Don't Think Again

Lately, some changes have been happening in my life. I can't say that this is the first time this has come to pass, and I've also had other stronger and more dramatic so-called spikes of change. Anyway, one thing that caught my eye a couple of minutes ago is that language is such an important part of what shapes one's reality. On one hand, this might seem like another petty masturbation-like realization that learning a new language expands your mind and your horizons. On the other, I just realized why I like to write, and this means I can start taking charge of that part of my life again. In short, writing is one of many ways to change your own outlook (both conscious and subconscious) on reality. It's a big deal. The real deal. And this realization gives me tools to steer my writing properly from now on: do you want a public or a private blog? How should you name it? How do you promote it and to whom? Writing allows me to weave threads of realit...

In short, I have my own Youtube channel (be sure to check it out). Now, I was thinking to myself how does this Youtube thing, works. Here's the deal: with TV, you don't really get to decide who's important to you or not. And don't give me that crap about ratings. Picture a scenario in which you'd have 3 handsome guys competing to be the next Brad Pitt (or whatever). They should all look pretty similar with slight differences, so one would have asian-ish eyes, the other would have european-ish hair and the third would have a italian-ish nose. So, in the end, one of these guys would yield the highest viewing rates and would be hired be the company (or show, or movie producer) with more money. What happens is that those Brad Pitt wannabe's are now going to be shoved down everybody's throat. That's how a celebrity is born. And a celebrity dies exactly when it's profitability drops lower than that of the new best thing. So what does that make me? At firs...

About a week ago, I was browsing through amazon.co.jp and trying random words. Now we all know amazon - and Google, for that matter, - try to get inside our brains and offer us stuff we'd never heard about, but that we just might like. That's how I found a book called The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists . I was never interested in Pickup, having that associated with art, even in a questionable way, got me to buy that book. And I don't regret it one bit. One of the things that make me write is the fact that, while you're reading me, you're basically in my reality, inside my head. You may not agree. Heck, you may not even like it, but there's something absolutely amazing and awful about the possibility. You can get into someone's life without having to go through the trouble of actually doing anything. I'm not talking about a way to dodge laziness, but about a way to do all sorts of nasty deeds without even feeling remorseful about i...