Why do you complain about EVERYTHING? It’s not cute, it’s annoying. Instead of whining online 24/7, why don’t you refocus your energy into finding a new job? Stop posting angsty tweets about work or your “uneventful” life like the egocentric brat that you are. How did we get to be such self-entitled little bastards? You’re not more special than others, you don’t even work harder than most people, so why do you feel that you deserve better than what you have been getting? It can really help if you’ll try to reflect, and realize that life isn’t screwing you up, that your manager isn’t deliberately trying to be mean, you just really need to work harder. You need to be more honest, you need to make better life choices, you need to accept that there are people who are more experienced than you, and you have to do something that will take you to where you want to be.
I really admire people who work hard and don’t feel the need to tell the world that they’re slaving away on a weekend, or that they’re sick of their bitchy boss. It takes so much self-control and maturity to not feel compelled to let everyone know that something is going on in your life. I know it’s a constant struggle for all of us, but we all have jobs to do, and we can always choose to divert our energy into something more positive or useful. “Work” is called “work” for a reason. Don’t you think it’s weird how you constantly say you’re busy and tired, but you still have time to tweet about your “miserable” work life. That’s like a total of an hour of your daily productivity wasted on tweeting. It’s so strange that you demand so many things in this life but you’re not willing to work for it. The world isn’t the problem, your attitude is.
Amazing how a song can make you feel. I was feeling bad earlier, kind of disappointed with some people who I found out were talking shit about my family. Now I feel so much better. I just find comfort in the fact that they don’t know anything about what is really going on so it’s easy for them to judge, or maybe it’s their own way of dealing with their own demons. It’s hard but I will continue to try to be the bigger person. :) Anyway, this music is so so 90s and I love it.
It’s been a long time. I missed this space so much.
“Very few people realise that sex is a psychic and not a physical act. The clumsy coupling of human beings is simply a biological paraphrase of this truth - a primitive method of introducing minds to each other, engaging them. But most people are stuck in the physical aspect, unaware of the poetic rapport which it so clumsily tries to teach.”
I told Miyazaki I love the “gratuitous motion” in his films; instead of every movement being dictated by the story, sometimes people will just sit for a moment, or they will sigh, or look in a running stream, or do something extra, not to advance the story but only to give the sense of time and place and who they are.
"We have a word for that in Japanese," he said. "It’s called ma. Emptiness. It’s there intentionally."
Is that like the “pillow words” that separate phrases in Japanese poetry?
"I don’t think it’s like the pillow word." He clapped his hands three or four times. "The time in between my clapping is ma. If you just have non-stop action with no breathing space at all, it’s just busyness, But if you take a moment, then the tension building in the film can grow into a wider dimension. If you just have constant tension at 80 degrees all the time you just get numb."
— Roger Ebert, on Hayao Miyazaki (Also applicable for improv.)