"The original greek word MODEL means MISHAPEN BALL OF CLAY...and I try to think of that everytime I get in front of the camera."
Monday, April 29, 2002
Thursday, April 25, 2002
The Lonely Island of Prententia (Part 2)
I don't know from whence blog entries became so pretentious in nature but I am writing to express my utter contempt for them. I absolutely abhor the cavalier use of such fancy and big words. They cause me great angst and strife. Why would anyone want to use these words with such fervor is beyond me. It's a complete calamity when people have to use 10 images and 20 big fancy words to express the simple task of taking out the garbage. I can appreciate unbridled enthusiasm for writing with style and panache however it is not always necessary for the mundanity that IS our everyday life. The gallantry and valor in writing is highly respected by me. Overzealous use of imagery, metaphors, and big words in substitution for purposeful writing is rather sordid.
Take this sentence for example. “Her words are a veritable ocean of emotions that tugs at the very core of your soul.” This can be best expressed as, “I can relate to what she is going through.” How about this sentence? “Like Exaclibur unto Arthur, I can unleash an eruption of emotion that would be unparalleled by even the euphemistic king of embellishment.” This means, “I can bullshit as well as anyone out there.” Please, for the love of dog, spare me the contemptuous task of deciphering your dribble.
Am I a heathen for shedding such light upon this world of such exuberant ignorance? Am I the antithesis to your thesis? I mean no malevolence but I loathe misuse of such a beautiful language. I reckon it is quite a daunting task to entertain an audience that constantly foresakes the average writer. Do not fall into the trap of using a multitude of words that are not colloquial. Embellishment of writing is a cancerous tumour that can grow to such banal proportions. Believe me. Don’t do it. Really!! This is the incandescent truth that I am striving to deliver with such unrelenting guile.
I don't know from whence blog entries became so pretentious in nature but I am writing to express my utter contempt for them. I absolutely abhor the cavalier use of such fancy and big words. They cause me great angst and strife. Why would anyone want to use these words with such fervor is beyond me. It's a complete calamity when people have to use 10 images and 20 big fancy words to express the simple task of taking out the garbage. I can appreciate unbridled enthusiasm for writing with style and panache however it is not always necessary for the mundanity that IS our everyday life. The gallantry and valor in writing is highly respected by me. Overzealous use of imagery, metaphors, and big words in substitution for purposeful writing is rather sordid.
Take this sentence for example. “Her words are a veritable ocean of emotions that tugs at the very core of your soul.” This can be best expressed as, “I can relate to what she is going through.” How about this sentence? “Like Exaclibur unto Arthur, I can unleash an eruption of emotion that would be unparalleled by even the euphemistic king of embellishment.” This means, “I can bullshit as well as anyone out there.” Please, for the love of dog, spare me the contemptuous task of deciphering your dribble.
Am I a heathen for shedding such light upon this world of such exuberant ignorance? Am I the antithesis to your thesis? I mean no malevolence but I loathe misuse of such a beautiful language. I reckon it is quite a daunting task to entertain an audience that constantly foresakes the average writer. Do not fall into the trap of using a multitude of words that are not colloquial. Embellishment of writing is a cancerous tumour that can grow to such banal proportions. Believe me. Don’t do it. Really!! This is the incandescent truth that I am striving to deliver with such unrelenting guile.
Wednesday, April 24, 2002
You know...sometimes I wish I was 2 dimensional...I could turn sideways and hide from people I despise...I'd be practically invisible...damn you god (note the non-capitalized "g"...that's right...I did that on purpose...)...why did you have to make me 3 dimensional!!!
(note : I don't really actually believe in god...nor do I really wish I was 2 dimensional...I'm being facetious....and I really despise people...)
(note : I don't really actually believe in god...nor do I really wish I was 2 dimensional...I'm being facetious....and I really despise people...)
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
I had dinner with the family the other day...and seems my mom is under the notion that I dumped my ex gf because she was too "difficult" and "confrontational" for me...and that my "new" gf (according to my mom even though we've been dating for 2+ yrs) is more my type..."less confrontational" and "easy going"...I do reckon ma is correct...to some extent...the confrontation in relationships is undoubtedly inevitable...but when it becomes a common theme in your life...it's quite burdensome...but I did not dump her because of the confrontations...we broke up because the reasons behind the confrontations were irreconcilable...and I guess it was just coincidence that my "new" gf was everything I had hoped my ex gf to be...ever wonder if fate sets you up to make these crucial decisions in your life?
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
The Lonely Island of Pretentia
Ever wonder about the pretense of being you? You can call them little white lies about yourself. Everyone tells them. Everyone is pretentious. Some people might hate to admit it but it’s true. Why are we like this? I think in some ways it’s our own little security blanket. Being the REAL me has a lot of risks involved. If someone doesn’t like you, how crushing would it be to realize they didn’t like the REAL you? It’s an easier pill to swallow if they didn’t like the PRETENSE of being you.
Here’s an example a friend gave me (thanks Liz).
Have you ever been alone in a room and have someone come up behind you or from around a corner and totally surprise you? Your heart skips a beat and you jump a thousand miles right? On a shallow level we’re surprised because it’s unsuspecting to have someone appear out of nowhere when we think we’re alone. On a deeper level, maybe we were surprised because for that brief moment that we were alone, we weren’t hiding behind any false pretenses. Having someone see us without the security blanket can be quite scary, no?
There are varying degrees of pretentiousness. I think the more pretentious you are, the less secure you are. Being secure is something we strive for our whole lives. Do people accomplish this? I don’t think you can truly accomplish simple because of the complexity of lies that we create for ourselves throughout life. Most of which are on the subconscious level. I think Abraham Maslow believed in it to some extent and called it “Self-Actualization” – The ongoing actualization of an individual’s potentials and capacity that leads to feelings of fulfillment of life missions, and a fuller acceptance of our own true nature. Note the last part though, “fuller acceptance”, not complete.
So is being pretentious bad? --Not really. Can I sleep at night knowing I’m not always “keeping it real”? --Definitely. Why am I not upset? It’s human nature and it’s innocent. So do you still think you’re “keeping it real”? Well as real as I possibly can, which is a step in the right direction.
Ever wonder about the pretense of being you? You can call them little white lies about yourself. Everyone tells them. Everyone is pretentious. Some people might hate to admit it but it’s true. Why are we like this? I think in some ways it’s our own little security blanket. Being the REAL me has a lot of risks involved. If someone doesn’t like you, how crushing would it be to realize they didn’t like the REAL you? It’s an easier pill to swallow if they didn’t like the PRETENSE of being you.
Here’s an example a friend gave me (thanks Liz).
Have you ever been alone in a room and have someone come up behind you or from around a corner and totally surprise you? Your heart skips a beat and you jump a thousand miles right? On a shallow level we’re surprised because it’s unsuspecting to have someone appear out of nowhere when we think we’re alone. On a deeper level, maybe we were surprised because for that brief moment that we were alone, we weren’t hiding behind any false pretenses. Having someone see us without the security blanket can be quite scary, no?
There are varying degrees of pretentiousness. I think the more pretentious you are, the less secure you are. Being secure is something we strive for our whole lives. Do people accomplish this? I don’t think you can truly accomplish simple because of the complexity of lies that we create for ourselves throughout life. Most of which are on the subconscious level. I think Abraham Maslow believed in it to some extent and called it “Self-Actualization” – The ongoing actualization of an individual’s potentials and capacity that leads to feelings of fulfillment of life missions, and a fuller acceptance of our own true nature. Note the last part though, “fuller acceptance”, not complete.
So is being pretentious bad? --Not really. Can I sleep at night knowing I’m not always “keeping it real”? --Definitely. Why am I not upset? It’s human nature and it’s innocent. So do you still think you’re “keeping it real”? Well as real as I possibly can, which is a step in the right direction.
Sunday, April 14, 2002
Friday, April 12, 2002
Introducing Nike's next franchise product...the Air Shake 22...not only will it give you mad hops...a killer shot...and handles like you wouldn't believe...it also allows you to dunk on all players named Stan, Garry, and Brian...revolutionary you say?...damn straight...at Nike...we luvs us some technology...and it'd be showin like a muthaf*cker...
Thursday, April 11, 2002
My memory is rotting faster than the week old coffee sitting in my bedroom...and it's gotten to a point where I now have to write down the things I need to remember...everything from grocery lists to the bizarre thoughts that go through my mind from time to time...why do I bother recording bizarre thoughts?...I think in the future when I get committed to the asylum...people might be interested in reading the thoughts leading up to my insanity...
On a related note...since my memory has gone sour lately...I've started keeping track of my lies...that way I won't get confused when interrogated by people...that's the KEY to being a good liar...anyone can act...but you have to keep your lies straight...and consistent...I think every man should keep a BOOK OF LIES...just don't let this book get in the wrong hands...
So you're probably wondering if I've lied to YOU...well now would be the perfect time for people to interrogate me about the past...all the lies I've told prior to this year have probably been flushed out of memory...ask now or forever hold your peace...
Kimmie...if you're reading this...I have never lied to you!! =)
On a related note...since my memory has gone sour lately...I've started keeping track of my lies...that way I won't get confused when interrogated by people...that's the KEY to being a good liar...anyone can act...but you have to keep your lies straight...and consistent...I think every man should keep a BOOK OF LIES...just don't let this book get in the wrong hands...
So you're probably wondering if I've lied to YOU...well now would be the perfect time for people to interrogate me about the past...all the lies I've told prior to this year have probably been flushed out of memory...ask now or forever hold your peace...
Kimmie...if you're reading this...I have never lied to you!! =)
Tuesday, April 09, 2002
Tuesday, April 02, 2002
Have you noticed people's romantic obsession with the "underdog"...I find it rather interesting...I guess deep down we all have an inadequacy that allows us to identify with David and NOT Goliath...we look forward to seeing the underdog win because it somehow gives us a fighting chance with whatever it is that we struggle with day to day...
The underdog doesn't always win though...do we still relate with the loser?...or do we dissociate ourselves and try to justify their failure?...if we gain a bit of adequacy for ourselves vicariously through the underdog's achievements...do we also compound our INadequacy through their losses?...
More often than not the underdog loses...so it stands to reason that we're spiraling downward if we constantly side with the underdog...that is of course assuming that we gain and lose equally with every win or loss the underdog experiences...
Personally I think we gain much more for their successes than for their losses...so in the end this identification with the underdog is a net positive gain...
Do you identify with the underdog or with the favourite?
The underdog doesn't always win though...do we still relate with the loser?...or do we dissociate ourselves and try to justify their failure?...if we gain a bit of adequacy for ourselves vicariously through the underdog's achievements...do we also compound our INadequacy through their losses?...
More often than not the underdog loses...so it stands to reason that we're spiraling downward if we constantly side with the underdog...that is of course assuming that we gain and lose equally with every win or loss the underdog experiences...
Personally I think we gain much more for their successes than for their losses...so in the end this identification with the underdog is a net positive gain...
Do you identify with the underdog or with the favourite?
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