easy as korean
last night, my two brothers were watching a korean movie without subtitles. they were laughing as if they could understand every word said. now that's what i call an effective movie.
in one of my meetings this morning, the "manager at my beck and call" was like my brothers laughing along with the inside jokes, nodding to the cues and insinuations as if she could understand everything. she almost fell off her chair when i said she could edit one of the three audio visual presentations i've to do. my boss, let's call her mother goose, was very worried when she found out i tasked the "manager salivating after my brilliance" to execute one of the AVP's. but mother, i'm not tearing out her marshmallow world. not yet.
but enough about work. my friend who's got a bicycle between her legs (she'd kill me for this irreverence) would agree. life is not about corporate slavery. it is about spending halloween drinking vodka mudshake at a girlfriend's house, talking teary-eyed sometimes, gasping for breath from giggles the next about past loves and the sweet horrors of what could have been. it is about falling asleep in airplanes on the way to a great weekend. it is being dressed up in a lilac gown, hair down, walking like a goddess into a room of men amazed at the rare blessing given them. their gasps, music to the ears. it is being young, brave and strong. it is raising expectations and purposefully breaking hearts. it is not caring whether the audience understands the plot or not.
in one of my meetings this morning, the "manager at my beck and call" was like my brothers laughing along with the inside jokes, nodding to the cues and insinuations as if she could understand everything. she almost fell off her chair when i said she could edit one of the three audio visual presentations i've to do. my boss, let's call her mother goose, was very worried when she found out i tasked the "manager salivating after my brilliance" to execute one of the AVP's. but mother, i'm not tearing out her marshmallow world. not yet.
but enough about work. my friend who's got a bicycle between her legs (she'd kill me for this irreverence) would agree. life is not about corporate slavery. it is about spending halloween drinking vodka mudshake at a girlfriend's house, talking teary-eyed sometimes, gasping for breath from giggles the next about past loves and the sweet horrors of what could have been. it is about falling asleep in airplanes on the way to a great weekend. it is being dressed up in a lilac gown, hair down, walking like a goddess into a room of men amazed at the rare blessing given them. their gasps, music to the ears. it is being young, brave and strong. it is raising expectations and purposefully breaking hearts. it is not caring whether the audience understands the plot or not.
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the five high points of this post:
1) that you notice a bike, and not a man, between my legs
2) that a marshmallow world exists
3) that vodka mudshake is now in ready-to-drink bottles
4) that the audience will either understand the plot OR not, and
5) that heart-breaking is still an unrecognized industry
yup!feed on broken hearts. i just had a light bulb moment. that we do not really break hearts (according to stephen king, hearts are unbreakable, they only bend), we break egos. ouch!
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