Oceans inside us

"But in a way you can say that after leaving the sea, after all those millions of years of living inside of the sea, we took the ocean with us. When a woman makes a baby, she gives it water, inside her body, to grow in. That water inside her body is almost exactly the same as the water of the sea. It is salty, by just the same amount. She makes it a little ocean, in her body. And not only this. Our blood and our sweating, they are both salty, almost exactly like the water from the sea is salty. We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and in our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears."

-Johnny Cigar, Shantaram

A temple in ruins

"I should've pitied him. Even if we never pity them at any other time, and in any other way, we should pity the dead when we look at them and touch them. Pity is the one part of love that asks for nothing in return, and because of that, every act of pity is a kind of prayer. And dead men demand prayers. The silent heart, the tumbled nave of the chest unbreathing, and the guttered candles of the eyes-they summon our prayers. Each dead man is a temple in ruins and when our eyes walk there we should pity,we should pray."

-Shantaram

Procrastination

Procrastination typically "refers to the counter productive deferment of actions or tasks to a later time". And while i frequently procrastinate in accordance with its traditional meaning, i have discovered a new form of this joyous behavior. Others may also have discovered something similar, so notice that I refrain from laying claims to be the FIRST to discover this particularly aspect of this beloved activity performed my millions around the world.

In recent days, I have attempted to begin writing again. The blog was in some way responsible for a resurgence of this old interest. A field trip to the Contemporary Art Gallery and several classes of Modern Art gave me plenty of material for a classic rant. However as much as I would enjoy the respite of a good old fashioned rant, it seems that the minute i begin to set it down on paper, some offshoot from the subject directs my energy to other channels till the head of steam so carefully built up dissipates.

Which reminds me of a surrealist film that I recently saw in the Art and Creativity class-and as much as i have tried to track down the name of the film and the director, abandoning my post on procrastination, i have failed to dig it out. Anyway, the point I was trying to make was that in this film, a bunch of people are forever trying to sit down to dinner, and despite much pomp and ceremony and exclaiming over the delicious menu, something would always happen to prevent them from getting down to eating it. It was quite the most frustrating film I have ever seen! Which i guess is the point since it was about the frustration of never fulfilling your pleasurable desires. I digress again-it is almost a compulsion!- however, so yes, much like those poor people who sat down to dinner 6 times, and never ate once, I sit down to write and never manage to finish one train of thought before some other manages to elbow its way in.

Phewww!

Crazy Enough - Title Sequence

The Crisis of Credit Visualized - Part 2

The Crisis of Credit Visualized - Part 1

Oktapodi (2007) - Oscar 2009 Animated Short Film