Posted: August 20, 2010 in Uncategorized

Shortly after a year had gone, the time has come to end this song. But where is the lyric and where is the ballad? Where is Caesar with his garden salad? This party now ends, even with a year pending… what happens now, is it a happy ending? =)


Action Movies

Posted: August 18, 2010 in Uncategorized

So this is more of a note for myself. Noting down all the movies I need to acquire, some I may already have.

West likes guns. I like swords and fists.

Another Inception…

Posted: August 15, 2010 in Uncategorized

I’ve learned… that you walk a journey twice. Once to experience it. Once to learn and understand it. I watched Inception again. The experience was humbling and difficult.

This is a placeholder until I can type more on it later.


Posted: August 15, 2010 in Uncategorized

Deflection. This is an aggravating trait of mine. During an intimate conversation, I can change the topic of a conversation mid-way as a subconscious defense mechanism. I don’t notice this during the conversation, until I review it. And when I review it, it saddens me when things I’ve wanted to say are not emphasized and are often not even brought forward.

So although I want to talk about my second viewing of the Christopher Nolan movie, Inception, I will submit to my analysis to my personal ‘deflection’.

Fear is the predominant theme behind my deflection. Fear of vulnerability, fear of trust, fear of emotions, fear of recognizing my personal existence. Fear of guilt. When a particular conversation that meant a lot to me was being held, I only met part-way in the communication before it was deflected off back to my friend. It was too late to rectify the situation and I loath my actions as it did only one thing— isolation. Deflection isolated me from what I wanted to say and isolated them— abandoning them when they reached out in humility.

There is no strength in deflection. There is no justice, nor righteousness in changing a subject when the key figure in the discourse is an open book. To abandon the source is an injustice and thus I have committed a sin. Sin, not in the religious context– but the greek context of an inaccuracy, for an archer to miss their mark and strike untrue. And so this entry is an apology.

I recognize now what I’ve been doing and I apologize. The topic was sudden to me and although I said I was ready, I fell short.  I am not ready to see the end of that conversation, for I do not know where it would lead. But know that if you would need anything, I will reply.

Circle of Friends

Posted: August 12, 2010 in Uncategorized

This is a topic I’ve touched on before, but since the phenomenon fascinates me so much— I’ll molest it again.

I believe Gestalt Psychology is the best, visual example, of what I’m about to explain. This “using your mind to fill in the blank” is done in circles of friends. Peer-pressure? Quite frankly so. Nietzsche popularly warns, that when one looks into the abyss— it likewise looks into you. All these various elements orchestrate a fine example of social corruption, likewise social purification.

Take for example, an individual who for the longest of time, had no friends to call their own. Gains a group of friends with differing interests, but have taken a liking to the individual. Take that this individual wants dearly for these new friends to like them, whether honestly believing that or falling into the delusion of “experimentation”… a ‘need’ is the first step to advertisement corruption.

Break it down, Vince!

You’re gonna love his nuts.

When the ‘need’ is developed, it interfaces like a nicotine addiction. It spans across the mind where there was no need for this before. Each facet of reasoning transforms, it accommodates, it becomes a part of the being.  But corruption is not based on ‘need’ alone, the conscious individual must take their own reasoning and find the holes that they feel exist within it— as though submitting themselves to reification in order to interface with the group.

It impressed upon me, that in Gestalt psychology, its very visual oriented. But taking the thematic principles and applying it to psychosocial patterns opens up a fascinating can of worms.  Fortunately, the principles of Gestalt psychology are initially taught visually, but its application do reach other parts. One particular point of interest is the Three-Process View.

Selective-Encoding Insight

Selective-Combination Insight

Selective-Comparison Insight

Anyways, aside from all that mumbo-jumbo of depth that I ponder about… the bottom-line, is that an individual that is a blank slate is much easier to corrupt than a slate that is written upon. This is why we are often characterized by the friends we make. And I’ve met people who lie to themselves about who they truly are, because of the friends they feel they need to keep– or the people that they feel they cannot give up. I try not to associate with these individuals, only because even after sharings words with them— they have to suffer through their pains on their own pace or they will never know the worth of their personal integrity.

“Wisdom is knowing what to do next; virtue is doing it.”  -David Star Jordan, The Philosophy of Despair


Posted: August 10, 2010 in Uncategorized

So with the reintroduction of electro in my existence, I opened my horizons to the various sounds in music. Ultimately, even though I enjoy and tolerate most music… I found that amongst the things I listen to, I’ve hit a wall with certain tracks and have discovered more of my personal taste in music. One thing I found rather distinct was that I enjoy the sounds a good handful of people enjoy, with the exception of things that lack an enjoyable pattern or rhythm… or don’t have a distinctive punch. My resonation belongs to a mood and I’ve collected various songs and tracks that match these moods.

When it comes to music I can’t fully enjoy, I begin to ponder why it is enjoyed by those that do. So I begin to psychanalyze the appreciation in these tracks’ rhythm and rhyme. Slipknot is one group I could never fully immerse myself into, but I understand the vibes— and I can understand the patterns in the minds of the crowds. But I can’t copy this pattern into myself. However, I find these diverse pleasures fascinating… not for myself, but how others indulge in them.

And so, I wander some more.

At the Denny’s somewhere in Los Angeles, Kenny is discussing with us about electric cars…

Kenneth: “I wonder what that would be like in a Dolorian.”

Kenny: “Don’t worry, we’ve got Mr. Fission to take care of it.”

JB: “No, Mr. Fission is only used to power the Flux Capacitor.”