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Comedians, the modern philosopher

I've always had large part in my heart for comedy. Doing it, appreciating it, seeing different kinds of it--everything. So It shouldn't be a surprise when I say that I've tried to analyze why before. Not just the structure, timing and pacing of what makes a good joke good and a bad joke bad but so much more. I commonly think of them as philosopher's of our time with a little background in psychology. They take situations and ask "why?" they ponder it aloud with the audience to question: people, events motives and much more. The answers aren't always important but the journey to find them are always enjoyable. Hoping you get a good comedian. They'll analyze a person a thing with the common thoughts that everyone else experiences for those few seconds but they're able to articulate in detail about it--speculate.

I've been called out on my uncanny ability to make loop holes in my arguments but I think that's fine depending on the situation. Why is the most useless question people can ask themselves. Why did this tragedy happen, why did my car get stolen? It doesn't change the situation but people demand an explanation. So yes in those situations why is the most useless question you could ask. But that doesn't stop it from being my favorite in every other situation.

the last laugh,

Sam E.

Comedy stylings

Image collage part 2

Image collage

Days go By

Creativity

Everyone aspired to be creative, or should. To create something from your mind and make it come to fruition is the most rewarding thing you can do as a human. Some people create beautiful sonata's, ballets, speeches or even jokes. None better than the other, just different. There's a time to laugh and a time to cry. I like to feel creative, it's when I really feel alive. Not in the traditional sense, I'm no painter but I can find joy in making music, making a comic book or even writing a really good essay. Something that I can be proud in, something that'll make me proud of myself. Even these two 24 hour quite signs I feel like I could really do something with, I guess we'll see. Where will I find that feeling of rewarding creativity next? I feel so accomplished whenever it happens. I was the hurt one not long ago and strangely that put me in a position of power. Impotent power. But now I'm the one doing the hurting and I don't feel powerful at all, I'm seeking approval. It's probably a metaphor for real life, hurting someone never makes you better, if anything it hurts you just as much. Turn the other cheek. The weak can never forgive--forgiveness is an attribute of the strong.

Moving Mountains,

Sam E.

Wonderwall lyrics

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now

Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Today was gonna be the day?
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now

And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall

I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after an
You're my wonderwall

Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me

And Dance

Here's to the Night...

Sitting here on the last Thursday of the semester....with my roomie, just hanging out. About to go to sleep, I had some fun last night though. Studied psych today, twice and went to class. I had it blow up in my face, I don't know how much she knew but she definitely knew something. I couldn't defend myself completely but I knew I should have told her. At the same time she was at fault. I don't want to make this a topic of discussion for days. it's not worth it. There's no room change I could do right now but hopefully it'll be found out by then. I'm not running away from something, I'm running to something. I don't know completely what it is yet but I surely want to find something new. This class is almost over but I have my internship coming up.


pondering,

Sam E.

Hiroshige Utagawa Uikyo-e Mishima sketch

Mishima Japan part 3

Japan part 2

Japan part 1

Facing Finality

When things are done, they're done. Sometimes Finality can be bad, the loss of something or someone knowing that it will never happen again. Other times it's refreshing, knowing that you'll never have to face a bad situation like that again. I'm conflicted now--the finality of breaking up, of realizing that someone is no longer mine, even if I was the one that initiated it. But a loss isn't immobilizing, I've already experienced the worst one I could have. This is nothing in comparison to it. That doesn't stop it from stinging a little bit. But then I'll realize that I have a better girl, that everything happens for a reason and I'm better off this way. I made up my mind and I'm sticking to it. I just took a final, I really like PB.

off,

Sam E.

Greek Video

New York Heritage

Turkey Video project

Forgiveness

We're told to turn the other cheek and forgive one and other when someone trespasses you. I agree with these things completely but it they're being put to the test lately. Each and every one of them. Ghandi said two things that really resonate with me..."The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." and "Hate the sin, love the sinner" The ideas I've grasped and clung to so feverishly, ones that aren't my own, one that I've held in esteem to the person I am. Now that I've written the idea now I feel so much more comfortable. Like everything is put out into the open, at least for me. And now I want to embrace this challenge of myself, of my person. I have the fear that if confronted I might give into my desire. But how does that make me any different from him? I don't think it does and I want to separate myself from those negative actions. I have to rise above that. All pain comes form attachment and once the attachment is severed so the pan will go with it.

wising up,

Sam E.

Deception

So many things are involved in deception, mainly negative ones. Pride and attachment come to mind predominantly. I've been deceived, my pride has been damaged and now my attachment becomes apparent. I have to question myself and somethings. Why am I attached? Is it fondness or just plain routine? I know I wasn't happy with her, I know all the faults but I can't helped feeling hurt, something that was once mine is mine no longer. The fact that I gave someone my trust, without thinking twice and they went back on it. Looked me in the face, shook my hand and did the exact opposite of he said. Enough about the negative, I'm the person who succeeds over that. I've been through worse. Like a phoneix rising from the flames, from adversity and from pain. Normal people would do this or that in my situation but I'm not normal, my emotional awareness my discipline and everything else that I am...strength. Can't be stopped or immobilized by this, I'm better than that and this! I know who I am and everything is within the power of my mind, my attitude towards life is the most important decision I could make. Remember:

You are,

Sam Anzer

Image ideas

Made this for my aunt for her birthday.

Friday

I bought my ticket to Japan. I guess this means I'm going, to another country, for a month, by myself. When it's put like that it seems daunting and kinda scary. But I have nothing to lose...except money, but not even really. A money problem isn't a problem at all, just a matter of moving it from one place to the other or getting more of it. Putting more hours in. Speaking of, I really need a job. Badly. Some sort of income is really needed. I want to work, I want to have many different jobs so I could have more character and stories when I grow older to tell my children about. I realized I'm living vicariously for my unborn son when before I was living to make my mom proud. I wonder if I still am, I know I still am actually but my ephemeral and finite mind isn't able to grasp that concept. I want in. I want out.

I don't know,

Sam E.