tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107648752024-02-28T02:12:02.113-08:00penguin blogIrregular update on my life in diary/note form. Keep up with any details worth noting about me, thoughts or bowel movements. Perfect place to visit every time you miss hearing from me,
or if you are simply bored shitless. © All rights reserved.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813745721233363535noreply@blogger.comBlogger320125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-64440533077127890112017-09-09T03:44:00.000-07:002017-09-09T03:44:02.549-07:00Vanity Fair's WHY HOLLYWOOD AS WE KNOW IT IS ALREADY OVER (by Nick Bilton)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2017/01/why-hollywood-as-we-know-it-is-already-over">The article</a> is super interesting. </div>
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Though I am not entirely sure I buy all of the extreme dystopian futures described therein (maybe only partially), I most certainly agree with the writer's notions that things are quickly changing in Film and TV in Hollywood and beyond.</div>
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I am a strong believer that quality, original storytelling will survive no matter what, as it has achieved since the beginning of humanity. Not entirely sure what forms it will take in the future but the very need to tell and experience stories is intrinsic to the nature of our species, methinks.</div>
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For example, I attended a presentation of VR technology at Technicolor in Hollywood a few months ago and I was astounded by the potential storytelling impact of VR technology. I am convinced we will eventually be accessing Star Trek type <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holodeck">holodecks</a> for storytelling, maybe within my lifetime. The thought doesn't scare me, though I will forever be saddened by the potential future loss of cinema. There is something magical in that experience, I won't quite know how to replace.</div>
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People have always thought each new technology will kill off the previous one, but whether or not this fear actually materialized, with each new format iteration <b>story</b> has remained key and is always sought after. As a creative and a storyteller myself, this gives me hope. As a professional who hopes to generate an income from my passion, I choose to listen and pay attention to the changes and try my very best to adapt.</div>
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<i><b>"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change."</b></i></div>
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(This quote is supposedly from Charles Darwin's "Origin of Species" but actually seems to be a shortened version of <a href="https://quoteinvestigator.com/2014/05/04/adapt/">a quote from a management studies/speech text</a>. Still a very cool notion to think about, non?)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813745721233363535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-29189813709720533762013-06-19T15:37:00.004-07:002013-06-19T15:37:55.224-07:00The Friend Vanishes<div class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">There
are people in our lives who vanish as soon as they enter a
relationship. Not talking about those who spend a considerable amount of
time, and even make you a part of their new lifestyle with the new
partner, I am talking about those who simply disappear from your life,
without a warning. <br /> <br /> Everything (for that 1st group) becomes "my
boyfriend this, my girlfriend that" and they remember you only when
they fight or separate with their partners. It doesn't matter if they've
met these people a month or two ago and you've been their close friends
for years, they will STILL give priority to this new fling, regardless
of the potential or hope for something long term or lack thereof.<br /> <br />
I have no problem with the second category, those who invite their
partners into their life (that means including their friends) and their
friends themselves into the new partner-lifestyle. I enjoy their
happiness, I cheer them on, I participate in their joy, and gladly stand
by them in times of woe, if that happens. I can connect with their
boyfriend or girlfriend and consider them too as friends in the making.
Such a pleasure to do so, effortlessly and without second thought.<br /> <br />
It's the 1st category of people I have no more tolerance for. The
"disappearing" ones. The ones who decide to be your friend ONLY when it
suits them, only when their partner is away on business or simply
unavailable. The ones who lose themselves in the process of "trying out a
new love", and manage to lose their friends while doing so. I can no
longer stomach those who prioritize a recent love interest over an old
friendship and those who treat me as a shoulder to cry on, but never a
shoulder to be happy on. That group of people, those particular
energy-vultures are weeded out pretty fast these days, and are no longer
a significant part of my life. And that makes me a lot happier and
calmer.</span></span></div>
penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-48995286345570608182013-06-03T22:17:00.001-07:002013-06-03T22:17:05.645-07:00I Guess I Am A Serial Killer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-20383854756723228582013-05-15T19:11:00.000-07:002013-05-15T19:11:55.403-07:00Rapist is not a natural state - Imgur<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">Was it her clothes? Her make-up? </span></span></h5>
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">Or was it something else? Something entirely different? </span></span></h5>
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="userContent">Hmm?<br /> <br /> Something entirely different, methinks.</span></span></h5>
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penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-53446605993491030362013-04-24T21:01:00.000-07:002013-04-24T21:01:10.710-07:00The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby Dubstep RemixI am appalled and fascinated at the same time!<br />
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I love it!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CdW886l2e6g" width="560"></iframe><br />penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-16758274188338069612013-03-07T23:41:00.004-08:002013-03-07T23:41:37.653-08:00Hoy Es Adios by Santana and Alejandro Lerner<b>"Today is Goodbye"</b><br />Style: Rock, sad, border-crossing song<br />Country: Mexico, Argentina<br /><br /> <i> Él se fue con el invierno.<br /> Él se ha ido a trabajar.<br /> No me ha escrito en mucho tiempo;<br /> Él dijo que volverá.</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=10764875" name="cutid1"></a>He left with the winter.<br />He has gone to work.<br />Hasn't written to me in a long time;<br />He said he would return.<br /><br /><i> Pero el tiempo pasó,<br /> No preguntes por qué<br /> Él ya no regresó a nuestro hogar.<br /> La frontera marcó<br /> Su destino final<br /> Y a mis brazos jamás volvío.</i><br /><br />But the time passed,<br />Don't ask why<br />He won't return to our home now. <br />The border marked <br />His final destination<br />And to my arms he never returned.<br /><br /> CHORUS:<br /> <i> Hoy es adios;<br /> Mañana quizas.<br /> Sé que tú vas a volver.<br /> Hoy es adios,<br /> Mañana quizas.<br /> No hay fronteras en nuestro querer.</i><br /><br />Today is goodbye;<br />Tomorrow, perhaps.<br />I know that you will return.<br />Today is goodbye,<br />Tomorrow, perhaps.<br />There are no borders in our love.<br /><br /><i> Ya ha pasado un nuevo invierno<br /> Desde que te ví marchar.<br /> No hay un mundo mejor que el nuestro.<br /> Sé que un día volveras.</i><br /><br />A new winter has passed now<br />Since I saw you leave. <br />There is no world better than ours.<br />I know that one day you will return.<br /><br /> <i> Pero el tiempo pasó,<br /> No preguntes por qué<br /> Él ya no regresó a nuestro hogar.<br /> La frontera marcó<br /> Su destino final<br /> Y a mis brazos jamás volvío.</i><br /><br />But the time passed,<br />Don't ask why<br />He won't return to our home now.<br />The border marked <br />His final destination<br />And to my arms he never returned.<br /><br /> CHORUS:<br /> <i> Hoy es adios;<br /> Mañana quizas.<br /> Sé que tú vas a volver.<br /> Hoy es adios;<br /> Mañana quizas.<br /> No hay fronteras en nuestro querer.</i><br /><br />Today is goodbye;;<br />Tomorrow, perhaps.<br />I know that you will return.<br />Today is goodbye;<br />Tomorrow, perhaps.<br />There are no borders in our love.<br /><br />SPOKEN:<br /><i>Vuelve hijo mio.<br />Aqui te espero.</i><br /><br />Return, my son.<br />I wait for you here.<br /><br />CHORUS REPEATS<br /><br /><b><u>Translation Notes:</u></b><br /><br /><i>Él <b>ya</b> no regresó a nuestro hogar</i><br />He won't return to our home <b>now</b> <br /><br /><i><b>ya</b> no regresó</i> - <b>implies certainty</b> in that he didn't return and won't returnpenguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-21423599270772466802013-03-05T01:05:00.000-08:002013-03-05T01:05:09.163-08:00Wassily KandinskyWhen I was 17, Christina told me, my psyche is like a painting by <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=Yn9&sa=X&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&biw=1600&bih=738&tbm=isch&tbnid=B38nV93IY9OfMM:&imgrefurl=http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/kandinsky/&docid=W484N9iADlS0bM&imgurl=http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/kandinsky/kandinsky.comp-7.jpg&w=1135&h=757&ei=O7Q1UYCKEqfRyQHjpoDIBA&zoom=1&ved=1t:3588,r:1,s:0,i:152&iact=rc&dur=528&sig=117603233751681585695&page=1&tbnh=182&tbnw=265&start=0&ndsp=20&tx=204&ty=80" target="_blank">Wassily Kandinsky</a><br />
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I have never forgotten that. She always told me the most beautiful lies.penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-484229725976575212013-03-05T00:50:00.002-08:002013-03-05T00:50:39.155-08:00Alphabet<span class="userContent">I just remembered the first time I started
learning the letters of the alphabet. They looked like strange &
funny little shapes to me. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">It was such fun to draw them over and over
again, until at some point I could draw them by heart. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">They didn't
really mean anything to me at the time, but still, there was a strange
calmness that was overcoming me while I was learning how to draw them on
paper using colourful crayons and pencils.</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">That is such an old and
almost forgotten memory...</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Weird how our brain works and stores random
stuff, only to bring them up again at some equally random point in the future.</span>penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-68098395518415725822013-03-03T19:40:00.000-08:002013-03-03T19:40:13.245-08:00Memories<span class="userContent">We all come to this world alone,<br /> and that's how we leave. Alone.<br /> We bring our life into this dimension,<br /> and we leave it, only with our memories.</span>penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-26695068242745648292013-02-18T23:30:00.000-08:002013-02-18T23:31:09.590-08:00A ChoiceJust a short distance and the kiss could be on the lips instead of the cheek. Just a short distance and yet it felt like miles away, because I was kinda suffering but it was the right thing to do, the right choice to make, the right path to go down, the path of sacrifice? No, but maybe also yes in some way, it's the path least travelled, the one that few people take, because it's always that bitch the "WHAT IF?" question that travels up and down my spine and makes me weak and makes me feeble to resist the power to control my destiny. If there's such a thing. And you ask yourself, why am I travelling this path of this so called righteousness and what's the point of that if it means I just lost my chance, the one chance, MY chance for happiness, and will I never EVER be happy now? Is that even true? Or even possible? Do we only get the ONE chance for happiness? Who knows these things, I don't know who does. But it's not me for sure. I'm not one with all the answers. I barely even have the questions, I simply know that every now and then in the middle of the night when I cross the threshold of sleep. then I know I can somehow feel the answer, whether I am close to it, or drifting further and further away from it, lost in an ocean of doubt, that doesn't even feel like a path any more. Never will you know if it's ever a choice or if it's fate. FATE. DESTINY. What is divine and what is mortal, these become one the minute you stop looking for them and you can finally breathe in the air of assurance. The assurance that you're not alone in the universe, that you too stand a chance to achieve what your heart dreams of, but also that you don't get just the once chance, the assurance that I'll get many chances, many attempts at happiness, and that is what fuels this urgency to travel down the path that is the right and pure and proper and kind and benevolent and I sacrifice myself that moment, for the sake of you finding your own path to joy and love and I hope that this attempt you get is the one that will bring you there. And in that moment you smile and you think, YES it's the right choice because you give me hope, I don't know it but you allow me the choice to make, and you make it your own. The kiss on the cheek is a smile, is soft, it lingers, of course it lingers, even Orpheas couldn't resist the urge to turn back and look, the ancient longing was there, I turn back, even as I walk away, I turn back and I look, I glance at the eyes I wanted to shine my soul into, even as I walk away I feel the power of the choice I am making, and the choice must be true, and the choice must be pure and the choice comes from the heart and the heart always knows the answer and the hearts knows the way and the path and the road and it just flies there. The heart will tease you, it will harm you it will ridicule you, but it knows that the distance I put between myself and the lips I chose not to kiss, are going to be taunting me for eternity. But the heart is proud of me. The heart is happy and rejoices at my choice; not too loud, not too strongly, but present enough to know that it won. My path is leading me where it's supposed to, and yes, maybe that's not this path right now, but the road is long and I WILL make it there and the heart knows this, oh my god yes the heart knows it and in the moment of sacrifice, I know I will make it there and that's not destiny, that's not fate, that is a choice. That is free will. Free Will that will take me over and beyond that mountain, even if it takes ten, a hundred, if it takes a thousand more sacrifices, a thousand more lifetimes of growing inside this pure energy, even after I drop this bag of bones and turn myself inside out and be the energy, that pure energy that is my heart, will be released into forever and will connect with you. And be one with you. And it's an easy choice now. There is NO "what if", it was a trick all along and I fell inside the trap. The path is not a dangerous one, not any more. It's all downhill from here and the view is clearing up and now I remember I have no answers, but for the first time in this form, I have more questions. Endless crystal questions that I will know your answer to the instant my heart electrifies with yours and I will know you and you will know me and we will know together that the old fight is over and that the fight was never a fight, it was a journey, a road, it was a path that once seemed long and twisted but the truth is, I never even moved. I travelled the whole journey, I crossed the 12 boundaries the second I made a choice. That's how to beat the monsters. That's all it takes, a choice. And the choice was to love me. And the choice was to love you. Whoever you are, I choose to love you. I finally get it. There are no monsters, and it's all your fault and it's all my fault and there are no monsters.There is no doubt and there never will be.<br />
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I <b><span style="color: #990000;">Love</span></b> you.penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-72562149989759520222013-01-22T11:50:00.000-08:002013-01-22T11:50:31.961-08:00Starry Night of Vincent Van Gogh - Interactive Αnimation by Petros Vrellis<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XtNXuMo-DrY" width="480"></iframe>penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-90054861538900688542013-01-21T20:44:00.000-08:002013-01-21T20:54:45.972-08:00Hitting The Wall: Innocent or Offensive Misundestandings, and the Notion of Passive/Aggressive Self-RighteousnessIn every conversation (oral but especially written), the person
talking/writing is of course responsible for what they say, but the
person listening/reading is equally responsible for what they interpret,
often even more so as they bring their own emotions and/or biases into
the dialogue once (or even before) the "message" has been expressed.<br />
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When you have "spoken" you can no longer control what happens to the words that have left your mouth/hand.<br />
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Sure, you should take extra care in forming and expressing those
words in an earnest attempt to prevent any potential misunderstanding,
and you should try hard to acknowledge your own preconceptions and
biases that could hurt or offend others, but those efforts can only go
so far. If the other person wants/expects to understand a certain
"something", they will always find a way to hear/read "it", regardless
of your most earnest intentions.<br />
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You can simply utter a single word "Yes" or "no" or "hi" or
"good-night", and people who have certain opinions or expectations from
you may instead choose to hear/read "fuck you", "I hate you", instead of
the more rationally intended message. If such simple words can be so
easily misconstrued against your intentions, imagine what harm may be
done in more complicated exchanges that require higher levels of
intellectual analysis and emotional interpretation. If you then factor
in any/all added cultural, gender, age, social (etc.) differences, the
ensuing mayhem could prove to be mind-boggling.<br />
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Once again, you may well be in the wrong as it may have been a poor
(or hasty) choice of words (or lack thereof), a stressful moment or
simply a bad mood on your part that has caused the original tension. If
that happens, you must be quick to address it and try to rectify it with
a sincere apology and a further explanation of your intended message.
We are all humans and we all make mistakes. Nobody's perfect after all,
but a bad decision or an unfortunate moment doesn't automatically turn
someone into a "villain".<br />
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However, those who choose to be offended or hurt by your words even
AFTER your apology or explanations have been repeatedly offered, they
can still choose to do so despite your previous clean track record and
your proven well-intended nature. They may or may not realise they are
doing it, but once that twisted interpretation has occurred, insisting
on your efforts to clear the air will most probably be fruitless, as the
other person has already made up their mind about what it is you
meant/insinuated, despite all objective and rational evidence to the
contrary. As a result, more often than not they will try to escalate
things and make a mountain out of a molehill.<br />
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I still don't understand why this occurs. Yes, it's true that all
people like to be right, and it may be difficult to take the time and
TRULY analyse your thoughts and actions and/or try and rectify the
situation but it IS possible, and any loss of dignity is small a price
to pay in order to preserve an amorous relationship, a professional
collaboration or a friendship at stake. If anything, there is MORE
dignity in admitting you're wrong and apologising than stubbornly
sticking to your "guns" against all rationality and objectivity, in my
humble opinion.<br />
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Yet, some people never admit it when they're wrong and are too scared
to concede and apologise once they take the wrong turn, almost as if
their life depended on preserving their self-righteousness. What usually
follows is a warped, passive/aggressive behaviour that informs their
every contact with you, transforming every casual exchange into a
sickening "battle" that knows no limits and often finds no end.<br />
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When that happens and after you have already tried your very best to
make the other party understand you're not really an elephant, you may
find yourself constantly hitting your head against a wall made out of
their stubborn determination to refuse your appeasing explanations.<br />
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This is when it is often smart to withdraw and move on<br />
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There are more constructive things you can do with your head than
expecting to break down a wall. Walls don't usually come down despite
all the head-butting in the world.<br />
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Don't worry so much about this withdrawal, you will always find other
people more conducive to a loving relationship, to some complementing
flirtation, to a professional collaboration, to a humorous exchange, or
to some simple friendly bunter than a wall ever will be.<br />
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Not to mention all the headache you will be spared.<br />
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penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-53573817583398264952012-12-14T01:58:00.001-08:002012-12-14T02:10:05.809-08:00Tori Amos & Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over Livea song is a song is a song is a song<br />
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1. People are capable of the best, as well as the worst. That's their blessing, as well as their tragedy (not curse).<br />
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2. People don't usually set out to do their worst. More often than
not their worst is the result of misunderstanding, poor planning, fear,
pain, desperation or simply good intentions gone wrong.<br />
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3. People will choose to do good rather than evil, most of the time.
Exceptions include socio-paths, psycho-paths and other serious mental
disorders.<br />
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4. People are essentially good and kind. All people. Even when
they're wrong or being hurtful. They just need to be reminded of their
true nature.<br />
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5. People, when brought face to face with the consequences of their
words or actions and they realise that they have been hurtful to
someone, they will almost certainly be shocked and will try to make
amends, if given a chance.<br />
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6. People will pleasantly surprise you, if you wait for them long
enough. Eventually all walls come crumbling down, all frozen hearts
melt.<br />
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7. People have the right to change their heart, if they want to.
There is no such thing as a "wrong emotion", if one feels it in their
heart. The thing that affects all living things is people's choices
about how to react to their emotions.<br />
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8. People have a lot of shit going on in their life too, they don't
actively try to fuck up other people's lives. Most of the time when that
happens it's coincidental, accidental or due to a lack of empathy.
Though empathy is usually a gift that some people naturally have, it can
also be taught.<br />
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9. People who find it difficult to empathize with other people, may
learn to do so through compassion. Compassion always leads to Love. Love
leads to anything and everything good. Which is why people will always
be capable of the very best. Only when people fail to follow these steps
does their worst become possible. Fortunately, the worst is usually
reversible and in time, healed by implementing the very best.<br />
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10. People's thoughts are immensely powerful, almost as powerful as
Love. A single, tiny thought, may ripple throughout mankind's collective
consciousness (if expressed and if allowed to do so), causing waves of
goodness that reach the ends of the planet and the edges of other
people's hearts. But most importantly, a single person's thoughts may
affect just one other person on the planet. And if one of us is capable
of that, our collective potential is limitless. So is our
responsibility.That's because we are all connected to everything and
everyone else.<br />
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+1. People like making lists and people like reading them. Usually.<br />
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<span class="userContent">"Well there WAS this one time, at band camp..."</span><br />
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penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-11842510790217271802012-10-03T23:00:00.000-07:002012-10-03T23:00:38.820-07:0030 Years Ago30 years ago I saw a movie for the first time in my life. I was 6 years old at the time when my parents chose to introduce me to this medium, and the experience of cinema magic changed my life forever. <br /><br />It was the year 1982.<br /><br />I have loved movies ever since BECAUSE of that film, and it probably was the reason I chose to become a filmmaker, if I am honest with myself.<br /><br />That film remains my most favourite movie of all time, still to this day. I wholeheartedly believe it's a lesson in visual and narrative storytelling. Each time I watch it I marvel at its passion, its emotional impact and simplicity of form that all deeply affect me, like I'm watching it for the first time.<br /><br />Tonight, 30 years later, I got to see it on the big cinema screen again for the second time, on its celebratory 1-day re-release in honour of its transition to BluRay.<br /><br />Tonight, again, I got all of the goosebumps and the smiles and the giggles and the tears I got the first time I saw it, back when I was 6.<br /><br />You gotta love that.<br /><br />I have waited 30 years for this moment, so if that's not true love, I don't know what is.<br /><br />Welcome back, E.T., though for me you have always been<br /><br />...right here...<br />
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Who's hungry?<br />
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penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-56327077477426345112012-09-26T04:20:00.002-07:002012-09-26T04:21:58.207-07:00NowThose who have never taken a risk in their life,<br />
those who have never travelled, <br />
those afraid to try new things,<br />
to put themselves out there,<br />
the ones who hesitate<br />
and the ones who turn away from "danger",<br />
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are the ones who see their life slip through their own fingers.<br />
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I cannot change the past, and regretting it is pointless.<br />
The future is unknown and trying to predict it is insane.<br />
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People usually live in the past, or try to live in the future.<br />
That's crazy.<br />
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I live neither in the past nor the future.<br />
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The choices I make<br />
right here<br />
right now<br />
affect my life for the next hour<br />
the next day, the following week<br />
if that.<br />
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Now.<br />
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That's the only thing I can control.<br />
Now is all that I have, all that I hope to see.<br />
Now is when my life is happening, not tomorrow, or yesterday.<br />
Now I am alive and I don't know how long I have left.<br />
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Could be an hour, a day or a week.<br />
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Now <br />
is a choice and a decision and an action and a path.<br />
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Now <br />
is all we have.<br />
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We are NON-LINEAR beings.<br />
Time is not a circle for this shape and form.<br />
That's to come. That's to follow.<br />
In this shape and form, we are something else entirely.<br />
We are instantaneous beings.<br />
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We exist in the <br />
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<b><span style="color: #741b47;">NOW</span></b>.<br />
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...so call me, maybe...? </h3>
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<b>The Good:</b><br />
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<b>The Ugly: </b><br />
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"Today we mourn
the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us
for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth
records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be
remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:<br />
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- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;<br />
- Why the early bird gets the worm;<br />
- Life isn't always fair;<br />
- and maybe it was my fault.<br />
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Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies<br />
(don't spend more than you can earn)<br />
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and reliable strategies<br />
(adults, not children, are in charge).<br />
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His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.<br />
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Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.<br />
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Common
Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that
they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.<br />
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It
declined even further when schools were required to get parental
consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could
not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.<br />
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Common Sense lost the will to live as the
churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than
their victims.<br />
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Common Sense took a beating when you
couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar
could sue you for assault.<br />
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Common Sense finally gave up
the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of
coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly
awarded a huge settlement.<br />
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Common Sense was preceded in
death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.<br />
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He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;<br />
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- I Know My Rights<br />
- I Want It Now<br />
- Someone Else Is To Blame<br />
- I'm A Victim<br />
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Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone."</div>
</span></div>penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-60659870743334929472012-08-03T03:18:00.001-07:002012-08-03T15:46:13.797-07:002012 Opening Ceremony of the 30th Olympiad in LondonI smiled a lot during the 3.5
hours of the show. Having been inside the Olympic Stadium in Athens, as
a Greek volunteer for the Olympic Opening & Closing Ceremonies in 2004,
and having lived and studied in the UK for 5 years, it gives me a uniquely objective perspective (in my humble opinion) to recognize human passion. <br />
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Maybe the London show wasn't the tightest televisual creation, or the
best choreographed show, or the most magnificent spectacle (it's rather
hard to match the awesomeness of Beijing, the emotional depth of Athens,
the beauty of Barcelona and the touching sensitivity of Moscow, as they
are my all-time favourite ones); London's ceremony however was
humorous, passionate, generous and innocent like the British people (my
friends) I have met and come to love over the years. <br />
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Britons
in all their faults (nobody's perfect) have genuinely touched the world
in more ways than one and offered so much to culture and the Earth's
civilisation (as well as have taken from it in sinister ways), so with
this ceremony, one can't help but be reminded that there is no
perfection in human nature or utmost accomplishment, rather there exists
only a passionate intention that is all that matters in the end.<br />
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And last but not least, beyond the always-moving Olympic Hymn, the emotional & amazing torch protocol it is the parade of Nations more than anything else that is usually my favourite part of any ceremony. It's the people who struggled, sacrificed, trained hard and gave up so much to get to the Olympics, the athletes themselves that are the highlight of each show.<br />
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Their excitement, childlike joy (a lot of them are children), their happy faces and endless energy as they enter the stadium is what gives me the biggest smiles. Those demigods of sport are so humble, that even when the crowd cheers them in the stadium and all around the world, they are STILL taking photos of the audience, thrilled to be there and not believing all this hoopla is about them. This is about them and they are having the most fun!<br />
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You gotta love it, with every fibre of your body.<br />
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I know I do.</div>penguinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302027383090296722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10764875.post-67971255805759605652012-07-31T16:03:00.000-07:002012-07-31T16:03:14.528-07:00Spider Climax<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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