![]() | ||
| picture by Philip Toledano |
JUMP TO BOTTOM/BLOG ARCHIVE
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Portrait of America as a Man
This is one way America would look if it turned into a man, a futurist re-visioning of 'Captain' America. America...don't you know I want you? Don't you know I need you? The fix is alright..
TIME SUCKS
![]() |
| Alternative Press-Elise Amendola |
Animals don't show up 5 minutes 'late' for a 'shift'. They eat when they need to, they drink when they need to, they sleep when they need to. We are always distracted by clocks and our idea of time, enough to the extent that we rob ourselves of time! Everyone's in a hurry to get nowhere. Appointments are made, sure I guess we need some structure right? Did the witch doctor or shaman need an appointment if you were in his village? Would he see if he could 'squeeze' or 'work you in' for next week? Maybe there were times he was busy and you'd have to return. People unconsciously do things to the nearest quarter hour, half hour, full hour mark point. We seldom choose to go to sleep at 11:23 pm over 11:30 pm. Boom, so we kill 7 minutes before then without realizing it, just because 11:30 is an easier point to mark in our minds. What about calendar dates? Someone wants to quit smoking, but it always has to be a 'special' time. "I'll quit smoking New Year's Day, that's my New Year's resolution," they'll say. Or "I'll quit on my birthday." In an attempt to establish special meaning for these days, (or even the hours within them), we make it ok to waste time in the meantime because it's not 'special enough' or 'right enough'. Every second should be special.
Time is infinite and circular, but that doesn't mean OUR time is infinite in the current life we live. The only way we can measure time is by changes in ourselves and our surroundings. No changes and time would appear to freeze. So in a way it never runs out, but WE run out physically. We owe it to ourselves to treat all of our countdown towards our own death as special. This does not involve cramming a schedule with 144,000 tasks a day which may or may not be important in the end. It's quality versus quantity. The irony is if we remove our notion of time and stop using the word, we gain more time than ever. If time is the concept we think about constantly, we never have enough of it....
Labels:
calendars,
clocks,
daily life,
time,
timelessness,
waste
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Unserious Job Interviews as a Hobby
I just thought it'd be a cool here-and-there hobby or pastime. You set up a job interview for a job you don't really give a rats' ass about, and you have fun acting crazy or wearing demented clothes or whatever, just to laugh at how serious people are all the time.
Case in point: have you ever left a message on someone's phone machine, and then you hear the robot chick go something like : 'to re-record message, press blah blah, if you are satifisfied, press yadda yadda' and you end up playing around with the record function and using it almost like a toy? Well I confess I once made a bunch of demented noises on my friend's machine (well.. the level of things before it went to machine, or so I thought). I also practiced my speech for getting jobs (as I was job hunting then) so I'd say shit like "hi I'm looking for a job...bblablabla call me at suchandsuch #.' So I was sure I erased all that crap when I was done with it and hung up. Somehow it didn't erase and they actually called me for a job (my friend's dad had a contracting business and I dunno if he knew it was me on the mssg, or if the 'demented noises' person was different from the 'job wanted' person! You'd think he'd recognize my voice or that it was the same for all the recordings!?)
So the point is, unserious job interviews are just for a laugh and shitting around, but you might get offers for a job you might want after all, hahaha. Also, you could work things from the other end, put up bullshit hiring ads and see who'll actually respond!
Case in point: have you ever left a message on someone's phone machine, and then you hear the robot chick go something like : 'to re-record message, press blah blah, if you are satifisfied, press yadda yadda' and you end up playing around with the record function and using it almost like a toy? Well I confess I once made a bunch of demented noises on my friend's machine (well.. the level of things before it went to machine, or so I thought). I also practiced my speech for getting jobs (as I was job hunting then) so I'd say shit like "hi I'm looking for a job...bblablabla call me at suchandsuch #.' So I was sure I erased all that crap when I was done with it and hung up. Somehow it didn't erase and they actually called me for a job (my friend's dad had a contracting business and I dunno if he knew it was me on the mssg, or if the 'demented noises' person was different from the 'job wanted' person! You'd think he'd recognize my voice or that it was the same for all the recordings!?)
So the point is, unserious job interviews are just for a laugh and shitting around, but you might get offers for a job you might want after all, hahaha. Also, you could work things from the other end, put up bullshit hiring ads and see who'll actually respond!
| What planet is this #%%#@ guy from? |
![]() |
| Ooh! Pick me pick me! |
![]() |
| "Ehhm..final question. What size of bra do you wear, and what color are your panties? Uh..why are you looking at me like that, don't you want the job?" |
![]() |
| I just want...to be a penguin for a living. A computer generated penguin. |
![]() |
| I'm on drugs, and I'm not smiling |
Labels:
bullshit,
funny,
hiring,
job interviews
Friday, December 9, 2011
Fox Fur Color Changes
There's at least a dozen species of true fox out there, each with its own physical traits and characteristics. To confuse things more, even within one species (say the more common Red Fox) color changes can occur. Meaning a Red Fox can actually look black. These happen with conditions such as pregnancy or seasonal changes, or born mutations. Here are some pics of different colors of fur in foxes:
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Good Thoughts, Bad Thoughts
One of the most beautiful songs you'll ever hear is 'Good Thoughts, Bad Thoughts' by Funkadelic
It's the kind of song you need to just set aside all your hurrying and bullshit, lie back and just
listen and meditate. It's hard to imagine not feeling a bit better after hearing it all.. https://youtu.be/rlHpaypcQrw
A clip of the song can be found here ^
Follow the words of wisdom...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Travel like a king
Listen to the inner voice
A higher wisdom is at work for you
Conquering the stumbling blocks come easier
When the conqueror is in tune with the infinite
Every ending is a new beginning
Life is an endless unfoldment
Change your mind, and you change your relation to time
You can find the answer
The solution lies within the problem
The answer is in every question
Dig it?
An attitude is all you need to rise and walk away
Inspire yourself
Your life is yours
It fits you like your skin
The oak sleeps in the acorn
The giant sequoia tree sleeps in its tiny seed
The bird waits in the egg
God waits for his unfoldment in man
Fly on, children
Play on
You gravitate to that which you secretly love most
You meet in life the exact reproduction of your own thoughts
There is no chance, coincidence or accident
In a world ruled by law and divine order
You rise as high as your dominant aspiration
You descend to the level of your lowest concept of your self
Free your mind and your ass will follow
The infinite intelligence within you knows the answers
Its nature is to respond to your thoughts
Be careful of the thought-seeds you plant in the garden of your mind
For seeds grow after their kind
Play on, children
Every thought felt as true
Or allowed to be accepted as true by your conscious mind
Take roots in your subconscious
Blossoms sooner or later into an act
And bears its own fruit
Good thoughts bring forth good fruit
Bullshit thoughts rot your meat
Think right, and you can fly
The kingdom of heaven is within
Free your mind, and your ass will follow
Play on, children
Sing on, lady
Yeah
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

















