Every death in A Song of Ice and Fire
well during the “near death experience” I felt for several moments an “out of body experience” — though I dislike both these colloquial terms as they’re not all that accurate and evoke clichés not germane to an actual experience of this kind.
Essentially, by “consciousness beyond the brain,” meant the very real possibility for an experiential self beyond what if provided and accounted for by the chemistry of the brain itself — some other level of perception or seeming selfhood beyond what is as yet understood, or perhaps which is not understandable. This may all seem a bit new-agey and ridiculous especially for somebody like me usually resistant to any sort pseudo-scientific philosophy — of course you’ll often hear of people having life-changing perspective-altering events influence their view, though I’m not sure I’d lump myself in that category here. There is, though, real science beyond some of these thoughts and ideas — that extreme anxiety/pain can cause a flood of brain activity leading to a strange or abnormal perception or “hallucination.” There have even been cases of cardiac patients in hospitals who while momentarily scientifically “dead” with no measurable brain activity as we know it were able sense and remember something happening in the room, and recount it later when revived.
Trailer: ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel' - March 7
Written and directed by Wes Anderson, starring Saoirse Ronan, Ralph Fiennes, Edward Norton, Willem Dafoe, Jude Law, Owen Wilson, Lea Sydoux, Bill Murray, Adrien Brody, Tilda Swinton, Jason Schwartzman, F Murray Abraham, Tom Wilkinson, Harvey Keitel and Bob Balaban.
Despite what the trailer might have you believe, this movie is actually about the afterlife and what happens to Tom Wilkinson’s character’s eternal soul after The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel
I drew this forever ago, enjoy.
“The artist’s head, his face showing signs of illness and fixed with an impassive expression, appears to be floating above his hand as it grips a skull-topped cane, a symbol of his impending death. The simple composition (with elements protruding from a tomb-like darkness) and brutal honesty of the work make this photograph one of Mapplethorpe’s greatest achievements.”
Curator Paul Martineau reflecting on Mapplethorpe for Day Without Art, held every year on December 1 to raise awareness about the devastating impact of AIDS on our cultural life.
Self-Portrait, 1988, Robert Mapplethorpe. Platinum print, 23 1/8 x 19 in. Jointly acquired by The J. Paul Getty Trust and the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Partial gift of The Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation; partial purchase with funds provided by The J. Paul Getty Trust and the David Geffen Foundation. © Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation
so far, so good.
from the actual verified Twitter feed of former baseball player and alleged steroid user Jose Canseco.
WTF JOSE CANSECO?!?!?!?
Some lines of verse from the inimitable Jonathan Mann, the associated song & video, and a picture he just posted with a caption alluding the song. He’s such a good songwriter, and given his “Song A Day” project, naturally prolific in volume and breadth of subject manner. I had the pleasure of watching him work in the summer of ‘11 and even added a keyboard line or two to a few songs as well as some of my characteristically bad singing. (see the link in this blog’s description)
Everybody dies alone,
But the consequences of this might slightly overblown—
Modern science doesn’t know, and religion just forget it,
No one knows where you go when breathe your final breath. It means:
No one knows where you go,
Could be a big empty room
OR A LOUD CROWDED ROCK SHOW!!!!
You die alone, oh yes
But a second after that is anybody’s guess…..
I hate being alone
I hate being alone
I hate being alone
Oh, I hate bein’ alone.
Everybody Dies Alone http://instagr.am/p/JcaD7IkGlv/