On being John Malkovich

Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich. Malkovich? Malkovich, Malkovich!
Posted by Jerry Kindall on April 19, 2004 at 1:05 PM

Jerry, thanks for the "Being John Malkovich" reference. That made me laugh out loud.
PS, Oh, and in answer to your statement: Malkovich; Malkovich...Mal-kovich, dammit!
Posted by Jim on April 19, 2004 at 1:30 PM

Office Defibrillators

I have always wanted to do this, hold em heart-starter thingies, rub em together and say "clear!!"...glance at monitor and say "damnit man, we're losing him",... "clear!!!..bzzzzttttttt~.

We have that thing installed in the hallway. Its a bright funky-green gadget housed in a "break glass in case you have to bring a dead person to life" box. But Lo! Before you decide to break the glass you have to at least be certified to operate that thing. They dont want you to be zapping dead people's butt or other body parts, or worse frying them unintentionally.

Ok, I agree with that...but suppose some lame guy suddenly dropped dead in front of me, do I:
A.Give him CPR... ewww ..good thing I'm not certified.
B.Call 911, the nearest hospital is about 4km..too late.
C.Run around the building looking for that certified defibrillator prick...if there is one.
D.Drag his lifeless butt near the "Automated External Defibrillator" , break glass open and apply electrocution process...with joy.
E. Stay put, act like you thought he just fell asleep (literally).

If I'm wise enough I'd probably choose E. This seems to be the most weasel-like of the choices, threfore would land me in a safe-unblameable position.To free myself from guilt, I'd probably enrol myself in the "How to pronounce Automated External Defibrillator and Cardio Pulmonary Rescucitation Course"...next time same incident happens, I'll be a tad bit ready. Technology...and ignorance wont do much.

A steady night shot, full apperture opening, zoomed from the 3rd floor, reflecting light from parking lot. 

Joining the transparent background project, Nelson proves that if one nerd can do it, so can the rest. 

Puzzling Dream

The dream started when I saw myself with a rocket-propelled grenade aimed at a convoy of renegade trucks, I squeezed the trigger and hit a big truck which was piggy-backing an old red volkswagen beetle. Realizing the grave stupidity of my action: any moment now the foot soldiers will definitely find the perpetrator...umm that would be..me! fuck the others, i ran for my dear life... I took the river trail, dogs cant sniff me out from there i was thinking..then I remembered something...ummm I felt I left something, what was it??...Ooops, my girlfriend. She is in the secret room of the house. I went back...was caught...held hostage or prisoner of war, and here is the interesting part: As I was being pushed around the house, I came face to face with the "secret door that leads to the secret room" Instinctively I would have looked or touched it , but I didnt because I was strictly focused on thinking what were they up to in letting me wander around the house freely. In a flash, I realized they were trying to find the secret door just by observing my movements. So with my quick wit I glanced blankly everywhere not giving any reaction to anything.

The dream went crazy after this, with my officemates joining the hostages, then they decided to re-design the curtains of the house, cellphones were confiscated except for mine because the rebel leader (who happened to be a gorgeous fashion designer) liked me., a tsunami hit, the building collapsed, I visited an old elementary classmate who was part of the hostage crisis and was rattled awake because damn its 0630 uggh! gonna be late for work.

As I recalled the dream while driving on the way to work I realized something. Characters in our dreams are made by our minds, they think and act according to what we know, believe and think. But why, o why didnt I know that trick. I have no recollection where I got this idea of finding out clues by observing a persons action. Ive never been to boot camp, never been in the military and the closest I got to any counter intelligence stuff is by watching spy movies. That was something new I learned there. Freaks me out this dream. It was fluid, fast and impromptu. Dreams are freaky but this one has got me thinking.

On Feet

She's wearin strap sandals today... and there it was, gorgeous feet... the most gorgeous feet I have ever seen. Jap-white complexion, and I'll be darn if it aint well cared for coz it really looks almost buttery. I aint got any feet fetish whatsoever, but when i saw her feet during lunch ..It was so attractive.. i wanted to put it on my plate...strange thing what this "Attraction" does, but feet??

On Empathy

Here are two contrasting issues; Terri Schiavo and the overwhelming publicity it is getting, the other, the truth of other deaths taking place.

For quite a while a lot of people (in the US primarily) were into this empathic-frenzy over the fate of one vegetative-state patient. Suddenly it seems like everyone cared about the life of one individual. People flocked the hospital to show their support, they called on the President, the Governor, the Senate, they threatened, they cursed, they prayed, they wept ..they were gadamn gonna be there to save the life of Terri. Empathy.

Time magazine, March 14, 2005; "There are 8 million people a year who die just because they too poor to live". Now, in the light of all this mumbo-jumbo I see something plain...These people flocked to show their concern on the life of one, one who never needed it... but ignored the call of 8 million souls begging for help. Hypocrisy.