tonight with words unspoken
filed under: couldhavebeenacontender
there is a book out now, whose concept is similar to one i had years ago.
the book is titled, “don’t eat the yellow snow” and offers the titles and lyrics of famous songs as advice. for example, “enjoy the silence” (depeche mode); “fight for your right” (beastie boys) and “you can’t always get what you want” (the rolling stones).
my concept was using the lyrics of songs in everyday conversation as quips or comebacks. it was inspired by an incident when a teacher phoned me by mistake and asked if i were the father of one of the students. at that time, i said “wrong number” but after putting down the phone, i thought i should have said something clever and came out with:
“she says i am the one but the kid is not my son.” (billie jean, michael jackson)
last week, a friend wrote a cryptic message on her Facebook wall, “Tsk. I told you not to. Now look what you’ve done.” so in response, i wrote:
“But I made up my mind, I’m keeping my baby.”
we had a long exchange of different lines from songs and it was fun.
years ago when i had this idea, i compiled lines from songs on different index cards but i can’t find them now.
here’s a flavor though:
“are you going to drop the bomb or not?” (used when someone announces he’s going to fart, Alphaville)
“welcome to your life. there’s no turning back.” (Tears for Fears)
“it’s a world gone crazy, keeps woman in chains.” (Tears for Fears)
“i feel stupid and contagious.” (Nirvana)
“each morning i get up i die a little.” (Queen)
“I was never satisfied with casual encounters.” (Madonna)
“oh mother dear, we’re not the fortunate ones.” (Cyndi Lauper)
“you put the boom-boom into my heart.” (Wham)
“i’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking.” (Go West)
“someone’s always playing corporation games.” (Starship)
if i had written/ were to write this book, it would be called “Don’t put your life in the hands of a rock and roll band”.
filed under: mindfulness
this morning, i saw an old lady who nearly tripped over some uneven tiles on the ground.
she nearly lost her balance but managed to recover. she stood still for about 10 seconds after that, as if to calm herself and to ingrain the experience.
then she went to the tiles and used her feet to even out the tiles so that others won’t slip.
that’s mindfulness and compassion. if i had those, i would have snapped a picture of the tiles and send it to the town council.
what an interesting job
filed under: dreams
i would love Brad Grossman’s job.
“Grossman meets with each of his dozen clients on a weekly or monthly basis to discuss a subject they want to learn more about. He then has his researchers at Grossman & Partners dive into the area and deliver a report. But he also schedules long conversations with his clients–and will even arrange dinners with experts on specific topics.”
before this, brad was oscar-winning Brian Grazer’s cultural attaché and the job description was supposedly this:
This person would be responsible for keeping Brian abreast of everything that’s going on in the world; politically, culturally, musically. . . . They’re also responsible for finding an interesting person for Brian to meet with every week . . . an astronaut, a journalist, a philosopher, a buddhist monk. . . . There is LOTS of reading for this position! Grazer may ask you to read any book he’s interested in. You’ll probably get to read about 4 or 5 books a week and you may be required to travel with him on his private plane to Hawaii, New York, Europe—teaching him anything he asks you about along the way. . . . You will also be provided with an assistant. . . . Salary is around $150,000 a year. . . . You will be to Grazer what Karl Rove was to Bush.
Brad created this job for himself. i would love to do the same but i need to find my balls first.
have you seen them?
what is hidden from us
filed under: howtolive, films
one of my favorite movies in 2013 is Frances Ha. in it, the protagonist says she probably has to read Proust before going to Paris.
i have always wanted to read Proust but it’s a long read (“The entirety of “In Search of Lost Time” is said to be about 4,300 pages, depending on the translation”) and i’m lazy.
in this context, what better rebuke is there than to quote Proust himself:
“I think that life would suddenly seem wonderful to us if we were threatened to die as you say. Just think of how many projects, travels, love affairs, studies, it–our life–hides from us, made invisible by our laziness which, certain of a future, delays them incessantly.”
in the film, the protagonist visits Paris for the first time and is unable to enjoy herself because she has been unhappy for a long time. in one shot, we see her miserable and walking away to reveal a resplendent Eiffel Tower glowing in the dark of the night. she is indifferent to its magic.
Proust suggests they are many beautiful Eiffel Towers in our lives but they are invisible to us because we keep delaying our happiness thinking it will come in the future.
what are the eiffel towers that are hidden in our lives?
“goodbye everybody, i gotta go.”
anyway the wind blows.
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