Ooh-ooh

Now when it doesn't matter what caliber I spit at

I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks

You'll just turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck

Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks

And now he wants to take it out on us?" (Ooh-ooh)

But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy

Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study

It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooh-ooh)

I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that

I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry

Especially an effing Recovery clone of me

I can't keep this out of on-the-loop mode

I can't stop won't stop even if I could. Good grief, Eminem is back with a vengeance!

I get in beefs, my enemies die

I don't ceasefire 'til at least all are deceased

I'm eastside, never be caught slippin'

Now you see why I don't sleep

Not even a wink, I don't blink

I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats

I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

Why is there NO ONE around to hardcore fan over them lyrics and them beats and them content? Why? Why?

On a more serious note, I hope Marshall is just rhyming an emotion with the pill verse.

Losing Chester was something, but losing Marshall... Now, now now he's not going anywhere right right right

Reborn a Fortune's Child

Of songs that deeply resonate with me, this one used to overwhelm me frequently during the early listening sessions.

I have been over it since these old years, as over it as a sponge which assimilated the liquid and is poised in its engorgement.

At times, during a lack of stillness, agitation comes down on my soul and the song stirs in me again.

I don't know what the halcyon sensations I feel connect me to. I feel a mnemonic state I can't access can provide some answers. I don't understand the way I am dimensioned and I'm not certain the knowledge of such things is compulsory to advance or to seek the origins of the halcyon state.

Man, I need to write some more

Etto-o-o-o...Etto-o-o-o-o

Done with this semester.

Somehow, it wasn't the most joyful time of my American stay. It certainly wasn't the worst either.
It was overwhelming at times, over packed at others, and the few breathers I took were harbingers of dreadful periods to come and filled with grey poise.
Looking back at it though, I'm grateful to realize how much I managed to do and accomplish despite the low involvement and the feeling of not really belonging to the time and place I was existing in.

-Working full time while taking a full load of courses and doing PhD research was overwhelming. I asked some colleague, who looks and talks and acts like he came out of the womb tired and pinching his eyes, about how he managed to have some life while being in my situation. He mentioned giving up homework and some social commitments, and being unable to focus much. I'm relieved my homework didn't suffer from it at least, and I have more of engaged commitments outside rather than "social/mingle/small talk/let's have simple fun" activities. So the second point was no issue to me. I did have to dial down greatly on the time I used to spend speaking to closed ones overseas. I dialed down on the emails updates and this blog as well. This being said, I'm ending this semester with As in all classes, solid understanding, full time work and progress in our research objectives.

-My PhD research, being independent of the research I conduct at my workplace, requires a time of its own. This has been bothering me for some time now.

-My workout regime took a hit. I used to go to the gym everyday after work back when I worked half-days. It was easy to grab my staff, head to the gym at noon or 2:00 pm, and get my stress out. Now tough, I go out of work at 4:00 pm or 5:00 pm depending on classes times, then I head to class, then I'm dead and just want to crawl to bed. But no, I have assignments too and the week-end won't be enough to go through them. I took to cycling to go anywhere within 30 minutes. I took to Yoga with Adriene almost everyday. I can touch my knee with my nose now and have greatly improved my lower body flexibility. I have my resilience and endurance back. I guess I just hope I can get back to HIIT and/or cardio at some point. Yoga and cycling don't help with weight management as much as muscle work/weight lifting doe for me.

-My reading/writing reached a peak again and it has been the main relief and main tangible outcome from this semester. I learn more, I have one ready ready ready draft and looking for a literary agent has been one strange quest, almost like job hunting. Except I was qualified and with experience on my resume, whereas with writing, that's radically different and strange. Still, editing the following draft and moving on to reading over again the Vampire Hunter D book series is providing relief in that aspect. So I am not worried or filled with anticipation or looking forward for an end result. Whatever.

Finals is this coming week, but I wrapped up early and don't have to take a final.

Christmas break is coming and I will probably spend it at the Eastern Coast. It will be the first vacation I would actually take since a long time.

I will be preparing for my PhD qualifiers before and after though. I'm taking the exams in late January and December is already flying by.

My dream Broke down and Disappeared

It's always a refreshing and soothing phase when I listen to openings/endings of the 80s & 90s cartoons and anime. Sometimes, there are jewels within the mix that appear. One of such :

I have been rewatching Tiger Mask as my main playlist at work. As much as it gets funny at times, I realize how dark and raw it was compared to the stuff of these days. Man, the stories of the characters and their struggle are so intense and filled with pain and life's crushing circumstances. 

Now I need a Tekkaman Blade marathon as well. And Belphegor, and Lain, and perhaps every good show that was goodness to the core that shaped my childhood. I really need this right now.

Rewatching I'm Not There to Wipe Away Bohemian Rhapsody's taste.

I watched Bohemian Rhapsody. I wasn't impressed. Predictably watered down and generic. But then again, they wanted to sell.

I'll wait for the "I'm Not There" equivalent of a Queen biopic. To this day, no biopic movie nailed it like that one.

Also, I watched Crimes of Grindelwald and never again Jo. Never again.

You'd think that money, creative authority and freedom would allow an artist to expand. No, it allows them to play monkey games, as in "let's throw poop at the public's faces, they paid to come and see this shit anyway"

Tulsa was much needed and beyond my expectations

Growing Up Moroccan. Growing Up K.

Instead of doing my homework, I spent my afternoon laughing my ass off with N., N., S. and compagnie while putting together a playlist for the songs we grew up listening to in Morocco.

The nostalgia meeting the ridicule meeting the versatile range that everyone knew and grew up with made up for a merry day, the likes of which I haven't had in a long long time.

Playlist

There were some though that didn't fit the common musical experience. More of my niche. No issue, put them aside in their own playlist.

Playlist

In Mood for Writing but life is too stuffed

Relax

This administrative limbo took a toll on me. I'm back but not mended. I need to clean myself and make sense of the whirlpool and the fallacy of it all.

Everytime I think I made peace with the notion that life is nothing but fair, that shit happens and that the best action I can take is to take reaction into full awareness, get proactive and make my peace and move on, something comes along the way that is way beyond my built up level and sends me back in that internal pathos. I get stuck in that sense of injustice and who knows how much time I will be focusing on that.

God damn it, I wish leveling up was as clear as in RPGs, putain. Mais bon, I leveled up eventually, and I'm pretty sure it will help in alleviating shit happening, but damn when the next big knock-out will come, I have to remember that I can certainly choose my reaction, deal with it healthy and move on, letting it be a harmless and fertile grounded soil for the back of my mind.

Everything stays

Grimes - Genesis

I cannot believe my luck, or divine mercy, or eerie intuition.

I cannot fucking believe it.

31:14

My boss is quitting at my workplace. My writing doesn't want to be wrapped. My boss was one of the main great things about working at my workplace and working with him was one of the few good things Wichita bestowed upon me.

I missed the damn bastard, I miss him even more now after his farewell email. I'm not about to cry as much about him as I did over S. but it is quite a blow.

It was a hell of an honor to work for such a brilliant and understanding guy with leadership T.T

Mundus ipse est ingens deorum omnium templum

The world itself is a huge temple of all the gods

-Seneca

When I am called to pay taxes on life, I find some relief in the stoic meditations of yore.

I hope I always remember that Seneca, Epictetus, Marcus Aurelius and so on are a page away, a thought away.

But most importantly, I hope I can always meditate enough their teachings that it would stick once and for all and be part of my psyche.

I sometimes worry that I don't assimilate well enoug ideas that I find worth keeping and applying. 

But in the deafening silence of administrative procedures and the instabilities over my future, I realize that many things that used to get to me no longer get to me, and things I never faced before are easier to confront, perhaps not so much to deal with, but at least to confront in the first meeting.

So I am enclined to think that I understand how to deal with a range of life taxes, and that with more life, more diverse forms of life taxes come. And it may be that I need some first digestion and loss to adapt, assimilate and think them through first.

But in the end...

Oh fuck me, it just keeps getting hardcore and I hope I can keep getting hardcore with it as well.

To Annihilate the Administrative Stagnation,

A deep dive into the seas of a mind that promises to numb mine

Atlanta

Season 2 is so good, so good

If this series is going to age this way, it will be an amazing patchwork, an intelligent meditation in the african-american culture, the life and relationships dynamics around it and the individual caught up in all of it, either a puppet, driven by events, a social animal looking to survive and with no choice, or an individual dealing with one's own humanity and htat of those around them, close to them and hurt by them.

Also, Darius is just...oh man oh man XD...

A Single Spark

Of the several highs I can get in life, discovering a new director with a wealth of work that speaks to me and drowns me with every maifestations is their sea is the sweetest sweetest artistic annihilation that invades and lasts with me for long time.

Lee Chang Dong, where have you been hiding all this time?

Another reason why I do what I do

"The progress of science is the discovery at each step of a new order which gives unity to what had long seemed unlike.Faraday did this when he closed the link between electricity and magnetism.Clerk Maxwell did it when he linked both with light. Einstein linked time with space, mass with energy…

Science is nothing else than the search to discover unity in the wild variety of nature —or more exactly, in the variety of our experience."

Dr. Wenbin Yu

Gambino is Back

Try to focus on the background.
It's hard, the guy is a magnificent beast.

Then I looked and saw a pale horse. Its rider’s name was Death, and Hades followed close behind.

Off you go fishing Valentyna Ivanivna

Getting ready to defend tomorrow, and having one of my favorite documentaries blasted in the background. 

I can't believe I have to actually "prepare" for a presentation.

I'd rather be dancing under a sun rising from the wrong side right now. Oh well. Only one day is left and I will be free.

Mom, could you get me my Frodo ring?

-I still strongly think he deserves the Pulitzer.

-Dude drop it. Kendrick's album is thoughtfully written. His style evolved and his lyrics are filled with substance.

-U saying our boy has no substance.

-I'm saying our boy is a boy. He is a genius in his own right, he is amazing, hey I love the guy. But he is very stuck in his register, it doesn't evolve. He is still, hopefully, working on his issues through his music. But it is still the same kind of mindset, the same kind of problematic and...

-How can you say that K.? How dare you cast a mechanical look on Eminem's emotions? DID YOU EVEN LISTEN to his LAST ALBUM?

-I'm not judging him. Dude if anything it hurts to hear such packed sufferance and anger and resentment in his music. I feel for the guy he is my favorite rapper and his music one of my favorite ones. You saw how much I listen to his shit. It's just that the Pulitzer awa...

-Pulitzer award has become BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT you hear. Much like the Nobel prize. Did you hear of that Myanmar lady?

-Aung San Suu Kyi you mean? Just check the finalists and you will see for yourself the work involved and the brand the Pulitzer hearkens to. Commitment to the social condition and socio-politi...
-Eminem is a MILESTONE. He is THE established One.
-Eminem brought up the issues of his own class briefly and focused on his own therapy through music, which is still ongoing and still looping over the same topics. Kendrick created a grandiose tribute to his generation's of African-American....
-Eminem TRANSCENDED his race and his background. His issues are UNIVERSAL. Goddamn it Khadija, you gave up on your boy? U sidin' with Lamar now?

Oh my fucking time. It's passed 11h00 pm. I want to be done with my thesis report and I regret blasting my Eminem playlist. I don't want to argue over rap, Eminem, Lamar and Pulitzer's winners right now.

Right now, I want to be done with the mesoscopic representatiVe volume element of the beads manufactured with short fibers through fused deposition modeling.

No, but no, instead let's blast DAMN. and try to knock in B.'s head why Lamar's album is what is and why Eminem's music is what is.

The ache in my heart from such beauty is unbearable. Why is there such a divine hold within a piece and I'm a meek soul trying to intake it all in? Just why?

Inochi No Namae いのちの名前

The Name of Life.

I don't think Chihiro realized the extent of it and its weight and its consequences and overall, its fractal process, when she was stepping back into the "human world" with her parents. She got a hint  of it and turned, then got a hint of it and looked for few moments at the tunnel. Maybe someday, she will be collecting dry laundry and then it will hit her. Maybe it will never happen. Maybe it will happen in the school, who knows. There is no methodology.

I think Haku was the one to feel the extent of Life at that separation and he kept it to himself, and he shared the hope they would meet again, for he will always be in her heart.

Ultimately, it's this soundtrack that renders the extent of the emotion stuck in that moment, and I think this particular artwork at that particular moment, is the fractal of Life.

It's just there and I look fully inward while listening to it, feeling it in every cell of my body and thinking about old days and coming days in the freshness of a dry summer among the green of the North or the sand of the South. I think of that sweetness of that solitude, the melancholy of it and just like that, I get a speeding ticket.

A Meditation on Humanizing Mankind

Pictures by J. 
 Dear, you rock all the way to the edge of your stem cells. Happy birthday to you as well and I wish for you all that you wish for.

Happy birthday Senator Fulbright, your gift keeps on giving, your legacy instills all of us with awe and commitment, your ideology has a cancerous behavior with a viral outreach. Long may your memory endure.

"Educational exchange can turn nations into people, contributing as no other form of communication can to the humanizing of international relations. Man's capacity for decent behavior seems to vary directly with his perception of others as individual humans with human motives and feelings, whereas his capacity for barbarism seems related to his perception of an adversary in abstract terms, as the embodiment, that is, of some evil design or ideology." [Speech to the Council on International Educational Exchange, 1983]

 "International educational exchange is the most significant current project designed to continue the process of humanizing mankind to the point, we would hope, that men can learn to live in peace--eventually even to cooperate in constructive activities rather than compete in a mindless contest of mutual destruction....We must try to expand the boundaries of human wisdom, empathy and perception, and there is no way of doing that except through education." [From remarks on the occasion of the thirtieth anniversary of the Fulbright Program, 1976]

This week-end has been fruitful in all kinds of celebrations, food, laughter, and conversations: a versatile meditation over our own passage through the U.S. from rich souls of different perspectives, different majors, different countries, sharing passionate tendencies and commitment overdrive and the audacity to stand by ideas and concepts, live by them and fight for them.

Among the intimate exchanges we shared, the one D. and I were hung on was the human condition: perhaps, it's PhD in philosophy, perhaps it's the sewers of humankind where we delve in, perhaps it's Z. psychological and gender studies, but it was a long meditation over what it meant to be human, and when one answers to such a title: All of us have had our fair share of human interactions in this country and witnessing and living through alienating episodes or humbling ones, and so we were discussing the difference between when a biped is more of a puppet than a social animal, when a social animal is more of a creature of mind than a self-aware life form, when a self-aware life form is more of a bundle of thoughts and emotions than a consciousness able to react, assess and process and grow, and when... and when, and when...

There is no end to it, there is a feel to it though. It will take more writing, so much more writing Senator, so much more coffee, exchange, experiences. It will take more lifetimes. I am grateful nonetheless. There is a lot of personal stake on the Fulbright legacy on an intricate scale and every time, I rediscover it and find out it grew and unraveled some more and it instills in me a terrible and fascinating sense of inner awareness.

Good-bye Fay, you've been a soothing limbo

I miss these three so so much already. Please guys, keep on shining and pursuing your quests, keep on working for the advancement of yourselves and the species. I wish you never grow old.

I wish we meet again. I will see to it. Let's do it over and over again.

Echoes of Conversations II : When we are together

...And they are done with most of the bottles, and the conversations are filled with laughter, passion, knowledge, insight, inside jokes and hilarious or sad stories.

Suddenly, your head is mindfucked, and filled with plenty. So much to process, to go through over again. So much dreamed of.

 -"When I start my PhD, I will make a home out of my place, and I hope I will get to decorate it with these."

-"J., my dear, I will bring you one but it'll be a rat dipped in sulfate copper."

-"It won't latch, you need an exoskeleton"

 Problem solved. Although, it's a rabbit. I'm sure I can get him a rat.

-"Very few scientific organizations are allowed to work with defective fertilized cells."

-"Social sciences are heavily involved in biology and other disciplines of STEM. Ethics are not luxury of the people living in a moral bubble, they are additional restrictions that push us to aim harder, work more and have more awareness and respect of precious resources that we can never give back, that is life and time, joy and lack of pain.

-"I'd sacrifice one person for the sake of 500"

-"But to spare 500 of what? If we consider sufferance as a compulsory parameter of the human condition and its management an undeniable condition to pretend to be a human being, you will be technically depriving 500 people of their right to claim more humanity."

-"There is no guarantee 500 people dealing with pain will grow out of it. The social animal will always escape sufferance by any leisure means available, whether they are harmful to his body or the other parts of his being or not."

-"With the kind of lack of awareness and self-reflection and looking for the easy way for anything that is predominating the vox populis culture, I would not be surprised that the spared 500 will not only not grow out of their sufferance, but they themselves will become a source of disease to others from the lack of healing and the absence of self-reflection and acceptance of pain.

-Hence, my point: I'll sacrifice one to spare the world 500 new diseases.

-Spare the world? Bitch please, more social animals to feed on it with gluttony is not what I would describe as sparing the world.

-When one piece of the cohesive identity is getting attacked, ego switches to it and the person chooses to become defined by it: if your religious group is getting the heat, you identify more as part of this community and strive to show it through your immediate choices and acts. You forget the other parts of your cohesive identity and focus solely on this part, paradoxically enough drowning your own identity into one adjective, one robotic feature, one cliche. It can be more though, more pieces of your identity getting heat from the outside as interpreted by your mind and therefore your ego focusing solely on them.
-You end up with an ego consuming you and a linear image of the self you used to have before burying it deep inside.
-The ego doesn't consume so much as it becomes more stupid. It's not irreversible though. The rehabilitation of brainwashed and PTSD patients is not far-fetched. The issue is to focus on the ego instead of the mind: convincing this entity that strives to be an individual while being part of a group and being idolized and loved that it's not threatened by change is difficult. The ego is very fragile and will do anything to stay as granitic as possible. It doesn't help when the mind is not in collaboration either and the personal worth is not of balance in aspect to these other components...
-What about instilling the mind with the quest of the higher s..."
-K. I'm done with philosophy, f*** I just want to graduate, have a 9-5 pm job and feel like going through the motion of life without thinking of every aspect of this bitch.
-He killed you man.
-He killed the sonofacunt.

Echoes of Conversations I : A Warm Limbo

I'm afraid I won't be able to put in words what the everything everything I felt and was surrounded with this week-end. Enumerating will only demean the warm limbo I was in. 

 -"Z. let us know at least next time. Only David gets to pose, not fair"

 -"This college town is so beautiful, it's not fair. You guys get to be together AND have a beautiful cheap city to live in"

 -"You know me too well my dear dear Jesus. How will I ever walk out of this store? This place is amazing"

-"Quick then! Let's pull back the bookshelves and bury you here under the volumes. You will never leave"

-"This is the town square by the way. It took sometime to realize this square of tulips surrounding the estate building was the town square"

-"To be fair, it is a square."

You look high without weed man, what are you high on? Philosophy?

-"Remember when I used to be passionate about Wittgenstein and philosophy and was all passionate and shit? now it's all Verlassen, verlassen, verlassen bin ich"

Sonofab!tch killed his inner fire, all the best to rekindle another one D.

My cutie-patootie, amongst them the one and first and only Murican-Murican I had the pleasure to meet so far, who is a genuine person.

Today will be fun

I feel I have steel lungs and an aquatic heart, and I'm about to step in the green jungle filled with moisture and get rusted gladly, quietly and in the companionship of myself. I can already picture myself rusting peacefully against the fresh ground of the ruins covered by the vegetation, under a continuing summer afternoon.
Under the shadow of that tree, I enjoy the fresh breeze and the warming rays as I rust at ease, my mind prisoner of the harmonics of the water.

Jeez, it's been forever since I had a night cap XD, the world is under hallucinogens right now and Master Hirasawa is not making it any more tangible.

Python is barely making sense. Fanan is pooping and peeing everywhere. Coffee tastes weird. Writing yet another report for thesis.
In my head right now, there is a baby voice that is the offspring of Kylie and Lorde, the kind of voice that sings the ending credits on an insignificant existence that came to wither within a forest. Ghost in The Shell on the background, I missed Major.

3h00 am is surreal for writing. I'm starting to want to be done with this.
At least my head will be clear for my personal writing
There are other thesis reports requiring my attention though, other presentations,  but at least then I can go back and forth between the writings.

Dad,
A home guard
When in liquor
Missed his target
Killed the vicar
With practice
likely or not
Dad will be a better shot

Double homicide, kill the beat and the verses

When this happened,

More than getting some fresh Eminem in the system, I was delighted by the discovery of Joyner Lucas. I wasn't too sure about the dude: He sounded promising with Eminem, and I didn't hear of him before or anything by him beforehand.

Then, this shit DRO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-P-E-D

This has been my replay go-to for this weird phase of work in my workplace. Forever will ISIS and Joyner will be equivalent to wood and wood related simulations XD.

Also, that kid was a new discovery; I think the only time I ever heard of Logic and registered was the end of one of Rick and Morty's episodes.

So I looked into it and found THIS:

WHAT THE FREAKING FUCK!  I AM DYING OVER HERE, DYING PEOPLE, DYING! Why wasn't I aware of the existence of this T.T?

Am I that mediocre of a Eminem fan XD? I guess, I don't put any work in being a fan in the first place.

I miss the good ol' days when I had friends who actually went through the trouble of making a playlist and bringing some diversity and new talent to my RAP game! I cannot believe how blind and deaf and absent I must have been to actually miss on a newcomer like Logic.

Damn, I blame PhD. Aerospace got me good my peeps, what else can I say

A Short Transition in DC

 A FB event right before all hell breaks loose and I have to get hardcore on my thesis, my health, my friends' assignments and thesis and cover letters and resume and job applications and report and...and...and...

I was hoping DC will be a breather. It was a marathon.

A city worth the detour though. I just don't have the mind to take pictures.

Fortunately enough, the staff has been taking pictures and some frankly quite odd.

Thank you Megan

Just when I was coming out of the worst toothache I ever had, pondering if the poetic words of Arthur over "Je est un autre" truly agreed with the sardonic political body -l'animal social- of Nietzche, wondering why these exact lines resonated with Bob Dylan and how do they even fit with  Bronte's early poetry, I get this:

The Prisoner held me by the throat while Sensations softened my heart. And the PSP with FF VII Crisis Core made me laugh so hard my jaw needed another round of narcotics. Gosh how good it feels to cry out of joy.

Oh Megan, I couldn't have been more grateful for initiating a conversation with a stranger at a Final Fantasy concert. of Omaha, I may still recall the frustrating taste of bad trip and bad company and logistics, but they are all fading memories and eventually they will decay into oblivion, compared to the sweet remembrance of you, that night, and Master Arnie. Chicago brought me more time with you. I hope we will meet again in the future, I hope I will get to spend as much time as I want and need with you, I hope you will be well and kind to yourself until then. Thank you for the early graduation memento :), I hope I'll honor the beautiful feelings your friendship instills in me.

You can't go wrong with a fellow Final Fantasy VII Fanatic, oh no!

Gosh thank you thank you thank you.

Pis bon, comment penser a Arthur Rimbaud sans penser a son grand fan Corto Maltese? Et comment penser a Corto Maltese sans penser a Bouche Doree?

Ces narcotiques americains rendent les danses de mes abeilles plus chaotiques.

Gorgeous Walk in emotions

Every frame a painting
The richness of the feelings depicted is overwhelming
Please keep up the art, it drowns me.

Kyusai No Giho

1. Town-0 Phase-5 0:00

2. Moon Time 4:35 

3. Gardener KING (庭師KING) 10:55 

4. Ghost Bridge 15:36 

5. The Man from Narcissus Space ( ナーシサス次元から来た人) 21:19 

6. Strange Night of the Omnificence (万象の奇夜) 27:43 

7. Mother 34:39 

8. Bridge Builder (橋大工) 39:17 

9.TECHNIQUE OF RELIEF (救済の技法) 44:45 

10. World Cell 49:19

A Prayer Before Dawn

Couldn't decide to wait for that one. I drove with B.'s company non-stop for it early screening.

Needless to say, it was worth the mileage, worth passing time watching the last Tyler Perry movie before, worth staying up so late for the midnight screening and worth every dollar, every obsessive viewing of the trailer, every minute spent on the memoir and the road trip back  straight afterwards.

I don't think I have seen anything as visceral as this account aside from Good Time.

Oh Ma Sephiroth

Je vois ca et je pense a toi

En passant Nath's, ils lancent cet ad avant chaque seance cine, et a chaque fois ca me fait penser a toi :)

Et ca aussi XD, mais bon c'est pas aussi poetique:

C'est une video SNL, un sketch sur l'equipe hetero prevue pour les jeux olympiques de la Russie.

Margo

What people won't do for "a little bit of anything" ey Margo.

I remember watching this when it came out and confusing Frances with one of my childhood friends' mothers. I also remember how I didn't see her as an actress in other movies. This lady disappeared to my sight. There were characters I saw, not an actor.

Only after discovering Tilda Swinton and resonating with her art, did I finally understand how brilliant Frances is. Burn After Reading is the first movie I watched where I fully realize who she is and what she is playing.

That was a great win. Yo go Frances. Now, Billboards are outside of many places and tragedies.

May Art Be With You

I'm at awe and enthralled by the divine grace and the quietude coming out of this masterpiece. May the prison of my mind be ornated by this art.

And may art always prevail.

XD

Nintendor m'a eue a chaque fois

Dawn Dancing with Dogs

The current fosters came from a hoarder who owned plenty of animals and set the house on fire.
I don't think Caesar is about to dance as divinely as his predecessors, but at least he is no longer hiding in the closet whenever I'm dancing around X).

Meanwhile in Moroccan Sahara

Wish I was there. I am hating the weather here with passion.

On The Loop

Savoir sourire,

À une inconnue qui passe,

N'en garder aucune trace,

Sinon celle du plaisir

Savoir aimer

Sans rien attendre en retour,

Ni égard, ni grand amour,

Pas même l'espoir d'être aimé,

Mais savoir donner,

Donner sans reprendre,

Ne rien faire qu'apprendre

Apprendre à aimer,

Aimer sans attendre,

Aimer à tout prendre,

Apprendre à sourire,

Rien que pour le geste,

Sans vouloir le reste

Et apprendre à vivre

Et s'en aller.

Savoir attendre,

Goûter à ce plein bonheur

Qu'on vous donne comme par erreur,

Tant on ne l'attendait plus.

Savoir y croire

Pour tromper la peur du vide

Ancrée comme autant de rides

Qui ternissent les miroirs

Mais savoir donner,

Donner sans reprendre,

Ne rien faire qu'apprendre

Apprendre à aimer,

Aimer sans attendre,

Aimer à tout prendre,

Apprendre à…