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Aomame: Why are you unable to explain it?

The Leader: It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

from 1Q84, by Haruki Murakami

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For all of you still trying to bury the truth of your high school marching band geek-dom,  know there’s a future in being a member of one of the hardest working, ground breaking ensemble bands around. . . .

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If #CloudCult Feel Good Ghosts isn't in your music library it's incomplete. Their latest, Love, continues to carry FGG's torch. This is music made for people watching on city streets, perfect moments of solace and to untangle the clutter of another day's quagmire.

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Film,like art,can suspend both our belief and disbelief in glimpses at our various selves; Discover, rediscover and change – #CloudAtlas

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Tran Anh Hung (Anh Hung Tran) and Haruki Murakami

These two men created small islands in the ocean of my perspective that continues to influence the resonance of every ripple.

When a subject like this comes along the part of me that's a writer suddenly hears a flood of all the best words echoing in their mind. Mastery, transcendent, luminary, visionary, they'd all be honest depictions of both of these monumental figures in modern art. Mr. Murakami has written riveting novels like Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, Sputnik Sweetheart and the compendium of introspective civility The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

We suspected he was a genius early on with A Wild Sheep Chase but when he bounded from Hard Boiled Wonderland to Norwegian Wood as naturally as lacing up a favorite pair of trainers we knew that his grasp of literary conveyance was brilliance. To read both and then consider the type of person that wrote them is to realize that to him many of the things that keep our humanity stitched together are just another slide to be fitted into his microscope. If you've read the bulk of his work you begin to appreciate that he's looking at life with a cat's eye while we clumsily stumble through a darkness. The honor is that he shares this with us as a willing partner of an endless quest. To english audiences begin with A Wild Sheep Chase if it doesn't seem like your sort of thing after about 40 pages put it down, but keep it close. Get a copy of Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World and prepare to be a little different in 400 pages.

I have far less to say about Anh Hung Tran. When considering his body of work, The Scent of Green Papaya, Cyclo, The Vertical Ray of the Sun, I Come with the Rain, I suddenly miss places I've never been. Before screening his work I fear for lack of breath, curiosity and exhilaration command every blink and dilation. His work occupies the perfect balance between script and cinema. Languages I'll never know hold me hostage with a deep rooted understanding of his characters and their dramas. Never before have films seemed to pass straight through me leaving and indelible imprint on – my – character.

If ever there were a film and story to embrace, accepting whomever it required to become in order to realize and appreciate it's brilliance it's Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood by Tran Anh Hung.

originally written on Jan 6, 2012

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Begging to be Over Regulated

This is gonna be short. There's a basic concept of applied ethics that considers the maturation of society and its concert with civility. Some consider it acculturation some think of it as pure ethics, but for the sake of this brief post neither matter.

The problem you want to concern yourself with is how conscientious you are of how your behavior might offend other people. If the culture you call your own develops a new advent to its methods or policy, be reasonable, cautiously approach the potentials of this new ground so that people can adapt and affable limits can become etiquette.

But leave it to americans to be rude, arrogant, neophytes. Like so may children they go bounding into the field trampling flowers, weeds and crops alike. It so often seems like the only congruity in this culture is the belief that individual freedom implies the acceptance of inadvertent dominion.

To exemplify this assertion I present you with Hemp Tycoon by Adult Swim Games on Facebook. The sheer brash arrogance of this just screams "we know no limits, no decency, no decorum, chastise us with legislative condemnation". How stupid can you get. I mean you'd really have to be looking at life through a soda straw to not anticipate the multiple levels of apathy and error here. I'll spare you the philosophical nuance and suggest that it's along the lines of putting prozac in the water supply.

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