A 'must see' movie for morticians: "Departures" ..."A classical cellist returns to his village after losing his position in a major symphony and takes a job assisting in the Japanese ritual preparation of the dead. He keeps his work a secret at first; but finally realizes the deep spiritual fulfillment it provides him." Academy Award® Winner for Best Foreign Language Film of the year.
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wow. sorry. I guess. poor little blog, so neglected... I am back. Really. If there is anyone out there that still gets a post feed for this thing well...hello again. Let's start at the beginning of the new beginning. I am still a mortician, that did not change. My out look on this profession has not changed much either, I think it is rife with corruption, misdirection and greed. I don't do that shit so it has little bearing on me and what I do so there is that I suppose. What has changed in my world of the dismal trade is that I don't care what others do. Doing this job as a zombie (which is another thing that I believe now, I think that if a zombie attack came on, undertakers would really be the only ones that could save the earth. remember that, we may be the only hope for all of humanity in that scenario) will only serve to mess up that individual. People have choices. They can choose to be free and open and truthful or they can choose to bury their heads in convention a...
" Netson's performance was fluid and comforting. His songs felt worn but not worn out. Worn like an old preacher's bible or perfect pair of denim jeans. Beholding the original front man of Boise's psychedelic underground play his guitar as a relaxed elder statesman is a gift and a testimonial to gratitude. Watching the caustic gunslinger coax his instrument into direction is more of a conversation than it is an argument now, its genuine nature palpable and open to interpretation. I didn't stay for much of the 'headlining' act. The contrary and dissonant beginnings of Michael Scheidt's set compared to Netson were perhaps a bit too distant. I enjoy Scheidt's work, but paired with the preamble, the recital came off as a bit contrived. Obviously that's an opinion best left off the menu because this author is necessarily biased. Watching the Yob front man undertake Netson's display of craft was that of understanding and great respect. Witness...
Tonight, I savour my last evening of a week away from work. Well not quite away; I live in a flat above one of our branches but since Sunday last, I've not concerned myself with anything that could pay the rent or trouble me in a professional sense. Instead, I've indulged my base and venereal impulses, with wine and women and other such trifles that cost more than my monthly budget would strictly allow. Bear with me, please. This week, I reconciled with my troubled girlfriend and then promptly dumped her again on the friday. We've had many ups and downs in our time together. In the end it was more downs than ups, often originating from the neccesity of me having to leave her whilst 'on call'. Of course, I could argue that her sense of abandonment stems from the acrimonious loss of her father at an early age, but having to leave our shared bed at all hours over a considerable period and neccesarily devoting so much of my time to my work has some impact. I've seen...
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