Every year I set out to enjoy a minimum of 100 never-before-seen movies. Below is the third quarter of film viewed in 2019. Despite a lengthy parade of 4 star flicks, just one film, Joker, earned the prestigious 5-star rating.
Every year I set out to enjoy a minimum of 100 never-before-seen movies. Below is the first quarter of film viewed in 2019. In this cavalcade of cinema, just one film earned five coveted stars: Booksmart.
No need for pictures, no need for jazzy text, just a…
thank you universe all everyone and everything contained within for allowing me to have such an amazing year. May glory continue for all!
PS: Do I really have to be 38 years old?
Simply put, I don’t play video games. Let’s just say my hand and eye coordination has been needing a visit to the repair shop since birth. While I did get sucked into the addiction-filled vacuum of simulation and real time strategy games such as Roller Coaster Tycoon and Starcraft, I have since not permitted my adult self to get trapped into the habit loop of video game’s meaningless (in my opinion) reward system. However, sometimes you just gotta light up, and it’s even more addicting when it’s with your wife.
So her and I rocked Super Mario World for over three hours. We clearly need to up our game, but it was a nice chance to just let the simple pleasures of video games create guilt-ridden adrenaline rushes. But listen Mr. Super Nintendo, I’m going to be thinking about you for awhile now, but it’s best if I resist. Game off.
The highlight of the day was visiting the Australian Office Taiwan (the equivalent of an embassy) for a seminar on preparing students for the future as well as highlighting how Australian universities support their international students.
I get a kick out of visiting embassies. Maybe it’s the security and glass windows as thick as milkshakes. I’m not sure, but all I know is I like them, a lot.
At first I was afraid I would struggle to pay attention for the 2 hour session, but when everyone has a cool Aussie accent, it’s just pure enjoyment. I could listen to my new mates talk forever.
As a bonus, I ate the tiniest cheeseburger I have ever seen. (Disclaimer: the photo is larger than the actual burger)
Sometimes a dude just needs to make himself and his lady a meana$$ sandwich. Meatballs for the win. Yeah and a nice side of asparagus too.
Boy did this day take a turn for the best.
It began with the promise of disaster as it was my last day to file for taxes in Taiwan, and I dreaded to discover the amount I owed. My work computer also decided that it needed to sluggishly remix itself.
With the altruistic assistance of talented colleagues, I was able to square away my debt to the government. Thankfully it was a mere fragment of what I feared it would be. #victory
That’s all it took…
Ever drive in the middle of nowhere and you’re desperate for a good tune on the radio? Then you find a FM dial that may be slightly off but you can still make out the song, and you let it play. This is how I have felt for most of the past few years.
Not today. Someone. Somewhere. Turned my dial to the right frequency. I became myself again. Quirky. Confident. Random. Bold.
I miss people looking at me like I’m on drugs. #highonlife
Apparently my 37-year-old out-of-shape body couldn’t handle the awesomeness and I quickly crashed asleep after work. But…. even in sleep I had the right frequency as I was treated to a rare happy ending in my dream that woke me up feeling reborn.
Truth be told nothing “amazing” happened tonight, but it didn’t need to. I was on the right frequency, in tune with the moment, synergizing with the world around me.
My iPod obviously relished my demeanour and spoke to me through conveniently worded lyrics.
I’ll be a dreamer ’til the day I die
But they say oh, how the good die young
But we’re all strange
And maybe we don’t wanna change
Even subpar fried chicken known as Jipai (chicken steak, popular in Taiwan) was a slab of sublime succulence. You can’t go wrong with fried chicken. Sure American’s will stereotype blacks for loving fried chicken. Of course they do. But who doesn’t though? Sorry vegans. If you’re going to embrace the horror of predatory eating you might as well soak it in a vat of fatty grease. #Yum
We were the underdogs
Pure at heart
A million times the fool
Got nothing to lose
Between each bite, I continued my journey through Robert Olen Butler’s Intercourse, a flash-fiction collection of stream-of-consciousnesses of couples mid-intimacy. While Butler creates inventive mediums for his narratives, such as his collection Severance, which shares the thoughts of historical figures just as they are beheaded, his prose has left me underwhelmed. Not tonight. Of the five entries I scoured, they each left a powerful impression. Either introducing me to the late exiled boxer Jack Johnson, or the bittersweet loss of Hemingway’s suitcase of juvenilia.
I want to live, I want to give
I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold
I also met a celebrity…
Donald Trump’s Taiwanese Twin Brother
In the wee, wee hours, your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers gon’ lead me to my baby
I’ve made it a daily habit to indulge at least one comic. Today’s treat was issue four of Joshua Wiliamson and Riley Rossmos’s Death Bed. After a surprisingly action packed opener, this 6-issue miniseries tapered off into irrelevancy. This issue though was pure 5-star brilliance with each panel smoothly capturing the soul of the main characters. I haven’t read such a subtle punch of graphic narrative since Tom King and Mitch Gerad’s Batman #23 when Swamp-Thing visits his Gotham to see his slain father.
Didn’t wanna feel like it was all just filler
There’s also a new croissant place at the neighboring Mitsui Outlet Mall, and apparently it’s good enough for Taiwanese citizens to embark in their favorite pasttime: waiting in line. I don’t mind a long queue, but there better be warm-watered pirates, 999 happy haunts, or 100+ foot drop at the end of a long line. Tonight though, the line miraculously vanished, so I secured some of these “treasured” sweetly adorned pastries. #yumthesequel
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the middle of my head
Well folks, that’s all me write.
Song Lyrics:
When you’re a curious kid at heart, sometimes playing school principal can be a challenge. You are representing more than yourself, and professionalism, maturity, and clarity must blanket all that you do. Though sometimes, there is a chance to let your true self shine. When penning the principal’s letter for the 2018 yearbook, I first ventured to our inaugural edition from last year and I was stunned by what I read. At first glance, it’s what you expected a principal to say. That’s the problem. It could have been penned by anyone. Well not this year. I opted to give this paper made time machine a taste of my creativity. Instead of directly highlighting our new teachers and student accomplishments, I embraced the art of metaphor and wrote the letter as if our school was a legion of warriors on a quest for greatness. It wasn’t until I was able to sneak in the words “masters of the universe” did I truly feel at peace with myself. A pop culture reference from my ’80s childhood, now that’s winning. He-Man would have been proud.
There’s always the risk of things going wrong on a field trip. Not today. Our 2nd annual Science Zoo trip was an overall success, thanks in part to our lead organizer, support staff, the teacher chaperones, and the 63 students who decided to behave themselves.
In addition, it’s true that you learn something new everyday.
BONUS PHOTO: New Item at McDonald’s: Shake Shake Chicken with Seaweed Seasoning
The seasoning is still too salty, and the “chicken balls” are quite odd. Verdict: Pass (as in NO THANKS)
They say you can’t win everyday. But also the saying “no pain no gain” is also true. With this in mind, then what is winning in the game life? How about improvement?
Despite the myriad of challenges at work, and a handful of our executive members up until 1:00 a.m. discussing and deliberating, it was another step closer to the bigger picture.
“Doing it, and doing it well!”
Stephen "Crave" Cravak
