Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Mel Gibson ... The Conspiracy?

It was an interesting time when The Passion of The Christ came out in theaters. I remember I was in like, 8th or 9th grade and I saw it... It's not really something I consider a ''film.'' It's not critic-proof, so in that sense it's an actual film. I dunno though, it's still up for debate.

However, this blog entry is in fact, not about The Passion Of The Christ. No, it's not even necessarily about something of substance. But it's an interesting thought...

Mel Gibson was accused of Anti-Semetism after releasing the film, as it portrayed Jews as the ones who killed Jesus. There are many theories ... conspiracy theories, I should say...

Which leads me to my next point. Mel Gibson was in a film called Conspiracy Theory. Coincidence? I dunno. Conspiracy is planning to commit an illegal act at a future time. Perhaps he was trying to send us a message when he acted in CT. Who knows?

Well, there is one thing I do know: Mel Gibson can never be forgiven for the atrocity that was and is What Women Want. Goodness sir, you wore flippin' stockings and and women's clothes ... just a few years before you were leading your people to victory in Scotland winning battles left and right and being an actual man ... but you let us down.

I think Mel Gibson is guilty of conspiracy. While filming Braveheart, he was probably thinking, "Oh man, I'll blow America away with my directing skills and then screw 'em over when I'm washed out with nothin' left in my creative noggin."

Well played Mr. Gibson. Well played.

Monday, April 26, 2010

A Fight Club-ish Thought

"Let GO! Look at you, you're pathetic." This scene always gets me when I watch Fight Club. It's where they're driving a car, and Brad Pitt's character is telling Eddie Norton to just let go of the steering wheel and literally (and very figuratively) "let go" (as they careen into a ditch almost killing them all...).

I'm bad at letting go. I hold on to things and am dependent upon others' opinions/affirmations to keep me going and I let their thoughts of me dictate how I feel.

I'm writing this to encourage you to let go. Let go of what's holding you back from moving forward. If it's relationships, crushes, people, friends, bosses, co-workers, etc. Let go of emotional attachment with them if it's not helping you grow individually. Invest in relationships and friendships which help you make forward strides and grow -- not the relationships which cause you to not be growing.

It's comfortable to rely on others for affirmation and sustenance. But we're not called to be comfortable. We're called to grow. And so I leave you with the words of a friend of mine who is much wiser than I: "Being comfortable inhibits growth."

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Coldplay's, "The Scientist,'' and Danny Wilson's, "Second Summer of Love"

Both these videos keep me up at night. Well, not literally, but I think and ponder how the crap they were made. I mean, it seems simple enough, right? Record the video forwards, play it backwards and put the music to it. But how on earth do they get the mouths of the folks to sync up with the track going forwards when they record the video forwards. Because if they record the video forwards and they sing the song forwards, then when they reverse it, their mouths would be moving backwards and unable to sync with the music track!

The only explanation is they must learn the song backwards. BUT HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!??
There's an article in an MTV magazine saying Chris Martin (of Coldplay) learned the song backwards and it took him a month.

There's either magic afoot, trickery abounding, or just sheer ignorance on my part because it very well is possible they learned the songs backwards.

We all know the story of the little boy who asks a turtle, an owl, and a host of other beloved cartoon forest creatures, "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?" Well, I will have to throw in my hat and echo the ever resounding and relevant words of the omnipotent and wise narrator, "The world may never know."

The Scientist (Coldplay)

Second Summer of Love (Danny Wilson)

Public Transportation

I've flown on an airplane a couple times alone during the past couple years of my life, and every time, without fail, I am ridiculously scrupulous to a fault. From the time I enter the airport doors to when I sit in my seat on the plane, I ask directions, what I need to do, etc. literally a good 4 or 5 times.

Is this my fault? I'd like to think not. I mean, really, the systems our country has worked out to keep ''order'' when concerning public travel, it's ridiculous. You've got a thousand metal detectors to go through and a million people to show ID and tickets to at airports; poorly marked roads/highways; not to mention railway systems and bus systems.

I'm probably naive, dear reader, and you're probably reading this wondering how I can be so critical of something so simple, and you're probably right. However, I try and keep in mind whenever I'm lost somewhere, the folks who engineered the navigational assistance for whatever mode of travel I'm utilizing, they made it so it was usable. I guess I'm just a few fries short of a happy meal...