A little insane – I know!!! I would like to think it was the typhoid that scrambled my brains but seriously forgetting my age is well something I’m not THAT surprised by. I found an internetty thing that tells you your age based on your dob. I am so happy!! I am 27 – not 28 like I’ve been telling people.I have not been so happy in a long time.
Hollywood has its genres – romantic comedy, action – but indian movies have just one style BOLLYWOOD. Okay, I might sound like I’m being a downer but actually the movies coming out now are bollywood are great. The cinematography is really amazing both in terms of location, set and in interesting editing techniques. The music is, as always, great.We also demand a lot out of the bollywood plot line – we want to love, laugh, CRY, feel passion, hate and it should end with us feeling happy and satisfied with the emotional journey when we leave the cinema.Anyways, My Name is Khan delivers on all of the above and its a good satisfying cathartic movie. I LOVE Kajol. She is such an amazing actress and even though I find Shahruh Khan such a loveable actor he just isn’t even on the same leauge as her.Probably the only bad thing is that Kajol is so good she should be in serious movies. And that’s one thing that can’t happen in a Bollywood movie – you just can’t get too serious. You can’t have characters that are ambigious, multiple view point or a really a complex analysis of a situation.Or at least not yet. But eventually Bollywood movie watching audiences will get more savvy and sophisticated and demand even more.I’m eating a Haneefia burger now with cottage cheese. So excited!
Good: Biryani and rita eaten even though its one of my least favorite Pakisatni foods.Bad: Urdu play, for Japan, about Hiroshima. Moral of the story? Listen to your mother in law. Also do not sit on the imaginary kid you were holding. It will make people laugh.Good: Enola Gray – London Fields – Martin Amis. I might reconsider this author I love to hate.Bad: Cramps.Good: Connections that hopefully come through. Getting shit done.
I have been recently seeing a lot of examples of crowd sourcing.That is for example:
- Ad copy
- Community project Mostly it seems like its being used for brands as a marketing tool / viral / we are so hip and cutting edge tool.Here are some things I’m will think about regarding crowd sourcing as I drive home tonight:
- What are the key elements that actually make people interested in participating in this? For me personally, I’ve experimented with ConceptFeedback. I guess I like giving my feedback because I feel I know something about effective design. Yet as someone who doesn’t design myself; there isn’t a whole lot to keep me coming back to the site.
I remember Natasha saying once that when she was young her dream was to have an audience that would just listen to whatever she said.I really thought that was cute and funny. I DO not think any real person should actually have that power.Especially when you are going to talk about soap bubbles.Ok – I’m tired and my ability to be coherent is limited.
On my new years resolution list was getting into the whole art – creative expression – keeping it real sane thing. So far I’ve painted 3 pieces (ok that sounds pretentious), umn 3 things that could be called art-like things, on some smaller canvases.DoThe first one is of a man / boy floating in the middle of the sea. It should look like he is floating, but because of my limited art skills he looks placed on top of the water and the image is kind of weird and totally un-proportional.But this is the one that I really needed to paint.I once heard this story on PRI:Selected shorts about two boys, some Japanese city, a tsunami, boy lost to see, regret, fear.For as long as I can remember I’ve had two types of reoccurring dreams; one where I’m on the beach and there is a huge tsunami. In the dream I always know I’m going to be okay; but I’m afraid for someone else I love who I think isn’t going to be okay – my brother, parents whatever. The second dream I always have is that I’m in a car and I really really need to get somewhere, but I can’t control the car. The feeling is that I’m drunk and not able to control by body, but like my mind is totally clear and panicking in the desperation of not being able to get where I want to go.I know both these dream are about Fear. Fearing of not be in control. Not being able to do what I want, help the people I love, not being able to go where I need to go… etc.The moral of short story by the author whose name I can’t remember is…Do not fear. Or all that you love will be washed out to sea.Or something like that – I can’t exactly remember… but ever since I heard that story I haven’t had either of my reoccurring dreams.So I’ve put the weird painting of the boy floating in the sea, on the ledge that is right in front of the toilet. I look at it when ‘doing ma thing so I can look at it in the few moments of a day that are spent in un-forced peaceful meditative blank.p.s.(Originally, I thought it was a Marukami story but know I don’t think it is. I THINK I have read something by that author before – The Seamstresses Wife? I don’t know – I don’t have my old book collection as a reference.)
Trying the WordPress application for the BlackBerry. Other than having my terrible spelling and random rants available uncensored by the time delay in actual posts I’m very excited!!I wonder if this blurs the link between tweet / buzz / status update. I will need to link into hellotxt some more and see what else can be integrated.Feeling love for the BB type pad and signing out!