During these current harsh times, people really need to start working together. Gone are the days of “every man for himself” and “I don’t care about anyone else as long as I get mine”. These types of selfish attitudes will get one nowhere. Huge corporations and other relentless beings are beating us down to a pulp, closing our businesses, enforcing lockdowns, and oppressing us with endless restrictions. Artists that have a purpose and an important message to tell, need to team up with other artists and technical people, and create awesome works together.
The Way Back (2010) is a long sad excruciating film about six men who escape a Soviet gulag and traverse the harsh Siberian wilderness for months on foot in their quest for freedom. It is based on a book written in 1956 by former Polish prisoner of war Sławomir Rawicz. Some say that it is not an entirely true story. But it is still an incredible story of survival displaying the perseverance of the human spirit, which is not easily subdued.
Rambo - Last Blood begins kind of slowly and gradually picks up quite a bit and drags your entire helpless body across the sharp pavement with the force of a military-spec Humvee; and I’m not even exaggerating here, this movie is really that fucking brutal! It’s an hour and thirty minutes long, and in that time you will feel the intensity and passion of a man who has nothing left to lose. A man who makes his last stand against evil-doers. Against people who exist above the law, who need someone like Rambo to come along and stick a razor-sharp hunting-knife deep between their good-for-nothing ribs…
Recently I watched both of the most recently made Kong films, and in this post I’m going to attempt to decipher their esoteric symbolism. I wouldn’t necessarily recommend watching either of these movies (in many ways they’re actually very painful for me to watch) but you know behind all the wild CGI effects and totally unbelievable action sequences there’s some messages there, I believe. Otherwise, some of Hollywood’s highest paid actors (like Jack Black, Naomi Watts, Samuel L. Jackson, John Goodman, and many others) and directors wouldn’t have gotten involved with the project… They’re trying to tell us something - Let’s find out what it is!
Long, long, long ago there was a big, big bang, but it wasn’t an explosion of destruction, like an atomic blast that devastated everything in its path, no, it was an explosion of light, love, consciousness, physics, geometry, mathematics, order and divinity. The explosive light shone with a profound luminosity bringing forth a warm, sacred, life-giving glow to all that it came in contact with.
We’ve seen those soft, delicate, subtle artforms that can move us with a few sweeps of a brush, or a soothing, melodic tune, producing tranquility, bringing us to a peaceful state of mind almost instantly... warm tones and gracious beauty... the arts that come to mind being painting, sculpture, poetry, music, dance, and so on… But what about those wild emotions that exist deep in our core? Should we suppress these feelings, and allow them to stay dormant in us for time immemorial? Or can we display power through our art, and simultaneously perform a type of releasing self-therapy?
The snow began to fall, the lights began to shine, the great festivities to celebrate the end of the year were about to begin... Christmas was right around the corner, and the little girl felt as if she had everything that she needed on a personal level but she knew that there was still much lacking in the world. There were too many problems and too much overall uncertainty.
When traveling it’s good to do so with a purpose. We each have our own personal goals and interests, these should hopefully lead us to a place where we cultivate inner growth, rather than cultivating our next shot of dopamine or adrenaline, which are sought after by many, but mostly only serve us temporarily... God will not necessarily give you the same type of thrill that you may feel if you were skydiving off of Mount Everest without any pants on, but He can show you insights and sparks of wisdom, universal truths and lessons that you can take with you for the rest of your days. So, I’m not going to discourage you from living life to the extreme and having all kinds of wild adventures.
Ever since the chariot was invented, people have been waiting on the side of the road, asking those chariot owners for a ride; thus hitchhiking was born... Hitchhiking is a good option for young backpackers who are adventurous and not afraid to meet new strange people. In this post, I’ll explain how you can become one of the best hitchhikers in the world. Let’s do this!
Hobart really does have it all. The world’s cleanest air, quirky museums, bustling markets, picturesque villages, delectable cuisines, pristine beaches, and history. Our weeklong trip to Hobart was a whirlwind of fun and everything else this place has to offer. Even though we were there in the middle of a Total Fire Ban week, we were able to do everything on our list (and a couple more). We reached Hobart on the evening of 24 January. Much of our first evening was spent navigating the roads of Hobart to get to our Airbnb home. A couple of wrong turns, steep inclines, extremely helpful out-of-town strangers and a startled Kangaroo later,
I’m really not into the bucket list style of traveling. Many folks create random lists of things they feel they need to do in order to be complete and fulfilled in life... Instead of living day by day and seizing each moment as it comes, they plan months or even years ahead. Their list becomes a serious mission. Friends, family, acquaintances, dogs, cats, everybody must step aside as these individuals check off each activity from their list: Visiting the Taj Mahal - check Scuba diving with dolphins - check Shaking a famous football players hand - check
“Sir, Sir, wake up, this is important!” Christian was standing above me, vigorously shaking my shoulders. “What! What the hell are you talking about? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a nap here!” “Sir, I know this is your precious nap time, but look at this letter that just came in. I’ll read it to you.” I sat up from my cot which was set up behind the lab, carefully making sure my privates were covered with the blanket. I used to go in there to nap after lunchtime, or to nod off hangovers. “Okay then, read the damned thing. Then I’m going back to sleep!”
“I’m tired and hungry. We’ve been walking for three days now!” “It doesn't matter. Have many more days to hike, so better move the faster, otherwise will torture you.” “I told you. They won't lay a finger on me. I’m a genius. Do you know what a fucking genius is? It means I’m smarter than all these bastards. Although, I still don’t know exactly how their machines work. We don't have those in my country. It must be some hydraulic robotic tech equipped with motion sensors. I haven't really worked with robots before. Of course, I understand the theories behind it, but I'm more of a chemist and I do dabble in biology, from time to time...”
I've been wandering these mean city streets for years. Taking taxis, riding packed buses, going to parties, shopping, bargaining, living and eating like the locals do, so this is my little guide to help you when you arrive. Please, let me know if you have any questions, let's begin! Bogota is the capital of Colombia, South America. It’s the fourth largest city of Latin America; home to more than 8 million people. The weather is pleasant. It’s not very hot due to its high altitude.