Never ever do i think i have laughed so hard as when micheal palin says "mmm"
its not even that funny, but for some reason it just cracks me up repeatedly. Time and time again!
He is a curious man.
and that is his opening line. open a door, take a spllit second glance at a map go 'mmmm' and suddenly the map becomes magically animated! it is bizzaree
1.29.2011
Breathe Me
Its nice to breathe.
I know we all breath on a regular basis. but how often have you really paid attention to your breathing, and to feel the strength build up with inhale and then the tension slip away like your melting. it makes you feel a bit like custard. i quite like this idea. for a while i existed solely as custard builing up like a wave and then falling back into the cooking pot again to be as one with the custard. it sounds silly. but it is such a peaceful thing. it is like a reminder that you have little control over this world, you breath in and feel like you have the control, and you are the master of your own destiny ( i no were only talking about split second breathing here!) but then ultimately you have to let go again and submit yourself to nature. Its nice.
There are people living on boats in the middle of the sea of indonesia who have barely set foot on land, all they eat and live with comes from the ocean floor. So they can hold there breath for astonishing amounts of time. one man could do so for 6 minutes! Now theres a challange for the competative!
I went to a dance a few nights ago called Breathe Me. It was a man and a woman, they were married and argued ALL the time! the dance consisted of verbal fights and dancy fights, the lady was developing a mental health issue and becoming scared and paranoid. the dancing was beutiful, especially a scene when they were asleep in bed twisting and dancing with the sheet. the lady was so graceful and thin yet in a half asleep eyes shut slumber could pick up a tall muscley man and swing him so easily around her body like a pillow, never faltering her slumbery expression. it certianly was a feat, and beautiful to see. eventually the man realised she needed help, but the ending was so sad and heartwrenching. a freind said it was beautiful, which it truely was, and even the set was beautifully produced and really well choreographed. but at the same time it was so sad, and laid heavy on your heart. she didnt let him breathe, cos she was so full of panic she could not breath herself. they were co existing in a tense, emotional, stressed suffocating atmosphere. It seemed like the perfect portrayal of marridge in the western world.
It certianly enforced my cry of independance!
I know we all breath on a regular basis. but how often have you really paid attention to your breathing, and to feel the strength build up with inhale and then the tension slip away like your melting. it makes you feel a bit like custard. i quite like this idea. for a while i existed solely as custard builing up like a wave and then falling back into the cooking pot again to be as one with the custard. it sounds silly. but it is such a peaceful thing. it is like a reminder that you have little control over this world, you breath in and feel like you have the control, and you are the master of your own destiny ( i no were only talking about split second breathing here!) but then ultimately you have to let go again and submit yourself to nature. Its nice.
There are people living on boats in the middle of the sea of indonesia who have barely set foot on land, all they eat and live with comes from the ocean floor. So they can hold there breath for astonishing amounts of time. one man could do so for 6 minutes! Now theres a challange for the competative!
I went to a dance a few nights ago called Breathe Me. It was a man and a woman, they were married and argued ALL the time! the dance consisted of verbal fights and dancy fights, the lady was developing a mental health issue and becoming scared and paranoid. the dancing was beutiful, especially a scene when they were asleep in bed twisting and dancing with the sheet. the lady was so graceful and thin yet in a half asleep eyes shut slumber could pick up a tall muscley man and swing him so easily around her body like a pillow, never faltering her slumbery expression. it certianly was a feat, and beautiful to see. eventually the man realised she needed help, but the ending was so sad and heartwrenching. a freind said it was beautiful, which it truely was, and even the set was beautifully produced and really well choreographed. but at the same time it was so sad, and laid heavy on your heart. she didnt let him breathe, cos she was so full of panic she could not breath herself. they were co existing in a tense, emotional, stressed suffocating atmosphere. It seemed like the perfect portrayal of marridge in the western world.
It certianly enforced my cry of independance!
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