phase there were other phases of activities. These ranged from wrestling strangers to sleeping in weird locations (which might still happen). One particular favorite blackout activity was a collaboration of philosophy, booze and digital ink. Basically, every morning I would wake up to a new notepad text saved on my desktop with a singular title, usually in all caps. Titles varied depending on what I was drinking. Tequila featured "REALITY SHOWS" while vodka starred "DIAMONDS". Here is a pretty good one entitled "MONEY". I can't exactly recall a specific sustenance during the night, but it seems like a combination of gin and lots deep-fried food. Enjoy, and beware, a lot of this does not make any sense and is very repetitive.
Money
Money is a bitch. It's a rightious notion of sophistication. Life is not happy making money. It involves a job that takes long hours and a waste of time. Some people make it easy. Some people are born with that silver spoon. A life of endless pleasures without any steps or procedure of securing a spot in time. I would like a life like that. Where i don't have to produce the time nor fabrication of life. Ideas are all part of the mind. It's a object that enjoys itself in your mind. A counterpart to reality; a concept of what could be. Most ideas are those constructed in your mind and hold no real truth. But there is still those ideas that could make profit. If you pursue it, you could make a wealthy living or forever be in debt. It's the risk of following a passion. A life assessment that not only follows a continuation of possibilities but also attributes to your own belief of life after the next. Don't follow money. Don't hold it as an asset. Let it be as itself. Let it progress with time with no dependency. With a job it will grow and appreciate. Without one it will stand the test of time. Don't worry about. It will grow in time just like life. It will shrink and it will bulge. If you worry, you will know nothing but misery. Money has a way of blockading your life. It shows itself at times of need and hides during times of relaxation. Money is a bitch and shouldn't be perpetuated with the philosophy of happiness. Happiness is the key to life. It's what we strive for in life. To be happy and not care about the monetary or greedy things in life. Once a week I get a statement from my bank. It's a accumulation of spontaneous spending and the usual utility bills. I don't look at it. I see it in the mail box; standing on it's own next to other bills and common discount pamphlets I walk into my house and greet my roommates. Then I proceed to my room, sit in rolling chair and find the nearest pair of scissors. I take the scissors and start cutting the statment without indulging on my curiosity. Why bother? I know the statement has a number. I know these number will concern me. I know I have enough money to cover it. I don't front. I just rip it, or in most cases, cut it up into pieces. Numbers have a way of complicating things. It creates the illusion called reality. It fills life with propagation if responsibility and responsibility Who needs that shit? It only complicates life and create a burden of weight on your back. I'm sure there is morw dire measures that need attendance Why add money to your list? Yes, money allows you to fulfill most of your desires. Traveling, luxurious items, and the random freemason messages, but worrying about it does not make it progress. Worrying about money only creates censured consciousness. I'd rather be thinking about random shit than worrying about number. Pandas, space ships, and tolken elves are more important and more predictable than the propagation of money. Spend your attention on something more concrete. Find time to enjoy yourself. Buy a sandwich and beer and head to your favorite park. Take a stroll outside your neighborhood and enjoy the outdoors. You only live once; find time to enjoy that life. Money is a bitch that only distracts you from the limited time of life. Don't be worried about things outside your controls; enjoy things that you can actually make an impact on yourself. A reasonable perception is one that digs through the dirt and finds that gem. It can be a diamond or a quart. The value is dependent on yourself. You create the valuee thus creating the adventure. Live free without responsibility, and take a walk on the side you've never ventured.
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