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Michael Cera

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St. Vincent

having trouble seeing the flash animation?

After receiving several questions regarding the profile picture process I decided to publish a short guide.

1. Pump some sound that exemplifies the current mood
2. Open Photo Booth
3. Option-click like mad 50+ times
4. Delete like mad 49+ times
5. Upload and walk away

(walking away allows for two mental reevaluations as well as one additional upload if deemed appropriate)

01. Paris Is Burning by St. Vincent
02. Now, Now by St. Vincent
03. All My Stars Aligned by St. Vincent
04. Landmines by St. Vincent

/sigh. I’ve been asked to vacate by my landlord. They are trying to sell the condo and I guess it’s easier to do without tenants. I’m not really attached to the apartment but they are trying to keep my deposits / advanced rents. My legal advisor has informed me that the landlords actions are not only unfair.. but illegal. I’m contemplating a counter-sue. /jk.. I think..

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d;

“Eloisa to Abelard” by Alexander Pope

Great success!

The Ring Two (2005)

Tonight I watched the sequel to the film which has caused me the most terror in this lifetime. Maybe it has something to do age / company / caulescent-intellectual-prowess (>_>), but this one just didn’t get to me.

I would like to discuss, tho, the impact that it wrought upon my relaxation. Over the past couple months I have developed a state of mind to which I can turn in moments of anxiety. The response is near instinctual these days. I feel an onset of panic- my body relaxes- I begin a routine of deep breathing.

About half way through the film it occurred to me that it may not be the best idea to apply this relaxation towards intentional horror situations. I had to work hard to achieve this state and I’m slightly scared of it losing efficacy due to wasted use on self-induced fear.

I think of it like a puddle. Meditation adds to the water level. Anxiety provoking situations slowly drain my reservoir. I’m just worried I’m wasting it on something needless.. hmm, maybe there’s a better way to think of it..

While I was moving my stuff back to provo I lost one (1) of my sandals. I’ve spent the last couple days carrying my lone foot-piece around in hopes that the one in my possession would somehow guide me to its missing counterpart.

So I was walking out to my vehicle yesterday (across the street in the Y-lot) when I felt a nearly undetectable draw towards the underground parking garage. What should I find huddled in the corner but my lost friend (is friend too strong a word? hmm, at least a friend of a friend). I’m happy.

I hate to brag, but I’ve had about 90% reduction in scar tissue after only four sessions :)