I’m not entirely sure that I can agree with Chaplin on pain…although I do agree on the principle. I think it depends on what kind of pain you’re talking about. Sometimes I think I can and should laugh at everything, otherwise the sting of reality will eat me alive. I won’t laugh at someone else’s pain, even if I think it’s a self-serving, their fault type of thing. No one should laugh at the pain of another. I suppose it’s okay if the pain holder is laughing… but that’s not a concrete rule.
Chaplin was able to take the poverty of his youth and spin it into cinematic gold…contrary to what some believe, he never forgot where he came from…if he had forgotten, he never would have gone where he did. I’m by no means a Chaplin scholar… I’m a squirrel. What I have seen, being mildly forced to watch Chaplin’s flickering little masterpieces with Frank, is that Chaplin never depicted the poor as pure clowns. Whatever the premise was, no matter how far fetched, there was always an air of dignity to having nothing… but knowing that their situation could change….even though it seemed like it wasn’t, the present was just temporary.
Give yourself a break.
I don’t know what this has to do with Rob Base. Forgive a squirrel…
I suppose that everything can be considered waterproof until acted upon by water. I thought the special shampoo I used protected me. I soon realized that in order for the shampoo to work, I had to apply water…defeating the purpose that wasn’t really a purpose in the first place.
Samuel L. Jackson is the coolest dude who ever walked the planet. You can’t even try to make an argument against this. A jedi Knight… Nick Fury… and JOHN SHAFT! Shaft alone is more than enough to prove my theory is fact.
An idea with imagination but no motivation is a ghost. If you believe it, you can see it… but if you don’t believe then you just have to watch the next episode of Scooby Doo. I watch Frank write over and over in his little black notebooks ideas that come from out of nowhere. 98% of those ideas are horrible. (his words, not mine) He has to keep writing to set a standard…to know what is good and workable… and what will need to be forgotten once its documented. You need to know where not to go so you don’t end up going there again.
That’s imagination. The ability to see it all, but only use a tiny bit. If he wasn’t motivated to bring those notebook scribbles out, why bother scribbling in the first place? Save the trees and the ink. Thinking you can do more with what’s there also plays a big part. Starting something and realizing that it may not look like you thought, keeping an open mind along the way to augment your vision if it needs it is important too.
Today was an unusually warm day for November. The outside cleaning that Frank hoped would not have to happen until the spring was fully doable today. He resisted but the relented. It was beautiful in a sad sort of way. It wasn’t supposed to be this warm today. He wasn’t supposed to break boxes down and fill garbage bags up with stuff cleaned out of the shed three months ago… his timeline was potentially skewed by the jet stream.
Space time and meteorological continuum theories aside, the backyard looks nice. Well, better than it did.
I like campfires. I don’t go camping much. Actually, I don’t go camping at all. But I like french fries even though I’ve never been to France… (and before you email Frank, I looked it up, they’re Belgian)
Yes, I may be exposing my egoism… why not? It needs sunlight and air to live just like a lot of other mossy things. My ego and I have long conversations about us. It’s our favorite topic to interact on. Why do campfires always have to be ghost story territory? Why can’t a squirrel make into that genre?
Apparently, today’s theme is all about self esteem. This little nugget is one you can dip into the sauce over and over…
You don’t need to be genuinely great to have a great self esteem. I’m sure that if you took an honest poll of all the hyper-confident perceived people out there in the world, they’d say that it’s not all true. They are just as unsure about everything (including themselves) as those who have lower esteems. What the lack in this outward confidence they make up for in a swagger, a manufactured presence that is read as genuine confidence… when really it’s all an act.
I wish I had that. To act as though I’m right even when I can see that I’m wrong. (stop laughing out there.)
Self-esteem is everything. Being in shape is everything too. Everything you are. But what does it matter WHICH shape IN shape is? You need to be healthy, no question… but six-pack abs can have the same heart attack as two kegs and a 2-liter. If how you feel about yourself is skewed, the shape on the outside is relatively meaningless. I don’t think there are enough fitness programs out there that specifically target the self-esteem. Physical fitness programs say that one of the side benefits is a stronger self-esteem, but it never really is the main focus.
I don’t plan on doing anything about this. I love myself and pizza too much to have them waging war against each other.