Monday, July 30, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: It Says 'a Bit'

Pisces

The Bottom Line

You will find it rewarding to connect with people today and give a bit of yourself.

In Detail

There is an educational component to the advice you dole out to friends today -- passing on your hard-learned information is something you take seriously, and rightfully so. Is the idea of your being a teacher so far-fetched? Not really -- in some ways, you were born to be one. You have a natural patience, a gift for compassion, and a great memory. You will find it rewarding to connect with people today and give a little bit of yourself.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

U2 ::: Providence

Psalm 40 (King James Version)

1I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.

2He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

3And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.

Spent most of the past week viewing U2 concert DVDs and could not help noticing the slow-down in Bono's laps on the ramp over the years.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

REEL TALK ::: Big Enough to Wear a Toque

Most people would not be inclined to dismiss Ratatouille as a waste of terrabytes specifically because it's a Pixar movie, for Pete's sake. But I just couldn't find it in me to be excited over this one when I first saw its trailer. So it's a rat and he can cook, very big deal. I was waiting to be intrigued by its chief human character and, as I had found out, that was not the way to go.

Here's how it starts: Linguini's a f*ck-up loser who can't keep a job. He shows up at Gousteau's, a faded glory type fine dining restaurant in Paris now also involved in mass-market microwavable 'cuisine', and gets hired as the garbage boy. Remy is a country rat who, after getting separated from his colony, found himself a privileged spot at a window that looks into Gousteau's kitchen. He also happens to know a thing or two about culinary arts and while he's not the snob his father dismisses him to be, he does strive to get a better way of life even if his family prefers the status quo.

We soon realize why this Linguini kid gets fired all the time as he clumsily knocks over a stock pot full of soup while mopping the kitchen floor. Scared out of his wits, he tries to cover up his crime by filling the pot with water and dumping all sorts of spices and ingredients into it before anyone notices. Remy was watching from his window and sees the disaster. He then rushes inside to stop bumblehead Linguini, who knew nothing about the cooking, from further murdering the recipe. Linguini catches Remy's deeds and traps the rat before he could escape. Just then, the chef throws a fit at Linguini for trying to interfere with the cooking. Nonetheless, Remy saves the soup and made it an instant hit for the restaurant that day. The two become friends and Remy becomes puppet master to Linguini who becomes the toast of the F & B press for resurrecting Gousteau's.

As I said earlier, the movie didn't ignite any desire in me to see it but I did and on opening day no less. Why? Because there was nothing better to do this morning.

Seriously, go see the movie and be impressed by Pixar's attention to detail...again. The backgrounds are so incredibly realistic you'd think they filmed on location in Paris and imposed the characters on the celluloid. The dialogue holds your attention (not just because they're talking in fake Fransh azens that are harder to make out), the rat is a pretty combination of pink and blue, Peter O'Toole isn't even on screen and I'm still amazed, the story has important values, and most vital of all, you learn about cooking. Another thing I just discovered is that, aside from Peter O'Toole, the movie features some of my favorite actors: Ian Holm (Bilbo from LOTR), Brad Garrett (from Everybody Loves Raymond), Will Arnett (from Arrested Development), John Ratzenberger (from Cheers) and Janeane Garofalo.

All those things make Ratatouille a good way to spend a couple of hours in the theatre. As long as you don't find yourself sharing it with mongrels like the Beverly Hillbillies who walked in, took over an entire row behind me, and started yelling at each other from opposite ends. They were really irritating and they didn't even have any children with them!

So try to go in at the first screening when there are fewer people with plastic bags which can and will ruin the experience for you. I mean I had to move from the stadium seats down to the floor. Thankfully, the elderly couple who sat behind me this time were sweet and discreet. I mean they would laugh at things but not like how the yetti slob earlier would as he chomped and bawled at every bit of slapstick he saw. This couple would remark quietly and succinctly. Sometimes the husband would explain something to the wife but they kept it short and clear. Makes me think of how I want my later years to be like but that's another story.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Saturday, July 21, 2007

SHRINK RAP ::: The Paramecium

Is it time to cash in my check yet?

There's this blog I read once in a while and on it the owner posts some realization-type musings among other things. I generally don't pay any attention to those because there's some really uninteresting stuff in there. However, this time I found myself reading it through the end--and, boy, was it a very long entry. There's only one reason I would want to finish what they wrote on there and that's if I find a something strikingly real yet plain. Something that's not peppered with cutesy, buttery generalizations straight out of teen fiction but more of hardline truth.

The subject was of patience. I can't relay what was posted there because I can't remember it anymore. Neither do I believe it will be of any benefit to instantly apply someone else's own personal navel-gazing theories. So I'm going to, instead, let out my own revelry on the word. Read at your own risk.

Now, I consider myself a fairly patient person in how I deal with and tolerate people. But there's another variation (if you can call it that) of patience that is mostly concerned with one's own progression in life. It could be about your career, your personal struggles, your frustrations with the world you live in.

I then ask myself just how patient can I be with these factors, them being the way they are.

Let's take, for example, the way we see our future based on the present. How many of the filthy rich are able to declare that their lives ten or fifteen years down the line will be completely picture-perfect because they got it all settled? (And you know what I mean by this) Not a lot. In fact, I hardly think anyone can flat out declare that.

Why? Because people are still finite beings. *smirk* No matter how secure you are with your own visions and theories, they will always be stashed aside one time or another thereby sending you back to the proverbial drawing board. (The cliches making you cringe yet?) This is where the grave importance of faith to propel one's patience comes in.

We all have seen how one's faith allows him or her to give other people another chance. Faith allows you to push yourself further just when you think you can't follow through one more second.

It counts most when you've tried everything you know and yet you still can't break the code.

Faith is a personal resolution, not a George Michael royalty check.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

RIGHT BRAIN ::: When Dust Settles

I'm sorry I have this affinity for the melodramatic even when it's completely unnecessary. Ah well. At least, I haven't descended to Michael Bay abyss yet.

The past two weeks have been quite busy for me but it's not as if I've been doing things non-stop for 14 days. Just that today is my first real day off since July 1 and I'm relishing it. Funny thing is I've never had my time demanded this much by work before -- not even back when I worked at them call centers. Now those guys really love to maximize the workforce.

But it's alright. I thank God for preserving my health and safety for this crucial week. Especially on those early morning trips home when I'm dozing off in the jeepney yet I never missed my drop zone.

Spent the afternoon sleeping -- two long naps to be exact. I wish I had it straight but Wicca is a stupid idiot who wouldn't quit playing guitar. Anyway, I haven't done that (took long naps) in years and now I'm thinking I should do that more regularly. But we know that won't happen any time soon.

I'm getting ready to take a whole week off most likely in time for Mama's birthday and when Mark flies back from Jeddah. Really looking forward to that. Mostly because I'm losing funds faster than I can count!