I AM The Universe: Random Thoughts

Actual email I sent out:

Dear All,

Stop panicking. Thank you. Now, I know none of you have any plans on valentines. And that some of you are gonna be staring at the phone for a long time, wondering whether or not you should make that call that you know is a mistake. Some of you are gonna make complete fools out of yourselves by asking someone way out of your league to be your valentine (Yes, you! You know I’m talking about you, don’t you! ). Some of you are gonna go home, have a quiet meal and then lie to the rest of us the morning after.

I don’t blame any of you. I mean, with all this crap all around you this time of the year, all the pinks and the reds and the sappy songs, weird creepy cherubs, who can blame you? Damn it everything is in reds, there’s a valentines offer on everything from movie tickets to restaurants to gaming shops. Why the hell is there a valentines deal on a gaming shop? Even the center spread on the weekly Friday magazine (which usually features well-balanced fashion trends) has been taken over by lingerie from an ‘Agent Provocateur’. And although you have to appreciate the creativity that’s gone into the name, you have to exercise some grey matter to be able to register that those are nowhere near your scope of purchase.

You see, all these things are going to have a negative influence on your life for the next eleven months, after which you should brace yourself for another bout. So here’s my proposal. Don’t stay home. Don’t stare at your phone, please, because that’s just sad. Instead, we celebrate. Yes, we celebrate SAD. SAD, of course, being Singles Appreciation Day. We go out, grab a decent dinner, enjoy the company, and we’ll have you  back home and in bed by 11. True story.

Please RSVP this email.

I saw Dead Poets Society last night. And all the while, I couldn’t stop thinking.. Dude! Robert Sean Leonard hasn’t changed a bit!! Even when he was riding a bike, it was like watching Dr.Wilson ride a bike!

Some of my favorite parts of the script:

The Dead Poets Society Introduction: I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life … to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

Hopkins: The cat sat on the mat.

Keating: Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins, yours is the first poem to have a negative score on the Pritchard scale. We’re not laughing at you. We’re laughing near you. I don’t mind that your poem had a simple theme. Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things, like a cat or a flower or rain. Poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it. Just don’t let your poems be ordinary.

Keating: Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular. Even though the heard may go ” That’s bad.” Robert Frost said, ” Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I, I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference.” I want you to find your own walk right now, your own way of striding, pacing: any direction, anything you want. Whether it’s proud or silly. Anything. *everybody starts walking differently* Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours. You don’t have to perform. Just make it for yourself. Mr. Dalton, will you be joining us?

Charles: Exercising the right not to walk.

Keating: Thank you, Mr. Dalton. You just illustrated the point. Swim against the stream.

I know, there’s plenty of reasons for that. Hitting on a married woman (forbidden fruit, what’s a man to do? *shrug*), sucking at God of War (the god will smite you for that!), not worshiping Elvis (or appreciating Britney Spears’ music, if you allow me the liberal use of the word music), or not knowing who Ingrid Bergman was. And there there’s the more colorful ways, let me count the ways:

• When your boss asks how your meeting with someone went, tell him Oh, I had her saying ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ And when your manager looks blankly back at you, say back True story.
• That colleague sitting on the next desk, with the shirt with shoulder flaps? Un-button the shoulder flaps, and button them to the wrong ends so that the right shoulder flap is buttoned to his left shoulder and vice versa.
• Just as you’re leaving for lunch, and a colleague asks you why you never ask her out to lunch, tell her that she’s fat and that she needs to go on a diet. If another colleague tries to console the poor girl that she’s not fat, tell him to stop sucking up, then turn to her and tell her than only two kinds of men would have this opinion of her; a) married men, who have been programmed to say that, because well, let’s face it – when a woman asks you if she looks fat you don’t think, you just say NO! And b) single men who’re trying to hit on her. And tell her that since you’re neither, she can totally trust your honest and sincere opinion and should go on a diet. Then go about your way to Hardees.

I’m sure I’ll figure out more ways.

Yes, this is – again – one of those posts where I don’t wanna say anything!

But I’m pretty sure I haven’t

Michael Buble – I Just Haven’t Met You Yet

I’m not surprised,
Not everything lasts,
I’ve broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in,
I talk myself out,
I get all worked up,
Then I let myself down,

I tried so very hard not to loose it;
I came up with a million excuses,
I thought I thought of every possibility,

And I know some day that it’ll all turn out,
You’ll make me work so we can work to work it out,
And I promise you kid that I give so much more than I get,
I just haven’t met you yet.

I might have to wait,
I’ll never give up,
I guess it’s half timin’, and the other half’s luck,
Wherever you are,
Whenever it’s right,
You’ll come outta nowhere and into my life.

And I know that we can be so amazin’,
And baby your love is gonna change me,
And now I can see every possibility,

Somehow I know that it’ll all turn out,
You’ll make me work so we can work to work it out,
And promise you kid, I’ll give so much more than I get,
I just haven’t met you yet.

They say all’s fair
in love and war
But I won’t need to fight it,
we’ll get it right an’,
we’ll be united

and I know that we can be so amazin’,
And bein’ in your life is gonna change me,
And now I can see every single possibility,

And someday I know it’ll all turn out,
And I’ll work to work it out,
Promise you kid I’ll give more than I get
Than I get, than I get, than I get.

Oh, you know it’ll all turn out,
and you’ll make me work so we can work to work it out,
And promise you kid to give so much more than I get, yeah
I just haven’t met you yet.

I just haven’t met you yet,
Oh, promise you kid,
To give so much more than I get.

I said love love love love love love love…..
I just haven’t met you yet
Love love love …..
So doy day ay ay ay, ay ay yeah
I just haven’t met you yet!

In the past, whenever I didn’t feel like blogging, I used to post music. Convenient, right? Right. But lately that domain has been taken over by twt.fm. So I think my blog is being ignored more than usual. So here goes. A beautiful song.

Michael Buble – You Don’t Know Me

You give your hand to me
Then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don’t know me

No, you don’t know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I’m just a friend
That’s all I’ve ever been
‘Cause you don’t know me

I never knew
The art of making love
Though my heart aches
With love for you
Afraid and shy
I’ve let my chance to go by
The chance that you might
Love me, too

You give your hand to me
And then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You’ll never never know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don’t know me

You give your hand to me, baby
Then you say good-bye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
No, no, you’ll never ever know
The one who loves you so
Well, you don’t know me