It Takes A Milledge

Lasto Milledge :clap-clap clap-clap-clap:
Lastings got the call today. Going to Shea to play RF tonight! Full story is of course over at NYFS (nyfuturestars.com). I jump up and down with glee for Lasto and hope he kicks some serious butt. I love when guys you watch really work for something achieve it. That kid took a lot of just wrong negative BS press and has just risen above it by playing hard and being silent and unassailable. I admire the heck out of that kid.

Finding The One

The outcome of a long weekend?

A lesson learned from Morpheus: Sometimes, finding "The One" is a function of believing in their existence AND continuing to search, with that faith in your heart...even if maybe The One, doesn't even believe that that's who they are....or even if the Oracle tells them they are not The One.

If YOU believe they are The One, that may well be enough. :)

At least enough to buy you some time to show them that maybe they are in fact The One.

Using The Love Formula: Acting Like An O'Toole

From The Movie "Creator":

Peter O'Toole as Dr. Wolper, an eccentric university professor, trying to clone his dead wife. O'Toole lurches perilously through a chemistry laboratory, bludgeoning everyone around him with his lethal charm. O'Toole plays a Nobel Prize-winning scientist who lives in the grip of an overwhelming obsession. He believes that he will someday learn how to clone the genes of his wife, Lucy, who died 30 years ago. O'Toole steals equipment, funds and laboratory assistants from his university, although not without the bitter opposition of his lifelong enemy, Prof. Kuhlenbeck (David Ogden Stiers). Soon after the movie opens, O'Toole gathers two new recruits to his side: a young lab assistant Boris (Vincent Spano) and a nutty undergraduate (Mariel Hemingway) who has a giant crush on O'Toole. Boris pursues the lovely Barbara (Virginia Madsen) with somewhat greater alacrity than his degree. The following conversation develops between Boris and Dr. Wolper after he starts to get to know Barbara:


Boris: How did you know when you were in love?

Dr. Wolper: The Love Formula. Add up the number of times that you think about the lady each day. Subtract from the total the number of times you think about yourself each day. If the remainder is more lady, and less yourself, then it's love.

Boris: Oh, I've been thinking about Barbara a lot lately.

Dr. Wolper: What's so very neat about this particular formula, is that "a lot" plugs into it beautifully. Boris, would you and the subject of your computations care to join me at the beach house for the weekend?


At Dorkfest2006, this movie was a featured attraction. That's what they get for naming me head dork for the third year in a row. :)

Being Dr. Evilovich

My Dad used to say, "If only I had the capacity to be an asshole, we would be a lot wealthier."

Today, with only minor douchebaggery, and nothing outside the friendly confines of what would be the job description of a sportswriter, I could have catapaulted my little baseball site into National prominence. I never even considered it because it would have come at the expense of several people I know to be decent people. For just being stupid kids, or being nice to stupid kids.

I know someone else will employ the basic neccessity level of douchebaggery and cause these hardships for these people someday anyway. Maybe different ones...but it will happen. It's only a matter of time. And my doing it now would not really change anything except maybe who profited by it and who was hurt.

But I just can't. I can't possibly feel good about, let alone pursue actively, success at the expense of others. I won't employ douchebaggery to hurt others in order to "reach my financial potential".

We live in a world were the mindset is so disturbingly like that of Dr. Evil. How can people possibly live a life where they value their own financial gain more than they have concern for the effects of their actions on others?

There's both love and money...

Great quote from an obscure Joe Jackson song (Wild West...as opposed to the wildly popular and well known Joe Jackson songs. )

"In the land of the free and the not so often brave, there's both love and money, you choose which you will save."

Sweet. :)

God Give Me Strength

Yeah, I realize admitting it's a decade long dream to recognizably play a Burt Bacharach/Elvis Costello song makes me a dork, first order of magnitude. However, I love "God Give Me Strength". Always thought that if some day I could play/sing it, it would be indicative of being an actual piano player. :)

www.nyfuturestars.com/ed/medi...ngth.mp3

Yay me. :)

Trusting Your Intuition

I believe that intuition is a sense...a physiological doodad. Yet, I continue to not fully trust that sense. How many times does it have to prove itself before it gets the respect sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell get? Intuition even gets similed to the other senses all the time: Something doesn't feel right, it smells fishy, it looks suspicious...as if attributing the sensation to a "real" sense makes it more viable. I have been deceived by all my other senses, yet I believe them unfailingly. Trust the force, Luke. :)

6 of one, half a dozen of the other...

"Yin to the yang, there just must be." - Big Will

You know the same thing that keeps me from being a good photographer, is responsible for every good photo I take. If I go to an event, I like to watch. I like to feel it. Take part in the energy.

Sometimes, I'm doing that, and I miss "The Shot." However, every good photo I take, I feel, is because I "see it", instead of just taking photos of an event. To my eye, there is such an ENORMOUS difference in a photo when the photographer is truly captivated by what he/she is shooting, and the subject of the photo is lost in their passion for what they are doing and not posed.

You do stuff like shoot Orientalia last night, and I don't understand how you can not get caught up in the energy and the feeling of people who are doing something they are really passionate about. Last night, the 100 best photos, all seemed to happen to the naked eye for me, instead of through the lens.

But, I feel much better prepared to shoot next time. :)

Crawling Through The Sewer

You know, one of my favorite movie metaphors is Andy Dufresne in Shawshank Redemption, opining that one must "Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'." and then crawling through a sewer tunnel to escape to live in peaceful happiness at the beach.

I relate to that. I relate to that character in a fundamental way. Despite repeatedly being falsely accused, and abused, and having the bulk of his adult life taken from him, Andy helps everyone around him become better people, even people he doesn't know, he extends himself for. And, despite the constant lack of appreciation for his kindness and goodness, Andy perseveres, remains true to his values, and finally reaches a place where he finds happiness in living at the beach and doing something he loves that makes him happy.

That rocks.

Very Intuitious

I guess if one who believes in superstition in superstitious, than those who believe in intuition are intuitious.

I came across this definition of intuition last night while reading, "Intuition: "An intuition is a sense or awareness of some particular energy or situation or entity, without sense or knowledge as would account for that awareness." but, see, I believe that intuition IS a sense. That it's a biological function. That like sight or smell or taste, or touch or hearing - it's a sense that some people are just naturally more gifted at, some people have worked hard to refine, and some people take for granted. And, I believe it is based on an accumulation of sensory data, AND knowledge AND energy/vibe. A dark alley in a bad neighborhood sets off your spidey sense...because you see it's dark, and you have the knowledge of the neighborhood...AND you get that funky, funky, feeling. Ya know?

I often think that my desire to do and experience and dabble in a thousand things keeps me from ever really focusing on one discipline long enough to really kick butt at it. I could spend years learning what has been learned by others before me, and/or discovering new things that others that come after me can then learn, and to what end?

It's maddening really to have such a short life, and to have a brain that requires chasing 1000 dreams - each of which has a 20-30 year window to truly master - in order to be happy and fulfilled.

They say ignorrance is bliss, however, I voted for single-minded focus...that'd be bliss...for a couple of hours until I wanted to do something else, anyway. :)

Side thought: I don't understand why psychics always have a sign outside that says "call for appointment." Shouldn't it just say, "Yes Bob, Wednesday at 3 is fine."?