Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Hindi Caste System

While rummaging through my old assignments and files on my usb stick, i found a journal i got my co-op receptionist to write for me while i was at Lenz Entertainment, a music production house, for co-op.

This week Matthew, the humble receptionist, delivered an extensive tutorial concerning the caste system within the entertainment industry. Unfortunately if paralleled with the Hindi caste system, I’d be a woman. Although this may seem like an attack on women, it is not. Rather it is a short introductory illustration that situates my status within co-op.
I imagined a glorious workspace where creative minds expelled the bright colors of creativity, where music springs forth from an idea and a melody, where art is created. Little did I know that most of the glory resided in contracts, figuring out licensing, and administrative meetings determining the logistics of the project. Those able to bask in the creative light are very few, and I am not one of them.
I can’t complain, though. I have mastered the art of monotonous data entry, and figured out how to cut 33 seconds from Michael’s daily shoe shine. He is a wonderful man, and even though unaware of corporal punishment’s disfavor in our culture, he still wins one’s heart over immediately with his shining smile, and silly rancor.
Ah, entertainment. Who knew? Who knew that behind the creative product, viewed in all its perfection, there is a whole other world of dissatisfaction, which if viewed from a distance is almost more enjoyable. I hope, in my time here, I can be that fly on the wall that revels in the soap opera-esque drama which (If I’m lucky) ensues.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


I am to reflect on the following topic for english class, or my teacher will break my legs...

"Disillusion is a common experience of growing up. We find that people in the adult world whom we once idealized are less than ideal, and that situations we considered innocent are actually corrupt. How do people encountering the "real world" for the first time handle these discoveries?"

It’s common for kids growing up to realize that some things aren’t as they appear. Since birth we have most of our ethical choices handled for us. But this is from a small pool of choices and doesn’t compare to the ones we have to make as we grow up. Of course, this larger pool of choices I refer to wouldn’t be a problem if we didn’t have to start making them ourselves, but we do. It’s like getting one, and JUST one, ride around the block with the training wheels on our bike. Then, off with the training wheels and in to heavy traffic. There is no slow or steady transition in to the real world. As a matter of fact, we don’t even get a heads up. We’re just thrusted in to life without any warning.
This is usually a very scary and emotional time for young people and some are lucky enough to only have that. Many others though, don’t have it as good. When it turns out that your parents lied to you about being non smokers, or about your dad being your real dad, or about your whole life being a TV show, it can be rather earth shattering for people who have never known an alternative reality. An entire belief system built upon that of your parents is ready to collapse with the slightest screw up. This no doubt causes loads of stress for the parents who could later on question their own judgment for fear of screwing up, but I’m not reflecting on that so shut up. I’m reflecting on the mind blowing realizations we make as we grow up.
We spend our whole lives looking to others, trying to find someone strong to put our faith in, because we can’t stand the pressure of making our own choices. We want someone else to do it for us. Like atlas holding up the earth’s weight, just waiting for the split second we can relax. Some of us make the mistake of being impatient and toss our trust in the hands of anyone. These people are doomed to have their trust go from one person to another until they just don’t believe in anyone anymore. These are the casualties in life. Then there are the others who learn that they just have to grab the reigns and do their best. And some just don’t do anything. These people tend to excel at World of Warcraft.
One way or another, we all learn that, despite what we believed when we were young, times have changed and we have to choose which way we go eventually. There is no compass in life, no matter how badly you want one there. There is no direction or map or trail. There are no patterns and no trustworthy people. Even our parents are subject to questionable behavior sometimes. The best thing that we can do is try to prevent this from governing who we are in life and instead make conscious, aware decisions because in the end it’s just you against the world. RIP Tupac.

P.s. Ive decided that instead of going on and on about how julie london should have been born in the nineties and have a locker next to mine, i am going to instead just post whatever i was listening to while writing my blog at the bottom of each page.


The Stills
Timber Timbre

Monday, April 19, 2010


We can learn much from the behavior of those around us. For example, if I Find myself in a town where in everyone is wearing a poncho and sombrero, it would be safe to assume I was in Mexico, or chimichongas. But this is a new blog so on to my point. I was in the movies and I came to the shocking realization that unlike every other aspect of life that has steadily been improving since its creation, movies have been moving backwards. It’s so clear and yet nobody is doing anything about it. When I look around at all of the uncomfortable and miserable people at the theatres I realize that people dont actually enjoy themselves at the movies. It’s a chore. I look in to the drooping faces of disappointed movie go-ers and my heart weeps for them. So here I propose a few adjustments that should be made to all movie theatres based on the behavior of the people forced to suffer through the movies.
First and foremost is the problem with cell phones. People are always complaining about others on their cell phones during a movie, presumably talking to the friend that DIDNT come with them to the movies. My solution? Payphones at the back of the theatres. They’re out of the way, private because of the booth, and will generate extra revenue for the theatres. Alternatively we could bring back the telegraph. However, this option would be more complicated to set up due to the lack of telegraphs there would be outside of the theatre. Aside from the actual phone calls, the glow of the cell phone screens in general are fairly distracting. Be it texting, browsing, or games, people are forced to use their phones because they just aren’t entertained enough at the movies. This is a quick fix. Simply line the Isles with pinball machines and arcade versions of video games, a few ping pong tables near the front, and a pool in the back. This way, everyone can stay occupied during the movie. Now, some would argue that the pinball would just create more light, but this can easily be quelled with sunglasses given out at the door. At first, people will think that they are for 3d effects, but they will quickly realize they’re just sunglasses.
The second problem in the theatres is the utter lack of privacy. Whether you want privacy with a significant other...or just for can’t have it without the eyes of RUDE people constantly glaring at you because they’re more concerned about what’s going on in the movie rather than what’s going on in your heart. Love is real and you shouldn’t have to sacrifice it for others. What do I propose? I propose we put up curtains dividing all of the seats from one another. These curtains will allow for extra privacy for when you want to express your love to your girlfriend...or just “enjoy” the movie on a more "intimate" level.
Now, the last problem that most everyone has at the movies is talking. When you think of something really funny to say during the movie or some creative way to improve the dialog, you shouldn’t have to miss out on MORE dialogue just to voice your opinion. How do you prevent a problem like this? Easy, just give everyone a remote control as they enter the theatre that can control the movie. This way, whenever you need to say something to the person next to you or voice your opinion but don’t want to wait and risk forgetting it, you can simply pause the movie, turn around, and voice way. This way, nobody misses a single moment of dialogue.
With a few more innovations I firmly believe that movie theatres can be made more efficient and more comfortable for the future. Until then, however, let’s all try to be strong and suffer through this dark age of movie theatre design.


Saturday, April 10, 2010

Chimichognas...or whatever

My nutrition teacher who goes on and on about eating healthy just unwrapped a breakfast sandwich from taco bell and started eating it. From Taco Bell of all places...they don’t even advertise breakfast at taco bell, do they? I mean, there’s Tim Horton’s or McDonalds or wild life in the street you could eat instead of TACO bell. Why TACO BELL and WHY for BREAKFAST of all meals!
Wait, wait, let me start again because it’s not fair I take out last night’s anger out on Taco Bell. You see, yesterday my cousin Michaels birthday so his girlfriend decided to throw him a surprise dinner at "chimichongas" which oddly enough ISNT a sushi place but is instead a Mexican restaurant and tequila bar. The cluttered environment and annoying salsa music was quick to aggravate my blood. I guess being plunged into this "delightful" culture was too much for my weak heart, for it stopped within the first four minutes and I had to be carried out of the resteraunt to try again.
Let me rewind a bit. I don’t HATE Mexican people by any means, I love western movies and chihuahuas; I just can’t handle the culture. I get anxious. It’s like putting a tiger in a fun house; you can’t be mad when I start biting people.
Anyways, as I walked in to the fiesta, for the second time, I swore to myself that if I saw a SINGLE sombrero, I was leaving. As my luck would have it, there WAS a guy wearing a sombrero, but he was selling oranges so I figured he was legit and let him go. I made my way to the table and took my seat.
Have you ever sat in a chair that you could have SWORN was tilted downwards? The way my seat was built was in such a way where if I relaxed the slightest bit, my underwear would ride up to my nipples. It was like something out of a Mexican SAW movie. This isn’t the worst part however. My seat was right directly in the middle of everyone else’s seat, against the wall, cut off by all the tables. What this meant was that if I wanted to go to the bathroom, I would have to pick the side of the table whose friendship I value least and ask them all to get up and shimmy down so that I could get out.
Then came the menus and for what I assume was an attempt at authenticity, they were in Mexican-SPANISH! WHATEVER THEYRE THE SAME THING! I wasn’t sure what I wanted but considering that all Mexican foods are made up of beans, rice, and cheese I just chose the closest thing to what Johnny Depp got in "once upon a time in Mexico". (Slow roasted pork with tequila and lime for those of you who are curious)
Anyways, after finishing dinner and a few Mexican beers, "Sol"? I walked in to the kitchen, killed the head chef, and went home.

Happy Birthday Micheal