THE
FIRST PARAGRAPH IN MY WELCOME MSG IS ALWAYS THE SAME. WHICH IS…
Hello fellow citizens of Planet Earth, hearken! I’m
going to try and put a positive spin to what’s happening around us and to us,
every day, and one day at a time. So look to this link either at the beginning
of your day to wake up refreshed to be ready for the day ahead, or at the end
of your day to be ready for a good night’s sleep. Ahhh...sounds good,
hopefully. Here goes...
My SODs for today. In keeping with our theme
today here’s one from the one and only...click and find out. My friend
suggested him to me and I thought how could he ever belch out anything? And
then this? Whoa!
Thought about a different language but you know
what? These guys have captured my imagination for a while. They sang their hearts
out and fostered a sense of togetherness. And how we can make ourselves feel
tomorrow.
Recently (well, several times recent, in the far
past and in the near past and potentially well into the future) two friends had
a heated debate, much to the concern of several folks around who thought blood
would be spilt that night. The debate was on a (hold your breath) movie. Yes
sir. Well I don’t blame them too much; if you like movies and I mean really
like them then you would probably get into it. In this case it was a polarizer -
Kill Bill part-1. Now, you see, Kill Bill is an extreme. So one of these
friends (call him Alan) thought it was the coolest thing he’d seen in a long
time. He hadn’t heard of Quentin Tarantino nor did he know Uma Thurman could do
kungfu. But he liked the blood, the gore, the fighting, the killing, the
vengeance. That bloody gore that Quentin can create with so much ease, it was
like a lot of yeast was added and the bread overflowed out of the loaf mold -
and it did so slowly and surely.
The other friend (Lisa for us), she thought it
was the stupidest, most despicable way to show how a woman takes revenge. How
can this sweet looking, cute, blue-eyed blonde go off on a vengeful killing
spree on her Pussy Wagon? How can that happen? Does this shit really happen?
Insane. Unbelievable. Whoever made this movie...wait, that was Tarantino? That now
makes sense I guess but I would’ve Expected
better than this piece of crappy, drivel making nonsense from him!
And thus the battle raged on between Alan and
Lisa, each making their point one after the other. “Uma surely cannot singe
handedly have so much sleight of hand with knives and swords, and do kungfu and
those super-fast moves while speaking that Japanese that she had learnt a while
back? Oh wait, and she just ran away from the hospital for”...I’ll stop here as
I’ve already spilled some spoilers and I don’t want you cursing me out the rest
of your life. And on it went with Lisa.
“Lisa, your views are a bit outrageous
considering you’re a fan of this director! The movie’s supposed to be a parody
on the behavior of people and Quentin exaggerates this like Pulp Fiction – is what you had told me. The way he brings his story to life is by
taking it beyond normal reality and exposing the grotesqueness of how the human
mind works. And I thought that was done extra beautifully in KB!” Alan
screamed. He poured himself another from the scotch Lisa had opened.
“Yeah right” Lisa took a sip (her third for the
night, and she was trying in vain to get into this with more vigor). “I agree
with you on how he makes his movies; just didn’t see the point of making all
these ladies get into it, you know”. She was welling up.
“Hey hey Lisa, it’s OK. I guess it set the wrong
expectation with you”, Alan realized Lisa was going down with too many sips in
her. “These movies always set some expectations and when you go in with an
expectation and it’s not what you expected to experience, it just doesn’t jive.
Right?”
“Right” said Lisa. “He shouldn’t have demonized
women like that, even if he was trying to send a message. Just feel so
f$&king betrayed” she muttered as she plopped down on her couch. Over and
out. Alan slipped a blanket over her fondly and tiptoed out.
And there you have it. Expectation can make or break
the partEe. And, lo and behold in case you haven’t realized, that’s our first E
in partEe. Enough said. Applies to everything - parents’ of children, children
of parents, friends of friends, boyfriend, girlfriend, family, love in a
relationship, the way we trust each other (and expect something back). The way
we shower our affection on someone (and expect something in return). The way we
gift each other (and expect something back? Perhaps). This is a slippery slope
and I’m already experiencing near-zero friction. I’m deliberately not going to
go further and become too patronizing. And - there’s other flavors of this E,
mind you. Like when you want to push someone to perform (your child or friend
or employee); I get it. But we’re not about that flavor here. Can we minimize
this E? is the question. I’ve tried on a few occasions. And keep striving to.
Because when you do (try it!), its magic. Here’s
a take on It’s a Miracle (recall that one?)
It’s a miracle
On main street
It’s a miracle
On E tonight.
Expecting that miracle
Of relationship
He turned to her and said “I thought you would...”
She turned to her side and went “I didn’t”.
He smiled and disagreed.
She smiled back. And nodded.
It was a miracle.
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