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labdarozsanak, mindenkinek (pl saját magamnak). ma esti fontos humancontent
i’m scared. i’m scared that my abilities are gone, i’m scared that i’m gonna fuck this shit up, and i’m scared of you. i don’t want to start but i will. this is an invocation for anyone who hasnt begun, who’s stuck in a terrible place between zero and one. let me realize that my past failures at follow through are no indication of performance, they’re just healthy little fires to warm up my ass if my FILDI (fuck it let’s do it) is strong, let me keep him in a velvet box until i really really need him. if my FILDI is weak let me feed him oranges and not let him gorge himself in ego and arrogance. let me not hit up my facebook like it’s a crack pipe / keep the browser closed if i catch myself wearing a too-too /too fat too late too old, let me shake it off like a donkey would shake off something it doesn’t like. and when i get that feeling in my stomach – you know, the feeling when all of the sudden you get a ball of energy and it shoots down into your legs and up into your arms and tells you to get up and stand up and go to the refrigerator and get a cheese sandwich – that’s my cheese monster talking. and my cheese monster will never be satisfied by cheddar only the cheese of accomplishment. let me think about the people who i care about the most, and how when they fail or disappoint me I still love them, i still give them chances, and i still see the best of them. let me extend that generosity to myself. let me find and use metaphors to help me understand the world around me and give me the strength to get rid of them when its apparent they no longer work. let me thank the parts of me that i don’t understand or are outside of my rational control like my creativity and my courage. let me remember that my courage is a wild dog and it won’t just come when i call it, i have to chase it down and hold on as tight as i can. let me not be so vain to think that I am the sole author of my victories and a victim of my defeats. let me remember that the unintended meaning that people project on to what i do is neither my fault or something i can take credit for. perfection might look good in his shiny shoes but he’s a little bit of an asshole and noone invites him to their pool parties. let me remember that the impact of criticism is often not the intent of the critic, but when the intent is evil, that’s what the block button’s for. and when i eat my critique, let me be able to separate the good advice from the bitter herbs. let me not think of my work only as a stepping stone to something else, and if it is, let me become fascinated by the shape of the stone. let me take the idea that has gotten me this far and put it to bed. what i am about to do will not be that. but it will be something. there is no need to sharpen my pencils anymore, my pencils are sharp enough. even the dull ones will make a mark. warts and all. let’s start this shit up. (and god, let me enjoy this. life isn’t just a sequence of waiting for things to be done.)
Knuckles and all; FILDI fully charged. On my way to the NIC.
Knuckles and all; FILDI fully charged. On my way to the NIC.
While this blog is way for me to explore and dissect my findings within the science of Nonverbal Communication (NVC) in regards to my work in the justice system, my work with autistic college students and getting a basic, better, understanding of interpersonal relationships thus named The Science of Gesture¹ I find myself more concerned recently with the gestures of, within, and the, very, verbal…
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Это не смертный приговор
Аденокарцинома кишечника, множественные узлы, стадия T3c.
Пока это все, что я знаю о своем раке кишечника. Я не знаю, откуда он пришел и куда пойдет дальше. Я не знаю, какие именно переживания и обстоятельства совместными усилиями ослабили мою, прежде непробиваемую, иммунную систему — настолько, что она допустила такое.
Я знаю лишь одно: это не смертный приговор.
Я проведу тщательные разыскания и использую все средства, какие сочту самыми эффективными и безопасными. Я возьму эту сволочь за грудки и отделаю ее за шестерых — или как там говорят спортсмены.
А между делом я открою для себя целый мир новых знаний, возможностей и источников силы. Всем этим я намерен делиться с вами, чтобы развлечь, просветить и, если понадобится, поддержать вас.
Будут нецензурные выражения. Будут скандальные факты. Будут подробности, делиться которыми мне пока не позволяет природная брезгливость. Будут и слезы радости. Все это не убьет меня, а лишь сделает сильнее.
Боюсь ли я? Конечно. Но не диагноза. Я боюсь, что из меня выйдет плохой писатель. Пора избавиться от этого страха.
Итак, начинаем вести блог, с благословения Зе Франка, подарившего нам замечательное видео «Invocation for Beginnings».
I'm going to watch this every morning.
And so should you.
Let's begin.
(Thanks to Mike for sending me this video just when I needed it.)
Love this SO much - An Invocation for Beginnings - 3 min clip from Ze Frank - if you are feeling down, stuck, scared, paralysed........have a listen......this might help :)
A message to the disembodied eyes of Dr. T. J. Eckleburg:
This blog is my experiment; my own disembodied eyes expressing life as I observe it. Maybe if I do this long enough, I'll gain some perspective into how to clean up this seemingly endless valley of ashes.
AN INVOCATION FOR BEGINNINGS
I needed to hear this today. Something tells me I'll need to hear it again tomorrow, so I set it as my homepage. Every time I open my browser now, even if I don't watch the video, I get a big grin. (Disclaimer: if you have an issue with swearing, watch this anyway, just know before hand that he swears a couple of times. You'll still be inspired, I promise.)