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I have decided on something...
Looking back at my blog again, I have come quite in making cyberpunk poster designs and from now on, I feel more comfortable to say that I am starting this blog for cyberpunk styles now.
In honesty, I wasn't thinking on a specific niches in mind and was going to hopefully mashed it together where it would be look like it would amazed you by the different styles you see that whatever captured your attention first.
However, I felt that I had learnt my lesson.
By separating some contents from one another, It helps to define the layouts of the blog more cohesively and help you look at the bigger images of this blogs in similar aesthetics.
I want to create for the people who resonate with each aesthetic, to give them a place where they can find work that speaks directly to them. Maybe you’re here for the cyberpunk vibes, or maybe you’ll follow me into these new creative spaces.
But whatever it is, thanks for following me into this journey and supporting me.
Sayonara~
03.15.2021 | monday
for weeks i have been living in a cycle of sorts.
tedious nights, cold mornings and long days. in that order.
today played out a little different...
i went for coffee a few cities over and enjoyed the sound of rain from inside a local bookstore. there was something about the smell of wet-asphalt, fresh rain and cold breeze that made me feel genuine. for a while i wasn’t going through mazes. i wasn’t chasing the feeling of being seen and understood.
for a moment, i was okay.
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Journal Entry: What is context cultural dimension and how will it impact communication? MSA 128-132
I consider myself to be fiercely independent, honest, and straight-forward. These are qualities of mine that I admire in myself and in others, and generally speaking these qualities are praised in American culture due to our low-context communication. Americans hate beating around the bush and praise aggressive tactics (usually if done by a man...). And to answer the question in the book, I’m very explicit with what I say, and explain things quite plainly as I want to guarantee that my message is received accurately by the other person; so, I circled every low-context response, and only a few of high-context. For the country that I’m going to, Japan, I understand that my approach to life will be ‘refreshing’ to Japanese people, to say the least. I don’t know of a single culture as high-context as Japan. They’re the absolute best at it. I’ve been studying Japanese for six years and let me tell you I still don’t understand half the things they imply in their speech. Being invited to eat at someone’s house may mean that you’re actually over-staying and need to leave, but also you need to accept every gift given to you and it’s rude to outright refuse. You have to play the game of politeness where you’re allowed to politely refuse two times, and on the third time around you have to accept. These implicit rules govern Japanese society, and if one doesn’t follow diligently, well, it could mean difficulty down the road.
Not only are the Japanese masters at high-context, they only speak indirectly as to not shake the boat or cause disharmony. Nothing scares the Japanese like disharmony. Actually, to give an example, I’m currently watching this Japanese drama about a female banker who’s catchphrase is “I won’t shut up.” Why is this her catchphrase? Well, her character is supposed to be a portrayal of a very unusual woman; she speaks her mind, she talks directly about it, and she’s unmarried (that’s a separate issue). These characteristics are so unusual in Japanese society that they made a whole series about it.
Honestly speaking, I shouldn’t be speaking so honestly once I’m in Japan. I can’t change my personality, but I can certainly learn to hold my tongue more often. In college this really won’t be a big issue, however if I ever want to enter the workforce, a lot of things will have to change. I was told a story by my Japanese professor about a business meeting between an American company and a Japanese company, and how the Americans thought they sold their pitch great, but the Japanese felt disheartened by the whole thing. Why? The Americans were focused only on selling, they had no interest in building a relationship with the Japanese company, and as a result came off as rude and cold. The Japanese company wanted the build a relationship first before going into business matters, despite it explicitly being a business meeting. It goes without saying a deal wasn’t made between the two companies.
Judy's Mistakes and Tragedies, Fully Avaliable For View
A review by Daniel Linik
of the book
“Get Happy: The Life of Judy Garland”
If you want a taste of Judy's personal life, this is the book for you. Bleeding from the pages are specific and quotable accounts of the colorful life she lived. Anyone who knows anything about her, knows she depended on pep and sleep pills to get her through the day. What you'll come to learn herein, is how much more she needed an anti-depressant or mood stabilizer.
I've been a fan for more than half my life, and I didn't even know the extent of her tragedies that are presented in this book. For example, I came to learn that Judy attempted suicide just about as often as Donald Trump lies! Not only that, she literally took a shit in a bucket to retaliate against an unsatisfying work environment on the set of her last movie. An innocent girl from Minnesota she was not . Some of her behaviors you have to chalk up to her upbringing, or lack thereof . However, this diva was no stranger to locking herself up in her dressing room if she didn't like the wording of a script. Not all of her demons were without self cause.
Inside Judy was a hole left by the death of her father. She eternally tried to fill it with, keeping family tradition, many gay men as potential husbands. A hopeless romantic no doubt, Judy fell in love at first sight. I fell in love with her story, as many young kids do, watching The Wizard of Oz. And I mean the whole story; what happened on and off screen. This book does a wonderful job of presenting the lesser known facts.
With that said, I would have liked a little more detail on certain aspects of Judy's professional life. For instance, there is no mention that she was signed to Capitol Records for over a decade. Of course the Carnegie Hall album is mentioned. But as a big fan of her studio albums, it pains me that treasure troves of music are neglected attention. There also wasn't much information on the day to day of her TV show; which I believe was when she was at her best. There are details of how James Aubrey detested her, how multiple producers were brought in, etc. But there was very little mention of what actually happened on set. Not to mention that the show was nominated for multiple Emmy awards; one in which Barbra Streisand won for her guest appearance.
Despite my criticisms, this is an excellent book and I would recommend to any Judy Garland fan. Novice or knowledgeable alike
an ode to alias from season 1 to 5
as of late, I felt drawn back to watch one of my favorite series of all time, alias, from first season to last.
there was something that resonated, and signs that I related back to my own life and what I was meant here to do.
that was an ever purveying question of mine and one thing at a very young age I’d desperately wish to fulfil.
I am time-sensitive. every tower moment that has occurred in my life stream has been revolving around the lessons that time is what matters the most and how you use it.
whenever I’d veer off the path, life would tell me to hop back on it through a shocking revelation that I’d reverently run from.
though some of the episodes were long and strung out, the moment that season 5 came to a halt, in the most perfect way, it just made me respect the show even more, knowing when their time of show running was over.
j.j.abrams always offers docile doses of familial relations to extensive and intricate plot devices. he’s a fucking awesome creator for that.
to this day, actors still don’t know what the plot of rambaldi really revealed. and yet, a part of me feels they really are cia agents who are in deep cover as celebrities 🤣🤣
but after one sleepless night tossing and turning to see if I figured it out, I realized that it was so simple.
similar to the alchemist, the answer was there all along, that the quest for rambaldi was the promise of eternal life.
that the underlying greed, was all for the desire to live forever. be plugged into the matrix for all eternity, popping those blue pills like it’s plenty.
and then I asked myself, (going on a tangent I know) is that a life worth living?
already being a red pill in a blue pill world is hard, and ultimately I’d like to believe I’d eventually surrender myself to the stars from which I came.
you see, at a very young age, at 7 years old, I was cognizant of death as a notion. I’d cry sitting next to my dad in the living room, dreading having to witness my loved ones die, before me and then me leaving the ones I loved.
it was something I understood that was inevitable. a condition for living in this matrix. that one day your experience would come to an end.
and the reason why I felt this fear, was because when I tried to regress back to the time before I incepted into my mother’s womb, I remember seeing that I was nothing but air in the galaxy of stars.
when I looked to my left and right it was silence that you could slice like a knife.
only the twinkle of the stars told me that time was still moving.
I was non-existent, and that’s what scared me.
but it’s amazing how life comes full circle.
how now understanding theoretically that I am of consciousness, is that I never actually perish, only my form does.
one thing I do feel strongly however is that before I leave this world I must fulfil what I inherently am here to do.
though it’s never spelled out to me entirely, there’s always an invisible thread guiding the steps that I’m meant to take to lead me up to where I need to be.
as I write this protestors are now gathering at the center of the road, and I’m left with wondering where the real entertainment is.
when this was supposed to be a post about my gripes on saying good bye to alias (and secretly praying that there’d be another go at it, however truly happy that jennifer garner and victor garber are still a solid pair to this day) I’m now faced with looking at heated protests erupting right before my eyes.
alas, alias, thanks for being a true inspiration and reminding me of what matters the most and the time we have on this planet.
you still are to this day my favorite show. I’m not sure how I’m going to move on from you.
and maybe I’m not meant to have all the answers, just like you.🤷🏻♀️
Forever never took us very far, unless you measure the depth in which we dropped when "forever" faded into "never". "Always" was a road we could not find to travel down. Let me ask you something.... If I were to foolishly place my broken heart into your hands, where would you take me? Where would you draw the finish line? Will "forever" arrive tomorrow, or will I find it when I'm old and gray? Would you stick with me through the storm or take off when you think we're going to drown? I think I'll take such infinity words as false promises going forward. Forever never means what it always says. 🥀🥀 This beautiful photo was taken by @bseward87 #forever #never #always #romance #brokenhearts #brokenpromises #letdown #phontofonts #wfayo #mattersoftheheart #meganthoughtoftheday #writersofig #writersblock #psychobabble #journalentries #iwrite #alittlesomething #thoughts #inmymind https://www.instagram.com/p/B0BxQqiAWwN/?igshid=m1q5pfrajjsr