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5/25/2015

Working on another novel I will probably never bring myself to publish, I've glazed over plenty of guides on the human brain. Neurosynapsis, hormone production and what it means, under developed per-frontal lobs and over evolved adrenal glands.

Take my word, the second you start researching the chemical side of love you will never look at the wife, girlfriend or that cute girl you have merely exchanged glances with the same way again, suddenly it is all chemical, it's all explainable. Suddenly it's meaningless, it's explainable, the whole idea of other fish in the sea becomes surreal (and sadly, justified). Without giving anyone a reason to be depressed, if we are bags of meat and chemicals, then what does it matter who we're around, why we are so picky when it comes to friendships and relationships? If the curtains are lifted and we're all the same stuff, then where's the magic in romance?

It almost screams at you to give up.

The hundreds of thousands, if not millions of variables between diet to digestion to nutrient consumption to hormone production to facial expression and beyond... It almost begs to be asked, what is the point?

But then again, no two see anything the exact same way. Maybe I'm just ruined. But before you go, I'd like you remind you, you're still as individual as you can possibly be, just like everyone else.

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When Silence is in the hands of a master

5/25/2015

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Connective Tissue, you look at one thing and drag into the realm of another, we see one thing while creative people see another. In this case I've reverted back to a five year old and worked my way forward. I suggest you do too. Those with too much cynicism best avoid this post.

It's sleight of hand. Not exactly something you can perform without at least a few years of studious practice under your belt. In several instances of the video, you can see the trick being played out, the palming of the ball in the first half of the video and the Minor with the cup in the second half. This guy does everything but "Ring in a Cooler". There's a few others that could be credited as close calls, but then again, we want to look at this as a five year old. Why? Why toss away all our small, subliminal misinterpretations and give into the power of suggestion?

Because it's more fun. Did you really believe spiderman was real? No. But if you sat through that movie without constantly reminding yourself that it's all just CGI and actors.

In this case there's something a little different I take away. There are two plain and obvious aspects of this performance that I cannot get over. First the early morning look of a man who just climbed out of bed and forgot to shave (a drug issue? Breaking up his girl? Psychosis?), and the resournding action of his reality, which we as the audience guy into with a series of balls and a cup. There's a performance art which sweeps over this little demonstration, and it has literally no dialogue, though I found the audiences vocalic to fit the emotions of the moments. Second, The shear talent, not just in the illusion but in how it's carried out. Like I said, if you've ever sincerely looked into magic, or even just have a keen eye, you'll see the palming, you'll see the distractions of distance. Maybe this is because of camera position. hard to say since there isn't another video. But the astounding subject here, for me at least, is his ability to incorporate it, and ultimately, tell the story.

You've done much the same thing. At one point or another you've told a story, kept something secret, sent someone who you might actually care about the wrong signals. I'm fascinated by this not because it's an optical illusion, but by the very narrative, as I pointed out above, in which this guy suggests without so much as grunting a syllable.

Teller of Penn and Teller, the world renown magic duo, remains silent for most of his acts because, he believes, it's far more intimate. Click here to see what the hell I'm referring to.

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Missing Magic

When Silence is in the hands of a master

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