And for that I had put
"I need to believe that something extraordinary is possible"Which of course was something that I needed to believe at that point in my life.
Of course looking back at it, nothing extraordinary happened with my life then. It was all quite very much worse than ordinary.
But that doesn't matter. Yes, I believe that something extraordinary is possible. Even if the odds are less than a bit of a percent, that is possibility.
Sometimes when we do probability, as a joke, I say that the probability of something is "3".
Well, at least I think it's funny.
.
.
Just as funny as these tangents.
So I googled that quote, found the movie A Beautiful Mind, decided that hey, it's only 12am, I got the whole of tomorrow to write my latin essay, I feel like watching this movie again, it was pretty good. Conveniently enough, someone uploaded the whole thing to youtube in january 2012. I remember in year 10 I spent ages trying to find the end of the movie on youtube as we hadn't finished watching it before it was time for year 11 (I don't like going on those other dodgy websites to watch movies because of fear).
Anyway, if anyone else remembers the movie, please watch this part.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btIVPQeZG18&feature=player_detailpage#t=2994s
5 seconds.
"Notice how the birds don't fly off"
It's little touches like that that make things art.
I remember Mrs Clarke (yr5/6)said something like "I like art that has all of these little details that you can appreciate" while commenting on my drawing. I don't remember, but it was like a house. And I'm pretty bad at drawing. So I didn't really have good shading and impressionist stylez, but I still had all of these little details on and around the house. A cluster of ferns here, a butterfly there, a tiny forest in the distance - all intricately (yet unskillfully) drawn. I don't know where that drawing went. I wish I had it here.I don't know where the wooden galah that I painted the underside gold which flaps whenever wind blows on it went. All I remember is that it was hanging outside for a while, and weathering got to it, and much of the paint had faded away. Like two years ago. I guess it rotted away sometime last year.
I don't like throwing things away. I've written that here too many times. old clothes. Old things. Broken engineering wind turbines. I've written this here too many times.
I've mentioned tangents here too many times.
The thought of a brilliant mind limited by its own weakness always troubled me.
Not because I think that that's me - I'm limited by the perceptions that society has given me.
Anyway, on my first watch of the movie I think I had no idea what was going on. I didn't understand the dialogue, as far as I know they were saying things which were probably of significance, but I was just listening to the voices, not interpretting the words. I guess that's why movies like that and say Dead Poet's Society didn't make much sense on the first watch. My mind was geared to watching action movies explosions comedy the simpson's slapstick humour. Non of this meaningful dialogue registered in my head.
But now I'm a bit less completely utterly stupid, so I can appreciate meaningful things like this movie.
so yeah, I decided I would have time today to write an essay, then I went to parramatta today, came back and decided to write a blog post, and now it's 11:30, so...
I guess I have half an hour to write the essay, and then I have to watch another movie.
Only 11 and a bit weeks left.
Only 4 months. 4 months.
i have several subway cookies and the whole night and morning to waste.
holidays are great. .
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