After reading (light reading really) through some reviews (not that many) and googling about the movie “Interstellar,” I finally went to watch it. I’m a big fan of the Nolan brothers (because of the Batman trilogy and Inception), so I didn’t really think much about whether to watch the movie or not. The important thing was “when.”
That “when” was Monday and it was my off day anyway.
I’m not gonna offer a review of any kind because I guess there is too many things to consider and think of. Plus I’m not a scientist and won’t do any justice speaking about the facts or the non facts of the movie.
But what the movie did for me (which a lot of movies have done as well) was, it made me think and reflect. Nothing new about this since i’m an introvert, it’s like second nature already. Anyway getting back on track…
Although I didn’t have the mind to digest the science, logic and theories embedded in the movie, I still appreciated it. My friend who was with me (who watched the movie 3 times already) was asking me, “Did you understand the movie?” I answered, “I didn’t understand it but I get it.”
Yes, I know I’m being vague in answering his question. But then that was how it felt for me. I didn’t have to understand everything to appreciate the movie. The parts that were way above my head, I just left them as just stuff I don’t understand. The stuff I thought were, “Come on! Where’s the logic in that!” I simply told myself that it was just a movie and the logic of things were in the head and mind of the creator. And the stuff I could understand, well, I resonated with. Again, a mixed bag but I enjoyed the movie. I’d probably watch it again if someone paid my ticket but I really did enjoy it. As a whole it really was a good movie.
This was the main reflection though, logic as we know informs and makes us understand. If the movie was based on logic alone we’re be bored stiff with it. Now add mystery in the mix, then you’re going somewhere. Logic informs and gives understanding, mystery draws us in and make us have seconds or probably more than that.
I’m on twitter and I’ve been on it long enough but I’ve not been able to find a good function for it. But I wanna try to find a way to use it. Probably integrate it somehow with the blog since I’m still finding time to sit down and write. Anyway, here’s something I was reflecting on. Sort of like a reflective statement. I guess twitter can be a tool for me to help me in my public communication but coming up with these brief one liners.
Do you have a twitter account? How do you use it?
Be honest with me
But don’t give me the pill
I want sweets
I want words like pillows
Not a surgical knife
That cuts through my pride
I really want you to be honest with me
Just do it with words of affirmation
Well that’s how I would hear your constructive critique
Be honest with me (but)
Regarding superheroes, we ask the wrong question when we start with personal preference of superpowers.
“If you had the chance to be a superhero, what powers would you like to have?”
Superheroes that we read and now watch in movies get pushed into their roles because of problems or crisis. It’s when you add the ingredients of Crisis and Responsibility then their superpowers become something useful.
Superpowers + Crisis + Pushed into position of Responsibility = The Birth of the Superhero.
The world likes to be wowed, and I guess all of us do; being mesmerised by flashes of brilliance and swept away by charisma. We’re all awed by talent. We even have shows that focus specifically on talent.
But, one thing I’m learning now, once my infatuation fades with this thing called talent; it’s not something that holds. It’s not a sturdy foundation. If we build ourselves on talent and charisma alone, we wont make it in the long run. We’d just be one hit wonders. Remembered today, forgotten tomorrow.
Add talent with discipline. And then as discipline kicks in consistency would be the thing that fuels passion.
If I see talent now, I’d hold back the real applause until I see some discipline and consistency. But most notably, humility.
Gee, it’s hard not to feel frustration fuming. Even when I consider myself a person who takes good care of things especially the ones bought with the produce of my sweat. I think that term seems irrelevant in our modern day and age but you get my drift.
(Back then to the thing I was talking about) It broke.
Just a line but an unmistakable one, that I try to brush off with laughter, with tilting, with consolation, and to some points thinking it was just one of those nightmares I would eventually wake up from.
It’s still there.
And yes, it’s not the end of the world, and yes I’ll eventually choke up enough money to replace the cracked screen. Mishaps like these, one could almost definitely find a solution.
You only lose money or probably some viable documents. Or pictures and apps (but if you’ve synced them in the cloud then they’d be still there). See. Nothing to it. Though I’m still in technological mourning.
But it’s different with the breath of life. When you meddle with life on a knife’s edge, I’m sorry but there’s no solution in trying to feel the physical warmth of love again.
I think it’s time to immerse myself again in words, sentences and the universe of ideas, concepts and structure. It’s been too long. But before any form writing submerges to the surface, I’ve been meddling with the camera on my cell phone (Nokia Lumia 925) and trying to be creative with photo filter apps and just editing (on my cell phone and iPad) whatever I think looks good. If you want to check that out you can click on this link: ART?
Here’s to writing and stuff that expresses the love of art.
This story will not be merely just reminiscing,
not just photographs and picture frames,
and of tomorrow,
there is no need of writing.
If I only see the point of being relational in the juncture
of being influential
of being the change
of working out the negatives into positives
then I’ve lost the meaning of what it means
to be relational.
relational becomes just another program
something we allow our mouths to say
and think it believes in
really far from that
that evades what relational really means
which is just to be
there for the sake
and very life of another.
If there is any truth
to just be there for another
it is then
what it means to be