Caught the 2016 TV movie The Boy on HBO. Passably creepy, but, like all 20th-century horror movies, it has:
--a man who becomes a love interest and steps in for rescues at the right moment
--a doll that comes to life
--a shower scene
--an attic with an old photo album
--flashbacks in period settings.
As usual, the producer, director, and writer didn't know how to properly end the story and showed a series of different endings in a perplexing and ineffective montage.
I am drowsing in bed whenever Teen Wolf replays on Sony channel. It is a series that is hard for me to follow. None of the characters have depth, and none of the roles are acting vehicles. The program seems to be a mere springboard for fancy camera effects.
I DO wish that Tyler Posey would engage himself with some other project, preferably a non-supernatural one. His face is as unique as Sal Mineo's was in the 50s, and it would be everyone's loss if he suddenly disappeared.
Many people will try to get close to you not because they like you but because they do not like you and want to see what makes you a success. All you have to do is quash their enthusiasm and turn their minds round before you send them away.
It is all right to eat food that you offered the hungry ghosts the following day. You may also give it to the poor and the hungry. Your gesture will already have been accepted by then, and materials things are free to go the way of all material things.
The most distasteful moments in Masterchef Australia are always when the judges ask a contestant, "What does staying in this competition mean to you?" and "How much do you want to win this competition?" You just KNOW that this is a cheap, group dynamics ploy to make the contestants get emotional and elicit tears from them if only to make the show more interesting.
I have often caught contestants respond by putting on an act and giving the judges what they want. The camera captures everything, especially dishonesty--and so do viewers with keen powers of observation.
I have also been thrown off my seat whenever a contestant gushes tears and pours out a life story of hardship, pain, and broken dreams, and then the judges eliminate him or her ANYWAY because they claim that "it's all about the flavor". So what, then, was the point of that stupid melodrama?
Finally, there is always a fuss over sentimental spicing with the keywords "family", "memories", and "childhood", which never fail to make me cringe. Cooking is an art, but so are writing, painting, and music, and all those are really and primarily intellectual and cerebral--which is why there is a need for critics. Very intelligent critics.
Yesterday evening before dusk, I took a photo of a street lamp glowing through the branches of a tree. That is an image I see whenever I am traveling from town to town--lamps glowing through treetops, over rice fields, above the roofs of houses. It always gives me a cozy feeling. I try to imagine what kind of people live in the vicinity, what they like doing before nightfall, and wonder whether they know that, as soon as the lamps glow, an entire world of enchantment comes alive.
Tony Perez's Art of War: Once you leave a group or once a group leaves you, sever all ties with them and announce it publicly. That way, when they manifest any shortcoming or weakness--or even commit any kind of wrongdoing--it is definitely and clearly their fault and not yours.
Your Messenger message: "Hello, Tony! How have you been ? "I had an intriguing dream last night. I dreamt that
I was walking after my Teacher on a road that seemed going uphill. I enjoyed walking barefoot on the damp ground which was hard, not muddy "Later , in another dream, i saw myself filling up a big beautiful light yellow leather handbag . I realised it had become heavy and wondered how i could carry it." My reply: Hello __________! Your psyche is showing you your progress indeed. From high heels to sandals to bare feet, the ultimate practice of humility. The road is uphill, meaning no easy practice, but you are following your Teacher, and you are walking on firm ground. Regarding the second dream, yellow is the color of emotion, specifically joy on one hand and grief on the other. It may be the one thing that could be bogging you down--emotions are rooted in the past: childhood, youth, and previous lifestyles. You wonder how you can carry the leather bag--only you can answer that, most probably by persistence and tenacity.
I love divination using mahjong tiles. An elaborate ritual with joss sticks precedes it, and, as in the game, three other people aside from the diviner sit round the table. Walls are built in a ritual phase called "Building the City", which can have one, two, three, or four entrances and a tower. Then tiles are placed in the four cardinal directions (quite disorienting because the diviner is always in the East).
The "flowers" play significant roles and must be mastered first, especially "Chung" (a.k.a. Red Dragon), which really means "Center". I never knew till now that they have such wonderful meanings--and to think that we discard them when we are playing the game.
Still reading _Gladiators_ and the book of divination using mahjong tiles.
There are tons of stuff to memorize in the latter. Aside from knowing the meaning of each tile, one has to know its meaning when it is located in the north, south, east, and west, when it appears in a grouping of three tiles, and when it is the first, the second, or the third tile.
That and the I-Ching may keep my non-painting and non-writing time occupied through my physical death.
There are social activists who believe that using their brains and their loud opinions are their biggest contributions to change. Those, however, do NOT constitute action. Those are mere indications that they expect OTHER PEOPLE to act for them. In the meantime, they keep their feet dry and mix truffles in their salad.
Three systems will always strive to keep the people poor and ignorant, under the guise of reaching out to them and helping them, in order to continue making money for themselves: religion, politics, and the media.
Caught the second half of the 2017 TV movie Michael Jackson: Searching for Neverland on Lifetime, as told from the points of view of his two security persons. Wonderful, credible performances. The script and the direction also avoid falling into the traps of mawkishness and melodrama. In the 1970s I used to believe that the worst performances were on TV. Today I believe that some of the best performances are on TV.
Back from the center, where I spent an afternoon with my younger son, Chito, and my grandchildren Chevy and Vinci. It was Chevy's birthday approximately a month ago and Chito's birthday today. Bought shoes for Chevy and Vinci and two pizzas for them to take home.
Two boardwalk, strawberry ice cream cones at Toto's cafe. While Toto was conversing with a female friend at the entrance, the Sitio Caatacutan taong-grasa moved close to him to ask for the canned juice that he was sipping. Toto gave it to him. The taong-grasa sat by the road and consumed the drink. Long after the can was empty he still held on to it, as though it were a magic vessel that would give him more juice or as though it were a symbol of his security.