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



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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

The Basterds are Inglorious: Inglorious Basterds Analysis

"Quentin Tarantino is such an overflowingly talented maker of films that you wonder when he's going to grow up into a real filmmaker." - Kurt Loder

"In short, "Inglourious Basterds" is not "Pulp Fiction." It's not even a war movie. It's a movie about other war movies — a riot of references with no stabilizing core. Yet again." - Kurt Loder

Kurt Loder's Full Article Here


I've read review after review of Quentin Tarantino's latest film Inglorious Basterds that has more to say about their opinions about Tarantino's style then they do about the film's merits as a story. Like it or not Tarantino is like a filmmaker's version of a literary historian who cannot tell a story without consciously alluding to what has existed prior. Just because you recognize a shot or a reference or two doesn't mean you can disregard the entire statement as being theft or an homage. The point was for you to recognize the reference. With Tarantino it seems to be an intentional part of the discussion. Unfortunately it is a minority that is capable of adequately participating in that discussion. However, I'm admittedly not well versed enough to invite the entire internet to bombard me with a film history pissing contest. This isn't the kind of article where we debate whether or not the Cabin was a reference to John Ford's the Searchers and whether it was an appropriate choice. My intent is to contribute an interpretation of the film's intent.


(*SPOILERS: DO NOT READ further if you do not want to know what happens)

I think Inglorious Basterds was about Glorification.
On one side you've got The Basterds, on the other is SS Colonel Landa (Christopher Waltz). Both have been glorified by legends that precede them. Each of the Basterds has an infamous nickname Such as "The Apache" or "The Bear Jew", while Landa is called the "Jew Hunter". Both sides have gained a sort of glorification as in they benefit from larger than life personas as a result of their violent actions.

The story lines converge at one major plot event...

The burning of a crowded theater with nitrate celluloid while playing a propaganda film by goebbles that glorifies the famous exploits of sniper turned war hero zoller. 

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A friend posted this on facebook.
I Love it because it's the Tarantino Movie of Purses. The backstory is that this purse used to be a Balenciaga until someone murdered its entire Family. The remaining leather was lazer-cut into this Bad Ass MOFO of feminine storage on a mission to settle the score.





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