A kiss is just a kiss, Happy New Year

It is that time of year where we throw away our calendars for a fresh new one. Whether yours is kittens playing in boxes, babies dressed like flowers, or Victoria secret models traipsing around islands, it's the time of year when we reflect on our fortune, ready to label the year as good or bad, resolving to improve upon the next. And why not? Why not take all the mishaps, bad relationships, car wrecks, workplace drama, and blame them on 365 days of bad luck and seal it with a kiss. It makes us feel better. It gives us hope. We can resolve to do better, experience better, and be better than we did this kittens playing in boxes time around. Fuck that! Fuck being better next year! The idealized agenda of ringing in the new year with a special kiss is too easily defeated by the drunk couple fights and underwhelming parties working against it. Fuck the hype! Fuck kissing 2010 goodbye! Fuck Kissing 2011 hello. Today is a day upon the cusp between our past and our future but why not just celebrate the present. Why celebrate who you can be when you can celebrate who you are?


Take the day to reflect upon who you are. Be very comfortable with that person. Celebrate that. The honest truth is that resolutions won't change that person. You'll stop smoking, stop letting that guy/girl treat you that way, and be happier with your job when you appropriately grow into that person. Don't delude yourself with false promises and a binging flurry of guilty pleasures because today is just a day and a kiss is just a kiss. But celebrate with who you are with and kiss who you will kiss. My "bestie" best friend told me today that if you focus on the flaws of the person you are with and want someone new, then you'll only find yourself with someone new with new faults. The very same advice goes for yourself. Don't focus on the faults of your past or the shiny new traits of your future. Be you. Right now be you. And like it.


To quote Kung Fu Panda, "the past is history, the future is a mystery, but right now is a gift. That's why they call it the present". Cheers to you all, party safe, and High Five your life


Happy Fucken New Year


-MM

Stanley Kubrick is the Man

If life is so purposeless, do you feel that it's worth living?

"Yes, for those of us who manage somehow to cope with our mortality. The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning. Children, of course, begin life with an untarnshished sense of wonder, a capacity to experience total joy at something as simple as the greenness of a leaf; but as they grow older, the awareness of death and decay begins to impinge on their consciousness and subtly erode their joie de vivre, their idealism-- and their assumption of immortatlity. As a child matures, he sees death and pain everywhere about him, and begins to lose faith in the ultimate goodness of man. But if he's reasonably strong-- and lucky-- he can emerge from this twilight of the soul into a rebirth of life's elan. both because of and in spite of his awareness of the meaninglessness of life, he can forge a fresh sense of purpose and affirmation. He may not recapture the same pure sense of wonder he was born with, but he can shape something far more enduring and sustaining. The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death-- however mutable man may be able to make them-- our existense as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light."

-Stanley Kubrick


Eyes Wide Shut

-MM

Good Vibrations

Sometimes you hear people say "That person gives me a good vibe"; it's a fuzzy out of focus way of describing how a person effects you. I propose that there might actually be a scientific use for this term.
The other day I was discussing how the movie "What the Bleep Do We Know" described the work of Masaru Emoto as proof that there are powers and forces beyond our knowledge. Emoto's experiments suggest that the mind has the ability to effect and shape matter.
In case you haven't heard of Masaru Emoto:
"Emoto's water crystal experiments consist of exposing water in glasses to different words, pictures, or music, and then freezing and examining the aesthetics of the resulting crystals with microscopic photography."



Love and Gratitude



You Make Me Sick



Mozart Symphony



Heavy Metal Music

The images seem to suggest that positive thought and music makes water form aesthetically pleasing and symmetrical shapes while negative images and thoughts result in chaotic structures. Most internet resources about the phenomenon seem to use the images as evidence for supernatural and spiritual forces that in fact exist in the real world. I'm not necessarily refuting anyone's claims, but I am offering an alternative explanation.
I was thinking about it the other day I realized something. Water itself, whether it is a vast ocean or a small pond exhibit a range of disturbances from large giant waves down to the tiniest microscopic ripples. Picture the cup of water in that famous scene in Jurassic Park where the Tyrannosaurus was approaching. Each thumping step made the cup vibrate with ripples. What if that cup of water was sensitive to all vibrations not just dinosaurs? What if even if you can't see it, a cup of water not to mention all water was vibrating as a result of the energy around it? The human body is mostly water, but it is an electrical system. Maybe the collective activity of our circulatory system, nervous system, and whatever else is giving an overall vibration. I've heard people say that the human body gives off non-visible spectrums of light and that's what an Aura is.
It would be like giving off a quiet note. Maybe certain thoughts are like a B flat and others are an F sharp. Where some thoughts and states of the body leave us in a soothing rythmic pattern others make us give off nails scratching along a chalkboard. If water was sensitive to this, and it was possible to freeze or photograph the water while it was in a given state, then Emoto's experiment would be explainable with known scientific method.
Unfortunately, Emoto is criticized because others have not necessarily been able to get the same results. My point isn't really even to prove that emoto is wrong or right. I'm only suggesting that some people might actually be giving off good vibrations. Sometimes they're a note that fits our own rythm with perfect harmony. Sometimes a person disturbs your inner pool into a chaotic mess. I for one am going to be more conscious of whether or not someone gives me good vibrations because I prefer that my life be a song that others will keep playing on repeat.

Let's make some music together,

-MM

An empty warm impression

You're used to laying in bed alone, until someone comes into it offering a warm body to comfort your life like a blanket. Then the person gets uncomfortable because you're crowding their space. They're too hot and you're making them sweat. Your elbows are jabbing so they have to get up. The person moves to the couch or the guest room because rest is no longer possible with you. I recently saw this as an allegory for why people stay single longer and divorce earlier today.

Perhaps my opinion is shaped by living in Hollywood, or perhaps it's the sign of the facebook relationship status times; a committed relationship is an impossible combination lock that is as transient as it is elusive. Is it the under-whelming supply of soy-ice-blended-combo-meal choices that leave us consistently hungry for more unsatisfaction? Has modern fiction convinced us of a romantically comedic ideal that reality just can't live up to? Or has the fruit of our looms been spoiled rotten by over-exposure? Our more-exciting-than-ever-before storybook lives just can't seem to settle down for a happy ending that doesn't have a plural "s" added to the end of it (happy endings).

The unfortunate fortune that I'm telling is that while you're temporarily hot and bothered by a crowded relationship, you're insignificant other is left to stare at an empty warm impression in a once comfortable bed.

Trying to catch those zzzz's

-MM

The star of David is an evite

Today my server was wearing a Jewish star. Being that I recently started to learn about the Jewish religion I wanted to strike up a conversation about it with him. It made me realize that my compliment was the whole point. The piece of jewelry was an outward display, an all caps tweet invitation to share common ground. Whether it's a purse we saw on sex and the city or a pair of lebron James kicks, we wrap our packages in invitations to our lives like everyone is a potential party guest. I'm probably being captain obvious, but there's a Jewish star of some sort hanging on the neck of every person that crosses your path. In your life, what do you usually check on the RSVP.

Yes
No
Maybe

-MM

Big Bang Theory

Have u ever met someone and felt stirred? Deep in the places beyond time? Like a giant mythical beast awoke from an infinite slumber. I recently met a woman with whom it would be a severe under statement to say that meeting her was a tripple shot of espresso in an otherwise drowsy year. Maybe that's what a connection is. zero viscocity. A microcosmic celestial event. The simultaneous death and birth of a new galaxy of possibilities.

Bang

-MM

All is full of love

I used to be bitter about Valentine's day, hell I blogged all about it. This year I woke up in a different mood. Not because I'm not single, but because I look at the day differently. In general, Valentine's day has become a day for couples. Everyone else is left to ponder what they don't have, in an uninvited-to-the-party sort of self-pity. However, it's all wrong! This mutant step in holiday evolution shouldn't be so third eye focused on the mated pair. We would all feel so much better, the world would be all the more comfortable, if people took the day to show someone, anyone, that they love them. I don't think chocolates are the answer. For all the same reasons that I previously stated. A box of chocolates is a lazy married couple's courtesy fuck. In it's 30 seconds of pleasure-able gratification that stems from 30 seconds of thought and effort; it is a complacent business hand shake that leaves the world colder than how you found it.

I propose that people be creative, personal, and sincere in the simple effort to share some love, with someone they do. I just bought a bag of bagels from Bagel Broker, a pack of cigarettes, and a bag of green beans from Whole Foods, and left them in a basket on the special plural someones' door step. I could have stolen some keys and taken a car to get washed and detailed. Whatever it is for you, however you choose to spell the word LOVE, the act itself is a metaphysical hug and a kiss that has the under appreciated power to brighten a day, heal a lonely wounded heart, or bring a giant rock full of billions of individuals that extra little bit closer. My Valentines Day epiphany is probably common sense that I wouldn't have been blind to, if I hadn't been so focused on my self. I don't usually take Bjork seriously, but she was right when she said it. "ALL IS FULL OF LOVE"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjAoBKagWQA


All is Full of Love Lyrics


Happy Valentines Day Everyone

-MM