Neither Here Nor There: Chuck Arm Roast, Vanilla Cone and Strawberry Popsicle, Light Rye Bloomer
My brain is fit to burst with all the imagery I’ve been collecting. Like an-artist-who-doesn’t-make-art.
“I guess we were confused, didn’t know what to do. I know you are confused. Maybe I added to that confusion, but I was confused too.”
Neither Here Nor There contains an abundance of cues that can be used as object detection to provide conflicting information that contributes to a particular aspect of our everyday perceptual experience.
I know questioning of who is entitled to feel depressed right now (surely not me, with my clear lungs and sufficient Gopay balance) is unproductive. But I’ve concluded is that denying our emotions only underlines them.
I’m telling you, to plan a curriculum can be mentally, emotionally and physically draining. Teaching and doing the management at the same time from home in the past two months was barbaric.
It is definitely not a job for everyone, or a career that you start ‘because you didn’t know what else to do’, as many uninformed people tend to say. Like myself 12 years ago.
If you want to be rich, stop right there. Private school teachers do get paid an ok salary. No high, not low, just ok. I think it’s pretty similar to lecturers who teach at long established private university. But if you look at public school teachers, it’s a whole different cringe-game.
If you want a work-life balance shit, nu uh. It’s very possible for a teacher to get a nasty combination of burnout, loneliness and broke-ness.
I wish you – over-involved boomers – are more civil and appreciative.
Jamie: Do you think you’re happy?
Dorothea Fields: Seriously? Look, wondering if you’re happy it’s a great shortcut to just being depressed.
Abbie Porter: Whatever you think your life is going to be like, just know, it’s not going be anything like that.
Dorothea Fields: What?
Jamie: Thinking that you know everything that’s going on.
Dorothea Fields: No, I don’t. I just think that, you know, having your heart broken is a tremendous way to learn about the world.
Screenshots from ‘20th Century of Women’ (2016).
- Normal People – Sally Rooney, I finished it in a day.
- Troubled Blood – Robert Galbraith, pre-ordered to be delivered to my Kindle in September, can’t wait!
- In food category:
Rob’s weekly elixir supply. My weekly chocolate supply. Special delivery from my parents for Ied holiday: oxtail soup with condiments.
Didn’t mean to take any photos but look at the blue sky!
- Ask a Curator: Fransesco Bonami on Marina Abramović the Venice Biennale’s Postponement, and More. I often felt left out/intimidated by art world and makes me think I should read more of them.
- Greatest Events of WWII in Colour. After I finished 1917, In The Corner of The World, and The Darkest Hour the other day I found myself very interested in WWII. This series also made some historical accounts from The Crown make more sense.
I forgot to mention that Rob and I are finally borrowing my dad’s projector which our spines will be forever grateful for!
I’ve spent hours of re-consuming movies as a kind pilgrimage or a sentimental journey. Rob told me that I had this habit of watching Friends over and over whenever I felt broken (or in his term ‘potato’). “You feeling potato hon?” asked him, while part of his face peeked in the corner of the bedroom’s door. “Maybe.” answered me which often followed by my usual “Don’t ask.” look.
Then usually I was drowned to the word “maybe”. I’m not sure whether I felt potato or not.
I’ve been rewatching Friends over and over again for more than two decades now, I don’t know if that’s normal but truth is I don’t really care.
The least complicated reason is that I really like the movie. Or maybe because I’m a creature of repetition (I fear of trying new food– I don’t know there’s something new to try– especially if the ideas come from a foodie). Yes sure, repetition seems like it would make it lost its newness surprise. But repetition also requires less energy to process, easy to digest and I consider easy entertainment is good.
Sometimes they’re like habits, like praying the same prayer before bed every night– regular and automatic. Sometimes I watch familiar movies or series to extract fondness about the way things were– the warm particular nostalgic feeling when we exposed to scenes or songs from our younger days. A time machine to revisit a memory.
Then there are rituals, like watching all 8 Harry Potter movies after seeing The Cursed Child, watching Lost In Translation before going to Japan for the first time, The Family Stone on Christmas, binge-watching previous series before the new ones, or re-watching a movie after finally reading the book which inspired the film.
Anyway, just wanted to share screenshots from movies I re-watched this week during quarantine. Also, listening to the CMBYN’s soundtrack was a good detour from Sufjan Stevens’ latest album which I disliked. :/
Emotional excess may harmful but so is emotional depletion.
Friends’ apartment sets from Pinterest. Screenshots from Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989), Frances Ha (2013), Carrie Pilby (2006), Call Me By Your Name (2017).