One infatuation I had in high school was MTV2. They’d show energetic rock music videos with creative editing techniques that fascinated me enough to venture out of my shell and attend the real life equivalents. Some bands needed to hide behind fast-paced editing or close-ups. Pennywise didn’t have the most energetic live performance of the year, though the rowdy Friday night bar scene reminded me of those visceral music videos of the early 2000s, by bands like A Perfect Circle, Linkin Park, and System of a Down.
Hell or High Water is more than a mere distraction on a quiet Saturday afternoon and yet doesn’t have staying power. We follow two brothers, smart Toby and reckless Tanner, as they stumble through a series of bank robberies. Toby is a failed family man working toward a better future and Tanner sees no future while seemingly working toward failure. They’re hitting small time banks and covering their tracks well enough that the big cheese new guard is not interested. Who is?
An offensive smell bombarded the Goodwill Outlet store. Part of the morning duties for the front-end staff involve spraying down the halls. Catching a good whiff can bring me back to my back-end work for competitor Value Village where I’d jump into trailers to salvage donations, receive donations, and clean. I can’t tell you how many destroyed jigsaw puzzles I swept into the trash. At least one per week, if not daily, because the box wasn’t taped or it fell apart. So that smell was probably the result of a stinker causing this humble piece of pop culture to explode.
Quick haul post.
How can I remain content and motivated in the rat race? How can I keep this excited state of contentment that tends to happen for me between accepting a new job and some months after starting the new job? I just quit my job and got another. So many people I’ve met are miserable, or subconsciously miserable, and I don’t want to keep in that content-misery cycle. How can I surpass that? Those were some of my questions going into the sensory deprivation chamber.
I was unhappy. To reference Csikszentmihalyi‘s Flow Model, I’d fallen from flow at work and into constant anxiety with destructive apathy. The mental challenge was gone. My brain was rotting away. I know myself well enough to know that this leads to bad behavior. Friday morning exploded. The details of the catalytic moment could have one thousand variations. It was at this spot, before I took this photograph, that I realized something needed to change. The four-hour float tank session I’d scheduled for the next morning couldn’t have been better scheduled to help me figure out what I needed to do.
My favorite pair of shoes are falling apart. They’re past the point of looking professional, and I wanted to repair and customize them, so got this crazy multi-purpose adhesive to try out. I couldn’t sleep two nights ago… so I got the worse shoe, the glue, and learned what not to do. Halfway through, with a hand sticky from glue, a box I did find to prop up the shoe. Another coat of glue and I realized what I should do. Put together a formal glue toolbox and post with further ado.