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Hi! My name is, Arslan. I like to write mEssays (Meme/Essay) using the knowledge I've gathered through the years in Education, Work, Experience & Popular Culture. Mostly Experience. I am a bit of a Mystic. All views/opinions expressed here are mine and to be exclusively taken as tongue in cheek.

A personal messay on Interstellar & The Martian.

A messay is a fusion between an essay and a meme. As South Park teaches us, essays are usually for  your ese’s but a mEssay; well a messay allows one to express their individuality creatively, like Messi.

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Since I watched The Martian, I been verbally spewing around me on how the film compares to Interstellar. The similarities and the differences. Now that both The Martian & Interstellar are out on blu-ray. It seems fair to personally compare the two films.

While some may sense a certain bias towards one of the two films I discuss, I boldly claim that I have been as fair as my moral compass allows. Determined! To present my interpretations with a fairness akin to a Marxist doctrine. Not quite like Karl Marx’s manifesto per se, but rather, a collective mixture of the three archetypal personalities of the Marx Brothers; Groucho, Chico and Harpo in particular.


I’m watching The Martian and the beginning is hooking me in. Right around when Matt Damon is dramatically left stranded and abandoned on Mars. Assumed dead by his team. Shortly, we discover that he is alive, and the film descends into a survivalist Tom Hanks Cast Away in Mars type scenario. Needless to say, the following events of the film gradually lost my piqued interest.

Interstellar, interestingly, has a character befalling the same faith as The Martian. But, instead of Mars, dude is abandoned on a planet resembling water world.

vlcsnap-2016-05-19-21h50m03s223.png(Low-key hoping for Christopher Nolan’s: Aquaman).

Thing is, I walked into both films with an expectation to see some aliens or something sci-fi-ish. I walked away from Interstellar with an obsessive curiosity for synchronicity, consciousness, love as a ‘fact, and parapsychology.

Whereas I walked away from The Martian fretting the idea of eating potatoes and listening to disco music for the rest of my life.


The Martian began promisingly; The early suspense confirmed my anticipation of Matt Damon channelling  Jason Bourne to mess up some effin aliens! But, not even a hint of extraterrestrials were sensed throughout the film… Naively, my expectations were built on director Ridley Scott who directed sci-fi classic Alien (1979), a film considered by Roger Ebert to be ‘one of the most influential action films of the modern era’.

So halfway through The Martian when I found the film dry in the action department but raining in the nerd department, I realised I was bamboozled by the marketing materials of both films and in the case of The Martian, I should of looked up the book before venturing into the cinema.


Interstellar’s narrative on the other hand, teased the audience throughout the film with aliens. Aliens may even be benevolent beings; Contrary, to the violent imagery popularised by H.G Wells and/or franchises like the Predator & Alien films. The alien antagonist stereotypes have been prevailing in storytelling for some time. Extraterrestrials, immigrants, etc… 

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Interstellar is set in the not so distant dystopian future where humanity is destined to doom. Earth’s habitable environment, little by little deteriorating, oxygen steadily turning into dust and food crops perishing. Feminism en-route to overthrow Patriarchy, it’s all very grim.


Children for the most part in Interstellar’s plot are only allowed to study farming . As luxury subjects like liberal arts won’t be saving the human race from extinction. So, ex NASA pilot turned farmer, Cooper (Matthew McConaughey), looks to farming to provide for his family. The funny coincidence is Matt Damon farmed shit on Mars like the whole film. Literally, with his own shit.



The alluded aliens in Interstellar are suggested from the get-go. Matt McCon, told straight up *Michael Caine voice* ‘”they” placed a wormhole for us to travel through’. ‘Alright, alright al… wait

vlcsnap-2015-10-15-01h17m54s185Interstellar’s elaborate Science took the audience further. Ghosts were thrown into the mix. “Who you gon call”?

vlcsnap-2015-10-21-00h06m23s205Interstellar’s speculations on ‘ghosts’ and aliens were suggested from the ethos of NASA, disarming any kind of dawkinite thinking while adding an authoritative edge to the narrative. Seriously if NASA drops a press con tmr saying ‘Sorry folks, ghosts actually exist and aliens from planet Nibiru about to touch down this December’… What would we collectively do?

vlcsnap-2015-10-21-00h17m23s181Now, with the low down on Interstellar. The Martian is basically a dramatised documentary film. A Mars edition of Man vs Wild crossover with BBC botany, with special guest narrator, Good Will Hunting.

‘The Martian’ is based on a best-selling novel. If you have not read the book like I haven’t, I should warn you that I got duped into thinking The Martian would be a film where Matt Damon wards off a Martian race of vicious acid blooded aliens, something Sigourney Weaver had to deal with in 79. But, there’s no Martians in this flick titled  ‘The Martian’. There is a dude named Watney (Matt Damon) who claims to be a Martian (slash pirate slash botanist) but if you expecting to see some space action, you won’t find much here.



My sense of humour as it ages gets darker, sarcastic, but not nonsensical (yet?). On the other hand, something meant to be obviously funny I find obviously annoying. I myself am quite annoying, hahahaha. where r u going??

For a stress inducing survival film like The Martian, the jokes did lightened the mood. Like a lecturer telling jokes in between power-point slides on Mikhael Baktain and The Grotesque. The jokes supplied breaks from Watney’s dire situation. One joke in particular was rather annoying. A joke butting on Melissa Lewis’s (Jessica Chastain) taste in music (disco jams), which irritates The F! Outta Watney (Matt Damon) who is stuck on Mars with her mixtape on repeat. Joke feels repetitive almost immediately. It’s like you lucky you have anything in Mars! Joke already got annoying the second time Matt Damon glared sarcastically into the camera (while Donna Summer’s Hot Stuff was playing)





We get it, you vape… I mean, you don’t like disco music…


Another staged laugh stage to me was when Chinese NASA appeared. Choruses of laughter coursed through the cinema when Chinese NASA appeared on screen. Perhaps because I watched The Martian in Hong Kong? I remember chuckling to myself just at the sheer reaction to Chinese NASA! I don’t know if watching The Martian say, in Moscow? Would of evoked such a reaction?


Interstellar in comparison, did not have many que to laughter moments, the tone of the film was  seriously set from the beginning. The humour lightened the mood naturally. The humour was present in a subtler form. The idea that an A.I. can exchange witticisms with Matthew McConaughey is pretty damn funny. To me at least.

In a generalised nutshell, the humour in interstellar is subtler whereas The Martian? it’s good old fashioned American in your face humour.



I scoffed my scone when I read a pattern of critics pontificating interstellar too ‘sciencey’ to understand. Really? how is a film that has aliens and ghosts in the plot be deemed ‘too sciencey’ is beyond me. In the age of reality television and scientism dominated discourses, it is daring storytelling sure, but, not sciency. Interstellar took a chance with 5th dimensional beings, ghosts and possible aliens! The Martian, slammed all the Narnia doors shut, sealed it with cling film & nerd-shamed anyone who didn’t follow the casual science-dropping.


Personally, the breakdown of science in interstellar is far easier comprehended than The Martian. The explanation of relativity was straightforward as can be. For example, Interstellar’s science tells you straight up, 1 hour in water world equals 7 years back on earth. A wormhole lets you travel beyond dimensions of space & time. Time is bendable, stretchable but it can’t go backwards; unless, maybe, you a 5th dimensional being but no one knows what that is.

The Martian talks to you like you should already know how to make water from condensation and a breast pump. Or which radioactive rocks keep you warm on a cold chilly night, or how easy it is to use cling film to repair whole space habitats.

Despite the science in Interstellar being explained by their on-screen characters, film critics pontificated Interstellar too hard to follow, because of its science…

Prepare to zone out like you in kindergarten class for The Martian folks, because, unless you internalised all your sciences at an elementary age, none of the casual science dropping will make sense to you.  Sure, The Martian is much more ‘scientifically realistic’ than Interstellar. But, a very realistic film does not make an entertaining film. (Just how many folks watch Big Brother on the live 24 hour stream?)

Would you believe The Martian received a Golden Globe for best Comedy? Look it up. I can’t even make that up. One of the reasons I was prompted to write this comparison.

On a side note, in the Martian, Matt Damon survives on potatoes. In interstellar, he looks like a potato. What kind of conspiracy is this?



Hands down!  The Interstellar crew is ballsier of the two crews. Even though, the two contexts of the films are completely different and should somewhat dictate character motivations. But, if I had to chose a squad for a Hunger Games type tournament I would choose the Interstellar squad, every time.

In Interstellar, the crew is the last gasp of hope for humanity, if they fail; humanity goes extinct. The Martiancrew are on a safety first basis to collect data from Mars…

With the two contexts of the film side by side. It still jumps at you to question the courageousness of the The Martians crew lead by Melissa Lewis (Jessica Chastain). She straight up abandons Matt Damon, after displaying some poor leadership skills in the opening scenes of the film. Upon discovering Watney’s survival on Mars, she reasons to follow protocol and NOT head back to save private Ryan. Reasoning that Matt Damon a space florist anyways, not like he’s crucial to the team. It ain’t part of protocol, safety first and we been ordered to go back to earth first…

Cooper in Interstellar, chased an exploding mother-ship (The Endurance) with the aim of impossibly docking the smaller spaceship (The Ranger) to perhaps stabilise the Endurance. Battling G-Forces that could knock Cooper out and with the pressure of humanities survival on the shoulders of him and Anne Hathaway, in a galaxy far far away, thanks to the incompetence of Dr.Mann (Matt Damon).

Feminism overthrows Patriarchy in Interstellar; the theme plays throughout the film. It seems if  Matt Damon and Michael Caine’s character personify traditional patriarchy. Jess Chastain’s brand of Feminism along with Dr.Brand (Anne Hathaway) is what really ensures the survival of the human race in the film.  

The Martian’s characters can be excused with the fact that their context was no where near as intense as Interstellar. Bravery would logically be exchanged for prudence, which of course would be safe and wise; but, it will also be very Boring. The most daring act in The Martian was skipping a safety procedure on an un-manned space craft, bruh. 

Besides the docking scene, Interstellar’s Murph (Jess Chastain) burns down seemingly the last crop of food available to mankind in a gamble,to get inside her childhood bedroom to perhaps communicate with a ghost… a Fucking ghost b! (And folks called Interstellar too sciencey!) To figure out how she can solve the equation of gravity and save the folks on earth.

The unwillingness to act outside of procedure in the Martian, gets boring and rather frustrating if you are an action/suspense film enthusiast.


Let’s be honest. Hans Zimmer slaughtered this ish. He bodied the soundtrack. He literally suffocated then resurrected the sounds-waves heard in Interstellar. When I found out the organ used for Interstellar’s main theme was in fact blessed and holy in itself  (The Church Organ of Temple church, Central London), it blew my mind!

Nolan himself said:

“They [Zimmer & his team] really wanted the church organ and I also made a case, very strongly for some feeling of religiosity even if the film isn’t religious… they [The organ & architecture of the church] represent mankind’s attempt to portray the mystical and the metaphysical of what’s beyond us”.

When I discovered the instrument used for the main theme in Interstellar was a magnificent Church organ, it was not surprising to realise that the music evoked such transcending responses. The music is without a doubt one of the main drivers of the film along with captivating visuals and of course superb acting. Without Hans Zimmer slaying the ish out of the soundtrack though, the film could of been a lot less memorable.

What’s the music in the Martian??


Interstellar is better la


Bruce Lee inspired Linearity & Cyclical debate

When I first encountered Bruce Lee’s ‘Be Water’ philosophy circa 2002-2003, the internet was just beginning to buzz. Pre-social media times of course, (younger generation fathom a world without smart phones and WiFi). I was clowning Bruce Lee’s accent the whole time listening to the interview cos you know… what’s funnier than English spoken in a Chinese accent? To a Non-Chinese, Cantonese speaking 15 year old brown boy like me, it was ridiculously funny. Oblivious to Lee’s message of course, more than a decade later I stumble on the Bruce Lee interview again, this time round it was an amazing trip.

Listening to the interview in 2015  (without the giggles, mind you), it blew my mind. Bruce Lee’s message:

‘To be formless, like water. Water can flow or it can crash. You put water into the cup it becomes the cup, you put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot, be water my friend ;)’


This blew me the frruck away this time. It was so simple, how could I not recognize that the human body is largely water, I must be able to form into any situation with the right mindset. What about all that stuff about the beautiful things sound waves do to water? if I am water, there must be a sort of fluidity of influence caused by my thoughts alone? Bruce Lee fascinates me because he mastered the physical world without question, yet, here was a guy who mastered the symbolic world as well; I would have to whack my head to find other similar intellectuals like him (Genghis Khan??)

Bruce Lee suffered a well documented reoccurring back injury that bothered him throughout his life (sorta like Ronaldo with his knee), until one day he aggravated it so much that he was to be bed ridden for six months. While Lee was unable to train his physical body, he became restless from the inaction that he set upon himself to train the biggest muscle in his body, the FACE! (It’s Always Sunny pun) nah, his brain. He studied like his livelihood depended on it (docs told Lee he may not be able to kick again). Lee hit the books hard. Studying motivational psychology, philosophy, metaphysics, relgious texts, Alan Watts, Krishnamurti, Lao Tzu … etc dude was hitting them books hard! Lee motivated himself to understand the symbolic universe on top of his knowledge of the physical world which he was familiar and dominant in. Bruce was no average Joe.

During the bed ridden period Lee had his enlightenment and so to speak ‘awakening’. He saw through the matrix and decided to change the mold of his stereotype as the kung fu man from China in Hollywood, to utilize his influence in a more positive way. He started promoting Taoism and Oriental philosophies, in his movies and to his peers in his personal life. Lee started pointing out the similarities in western and eastern philosophies and the universal truths that ought to unite humans, not divide them. He even stated after this period that he ‘did not believe in different ways of fighting anymore; for example, the English way of fighting or the Chinese way of fighting. It was all the Human way of fighting to him now’.

After recovering from the injury Lee didn’t take purely action roles any more, (Hollywood back then probably didn’t want Bruce Lee to be anything more than a stereotype. God forbid an intellectually influential person on the scene, he already befriended many elite Hollywood influencers like Steve McQueen, James Coburn…etc).

Lee started to spread positivism like most ‘awaken’ people do. It is people like Lee who create that spark in society that would bring about something of a positive changing revolution. (Funny how influential figures who champion for positive change usually get robbed from earth early, Tupac, JFK, MLK, Malcolm X, Benazir Bhutto, River Phoenix, Kurt Cobain, Mike Jackson,… who else?)

What grabbed me via Lee  this time round was the whole linearity & cyclical debate. I acknowledged that I myself had been conditioned to operate on a linear mode of thinking. So in mid 2014 I set upon the task to adapt to a  more cyclical mode of thinking, and perhaps to favour it. Hearing Bruce Lee talk again reminded me that I never really embraced the non-linear style of thought growing up. Which led me to ponder, is life more likely to be a bunch of linear chronological events? Or is it a cyclical mess?


But then again did I really have a choice?


I feel IF the population of earth adjusts to a cyclical thought pattern over the linear pattern (which is drilled into folks all over the common wealth countries during the education years) Earth would be a lot more friendly and pleasant place to be in. Cyclical thought is usually at odds with Corporate thought or philosophies which are largely chronological and linear. Linear thought encourages the individual growing up to embrace concepts like atheism, skepticism, scientism more readily at the expense of Spirituality & Religion. Yet, the elite of the world believe in spirituality, isnt that some sort of funny circle? Hell, most of them believe in occult magick. Yet ask an average Joe and he will tell you religion, spirituality and magick is bollocks (thanks to corporate media, who runs it though?).


The first intellectual that fascinated me was Leo Da Vinci  during my first years at uni. I would hand copy some of his fables and maxims into the bottom of my notebooks. He was  extraordinarily ahead of his time, in some manner like Bruce Lee. I started noticing a pattern that most people with transcending views were ahead of their contemporary’s time. Einstein, Freud, Jung, Nietzsche, Arsistotle, Plato, James Joyce, Marshal McLuhan, Sartre, Foucault, Lacan, Tesla list is near endless. Most of their contemporaries didn’t understand them, laughed at them (like me laughing at Bruce Lee’s accent). Because of their unusual and un-graspable philosophies, these figures were seen to be rather eccentric to their contemporaries, which just makes me think change can only come about if you can convince your contemporaries; otherwise they are just good ideas that never really manifest … perhaps someone in position of influence should carry them out?


I find it important to look back at some of the influential figures who were fortunate enough to leave behind a legacy for us to study from. As I am approaching a wordcount, I am going to sign off with quotes from Marshal McLuhan from the audio version of The Medium Is The Massage (which illustrates well how the linear modes of thinking have been subconsciously influencing us):

“Every new technology creates a new environment in which men live and work. Printing extended the emphasis upon linearity. It fostered and encouraged a fragmenting process, a process of specialism and of detachment. A habit of thinking in bits and parts, and step by step. The technology of the alphabet and of moveable type, printing, predisposed us to think and act in certain ways. The alphabet is a construct of fragmented bits and parts which have no semantic meaning in themselves, and which must be strung together in a line, bead-like, and in a prescribed order. Its use fostered and encouraged the habit of perceiving all environment in visual and spatial terms—particularly in terms of a space and of a time that are uniform, c,o,n,t,i,n,u,o,u,s and c-o-n-n-e-c-t-e-d. Printing completely changed everything. It changed what men thought of themselves, how they behaved towards each other, it changed systems of government. And so on and so on and so on. — Printing technology confirmed and extended the new visual stress. It provided the first uniformly repeatable commodity, the first assembly line—mass production. It created the portable book, which men could read in privacy and in isolation from others. Man could now inspire—and conspire.”


Lifestyle & Consumer Culture – Regulating the Body with ‘Taste’.

I was in a lifestyle consumer culture lecture at Nottingham Trent circa 2009/2010 when a bloke named Stephen Mennel was cited as someone who had done considerable work on the study of diets through the lens of anthropology and sociology. Going through my notebooks I attributed a quote to Mennel, ‘The trend towards increased self control is a result of a broader civilizing process.’

The Civilizing Process’, is a ground-breaking piece of work in the field of figurational sociology done by German-Jewish sociologist Norbert Elias, the book purports [in general terms] that human beings have been systematically civilized with the use of language & ‘mannerisms’ from the dark ages up to the 1900’s. One can argue that today, technology is employed in the civilizing process, à la Brave New World style.

What Elias lays out is that all which is considered ‘normal’ has been dictated by the financial elite and/or royal elite since the dark ages, to shape the ‘civility’ of today. Yo! Remember when Heath Ledger’s Joker sort of touched on this in The Dark Knight?

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Following Elias’s logic, since the monkey days of Space Odyssey 2001, there has been a system of influence trickled down from the top of a triangular pyramid scheme structure, trickling down pre-approved codes of civilized behaviours down to the lesser ‘important’ monkeys, serving the top while enslaving the bottom to present to you The Matrix.

Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey. aka The Ultimate Trip.
Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey. aka The Ultimate Trip.
Doesn't necessarily look like this irl
Doesn’t necessarily look like this irl

Following Elias (the way I interpret it) the civilizing process created laws to minimize acts of violence, rape and so forth. Ultimately though (as commie and Marxist as I sound) these codes of ethics allowed capitalism to flourish. You can’t do business with someone who wants to kill you and take your business any ways. So rules were created to ‘civilize’ the increasing number of uncontrollable homo sapiens experiencing evolution. Machiavelli dropped ‘The Prince’ in 1531 which became the holy grail of a guidance book for western rulers all round; how to keep the public under the rule of thumb. Aldous Huxley dropped dime when he prophesied the rulers of today would be a group of elite oligarchs. They will replace the popes and spirituality with the velocity of Scientism.

I swear its not! haha
I’m just saying man – Josh Brolin in Inherent Vice- Playing a hippie hating cop chewed and thoroughly engineered by the system.

But back to Menell, who focuses on the anthropological, sociological constitutions of diets, Mennell outlined that one’s diet is dictated by class & gender, I have some vague notes that according to Mennell obesity is sometimes read as the inability to control your own body and anorexia is seen as the opposite; therefore eating habits seem to be normalised through the civilizing process, in some cases  Obesity = a failure to self control, Anorexia = a fail to self control. Pierre Bordieu who stays true to the mammalian primitive nature of man, feels moderation + restraint are associated with bourgeois practices. That the upper classes are more prone to regulate a healthy diet which then dictates the diet trends for the rest of the masses.

Susan Bordo a feminist philosopher (it’s a thing) believes, – contemporary rejection of the traditional feminine body is associated with the maternal domestic figure. Hips, Stomach, Breasts. The maternal image is con-temporarily replaced by a feminine body fit for the masculine workplace. The lean feminine body signifies an identification with the traditional values of masculinity. Bordo suggests there is a sense of empowerment experienced from rejecting the association between femininity and domesticity. To reach the ‘Ideal’ of female slenderness becomes more pervasive through identification with female empowerment. Atkins Diet I noted enabled a masculine-ization of diet for both sexes.

The preoccupation with Fat/Slenderness is one of the ‘normalizing’ mechanisms through which modern societies are regulated. For example, Fat programs make people compare themselves and ignite a debate of social discourse vs. media discourse. Systems of control stay preying on individual insecurities it’s kind of sad sometimes.

I relate the theories and suggestions of Bordo, Bordieu, Menell & Elias to the Yin & Yang symbology, personally speaking of course. I now believe that there is no straight or gay, there is only grey. Nothing is set in stone. What I ponder is how the influence of the ‘ideal’ body reaches the masses. The social engineering that influences taste, diet, sexual behaviours as well as lifestyle choices, I feel the “Concept of Cool” plays a big part in this. I will do something on this soon… The Concept of ‘Cool’ that is.

Trying to keep my word-count below 1k So signing off with a paragraph from Menell’s Taste, Culture & History.



First, can we say that ‘taste’ is a human universal, that the capacity to discriminate between foods on the basis of social preferences has existed ever since the emergence of Homo Sapiens, when the human species was not numerous and existed only in small foraging bands? Yes, probably, in one sense. It has been noted that no human group in normal times eats everything of potential nutritional value that is available to it in its environment. Earthworms, for instance, must be among the most widely distributed of edible fauna, but I don’t know of any human group – apart from Britain’s SAS special forces – where they are a normal and preferred item of diet. Mary Douglas was probably right in arguing that ‘each individual, by cultural training, enters a sensory world that is presegmented and prejudged for him’ (1972: 62). The propensity for humans to make patterned classifications of foods is probably universal, and of course Claude Lévi-Strauss sought to show that distinctions between the raw, the cooked and the rotten played a fundamental part in the structure of thought.

Rust Cohle’s Mirror Interpreted via Roger Sperry & Carl Jung

“I Know Who I Am”­ – Interpreting Rust Cohle’s Coin Sized Mirror via Roger Sperry & Carl Jung.

Before I start breaking down why Rust has a coin sized mirror and nothing bigger. We need to talk about Roger Sperry and his split brain experiments which landed him a Nobel Prize for Medicine/Physiology in 1981 .

We all have two brain hemispheres. Left and right, which are connected by the corpus callosum, a bridge that connects the two hemispheres.

Our right hemisphere controls the left side of our body and the left hemisphere controls the right side of our body.

corpus callosum

Roger Sperry conducted ‘split brain’ experiments by removing the corpus callosum. After removing the link between the two hemispheres, Sperry proceeded to test the two hemispheres independently.

What Sperry and his team found was if they covered up one side of the body after cutting the link, the results were interesting to say the least.

Some claim pseudo science but I’m like why the fuck would they give dude a noble prize? Does that mean generations of noble winners are questionable too? Who created this Mickey Mouse propaganda prize anyways?

I drift, so after removing the corpus callosum (the link that exchanges information between the two hemispheres) and covering the whole left body, eye patch and all, Sperry studied each hemisphere independently.

The right side of the body (which is controlled by the left hemisphere),could name an object such as a pencil and the right hand could write down what it was but the test subject could not verbally explain what the object was used for.

Whereas, left hand and eye (controlled by the right hemisphere), the patient could verbally explain and demonstrate its use but could not name the object.

Sperry did more studies that further proved to him that thoughts are localised in different sides of the brain. Either right or left.

What this showed Sperry was that there are two modes of thought, Verbal and Non Verbal. I interpret verbal and non verbal to Intellectual and Instinctual.

Keep up; I am going to time travel forward on some Back to the Future ish.

Contemporary society at large is left brained (yes, a mass generalisation) so most constructed identities you see in the urban capitalistic city environment are left brained Identities/Personalities. Imagine the opposite of a money driven capitalistic society, Bingo! an anthropological primitive but predominantly right brained society (generalised to prove a point again); a friend recently returned from Cambodia and most his retelling of his encounters with the locals of Cambodia sounded like he was interacting with a predominantly right brained society (generalisations galore!).

The right brain is minimally used in most social interactions due to the identity we project to others. The left brains allow people to be fake, calculated, ‘civilized’ e.g pretending to be nice when actually not. If it were not for the left brain we would never be able to construct sarcasm or cattiness or whatever the fuck it is high school girls do to psychologically annihilate their frienemies.

“Interestingly, not only are we not aware of our right brain identities, we can’t even control them! The right brain is non verbal and in touch with the unconscious, which is also non verbal. Many prominent psychologist such as Jung and Dr. Scott Peck, explain that the unconscious could be another term for the soul, or at least the window to it. Because of the crossover, our LEFT eye goes to our right brain. The left eye therefore, is literally the window to the soul and the indicator of the hidden, unmasked true self.

The right brain is non verbal and in touch with the unconsciousness or even the collective unconsciousness. While reading one of my favourite Psychiatrists Carl Jung, he convinced me that the word “Soul” can substitute the more scientific sounding, unconscious.

Therefore, when Rust says to Marty [in True Detective] “I know who I am”, what the average consumer didn’t realise was (like Marty), Rust meant he knew himself on multiple dimensions. Not just a vague ‘I know myself fooh!’

He know who he iz! (Great JC flick btw)
He know who he iz! (Great JC flick if you haven’t watched btw)

Nah, Rust truly knows himself inside out, more importantly Rust Cohle knows his Soul! This can be concluded by besides the many times he uses the word soul throughout the series.

  • The zero fucks Rust gives for superficiality and materialism as seen in his apartment and throughout the series.

    Rust's Apartment
    Rust’s Apartment
  • Rust has no TV in his apartment, only books. Plus some Irish whiskey.

    Rust's versions of a TV
    Rust’s versions of a TV
  • The only mirror Rust has is a coin sized mirror. I propose that the mirror is used as a form of meditation just as he uses the crucifix in his apartment as a form of meditation.

Martin Hart: Can I ask you something? You’re a Christian, yeah?
Rustin Cohle: No.
Martin Hart: Well, whadaya got the cross for, in your apartment?
Rustin Cohle: It’s a form of meditation.
Martin Hart: How’s that?
Rustin Cohle: I contemplate the moment in the garden; the idea of allowing your own crucifixion.

  • Rust meditating/gazing into the mirror before going undercover as Crash.
    Rust meditating before going undercover as Crash.

    Marty tryin to figure out the coin sized mirror. lols.
    Marty tryin to figure out the coin sized mirror. lols.

Basically, your soul is in your left eye… Rust out of all knows this… Man.


Addressing Sexuality, Hitherto Latent.

The views below are slans and slans only. Completley based on individual upbringing and conditioning, likes and dislikes. I oppose violence of all sorts and believe we have no need for national militaries but rather; we need a Planet Earth military, and as cheesy as it sounds, The idea of Captain Planet symbolically represents the right direction all militaries should aspire to. A military based on love that looks out for the earth’s well-being and protect it from harmful external factors. We are the internal factors on earth and instead of fighting we must unite and work together to enhance the human race and works towards a peaceful and beautiful future for earth.

What militaries should be doing.


Addresing One’s Sexuality:

Southland Tales (accurate portrayal of our future?)
Southland Tales – a dystopia LA where no one really knows their sexuality. its dali weird.

“you’re really bad at picking up chicks”

“Were you ass-raped?” – Personal favourite.

Just some of the things the female sex has said to me in the first 2 months of 2015.

Id love to shout ‘sour grapes!’ from the mountain tops but that would just further fuel the rage.

The fear of being labelled a misogynistic ass-hole as part of a witch hunt mob mentality is also something I rather avoid.

Feels like people born in the late 80’s onwards have a knee jerk reaction to crucify anyone who has anything less than positivism to say about the LGBT community.

Asking questions irl has been difficult for not being able to find a polite way to approach the subject without offending. Seems like you can only passively accept it and like the old saying goes,

‘if you dont have anything nice to say dont say anything at all’.

Well, what if you… dont? like it?.. can you explore or ask why?

I have a fascination about the sexual impulses of the human brain and how it works. Not just from the male’s side but from the female’s side too. I believe that’s why at University I picked up the gender and sexuality module to learn some more.

Reflecting now, at that time I felt the issues focused on in class were mostly about;

throughout time the LGBT community had been suppressed and it was sort of a counter culture, heteronormativity was the oppressor, feminism, Judith Butler, the burning of the bras… etc… it was focusing on an aspect of the sexuality spectrum and quite a niche one and I am guessing a minority group if that?? #firstworldproblems?

Looking back, I was a little let down with the subject matter as I wanted to explore the psychology of seduction and attraction. To really break it down. And lo and behold, I was coming from a completely heteronormative view point. Perhaps until that point (2007-2010) I had been conditioned in a heteronormative culture (which wouldn’t be difficult to prove). The brand of masculinity in the 90’s is much different to the seemingly more popular meterosexuality and androgyny brand of sexuality we see fore fronting the millenials pop culture.

I wanted to study how attraction and seduction worked because that seemed natural to me even though it was heteronormative. I was also thinking about the Nature vs Nurture concept.

I have no beef with what people do in their private lives as long as they aren’t harming anyone.

Whatever perverse fulfilment an individual has is their business and the business is not mine to comment on. Everyone has their own sexual kicks. Whatever sexual kicks (this rabbit hole is infinitely deep) an individual has is again their business and does not concern me one bit; as long as they aren’t killing anyone in some sort of sadistic fulfilment, That! I disagree with, and blood sacrifices while we’re at it, I disagree with those too.any form of non consented pleasure I am against.

If I can burrow a bit from Carl Jung’s interview with Richard Evans:

JUNG: In early childhood a character is already there. You see, a child is not born tabula rasa [Latin phrase often translated as “blank slate”] as one assumes. The child is born as a high complexity, with existing determinants that never waver through the whole life, and that give the child his character. Already, in earliest childhood, a mother recognizes the individuality of her child; and so, if you observe carefully, you see a tremendous difference, even in very small children.

These peculiarities express themselves in every way. First, the peculiarities express themselves in all childish activities—in the way he plays, in the things he is interested in. There are children who are tremendously interested in all moving things, in the movement chiefly, and in all things they see that affect the body. So they are interested in what the eyes do, what the ears do, how far you can bore into the nose with your finger, you know. They will do the same to the anus; they will do whatever they please with their genitals….


Like everyone else, I have my own personal kinks, they are heteronormative though and I am perfectly fine with that.

I feel the word ‘homophobic’ has been saturated, overused, and its become one of those words people use for the sake of using it without understanding the meaning of it. It’s one of those dismissive words just as Dave Chappelle said the word ‘crazy’ was dismissive. The word ‘homophobic’ immediately raises negative vibes and feelings by the user and the bearer. That too, I feel, has been carefully crafted into our collective conscious through the words usage in media and popular culture. From films, music, social media to the internet you name it.

That if you have any questions or doubts about the LGBT culture you must be homophobic or an un-accepting c@#t .

I like lesbian porn, Interracial, threesome with two girls… basically all my preference porn has a female present, always. That’s the sex I find arousing.

No male GBT stuff for me. But I don’t think the word homophobic applies to me because I do not mind if other people practice it and are happy with it. I guess my thing is androphobic? a gay secular? I don’t know the label really. I just don’t want male nor females nor transgenders near my butt hole (sorry no other way to express), analphobe? that would be wrong because, Yet! I have fantasized about females in that manner. Which makes me heteronormative? I suppose?


Another time I made someone curious was because I wouldn’t sympathy bang a a girl my friend set me up with, the girl fresh from a heartbreak.

Politely put, she just wasn’t my type. I cant bang a chick purely as custom or an instructional command or sympathy bang? (lest she is Jessica Alba caliber, she would get any bang she demands). Irl however, I need to be turned on, aroused, put in the mood. Certain notes have to be hit before I am in the trance for sex. The air of sadness from her heartbreak wasn’t exactly arousing… and I felt like a tool to even entertain the night, I thought I was being friendly. In retrospect I was probably being rude in leading her on…

I can identify moments that arouse me, when a female does something or exhibits a charm or quality I exhibit excitement organically.

The arousal I get now is increasingly less from the physical (unless she’s knock-out gorgeous!) but more a number of complimenting factors. The closest I can describe is a unity between beauty and grace.That is what is sensual to me and attractive, seductive. When a female has that aura, at first that aura is noticed in the physical world but when you conversate and if that aura remains the same, that I find special and rare.

Because she possess that union of beauty and grace its a balance that is rare in our over stimulated world.

Most females I encounter nowadays I’ve noticed can only hold me in one realm but scarcely on multiple realms. Which is the sort of stimulation I am seeking now. Can I blame technological determinism for a desensitisation of my sexual impulses? for over stimulating my senses? or can I blame it for conditioning the masses psyche in a particular manner? which I don’t find that attractive? or is it because I know exactly what I want in a female and the standard has been set rather high?

either way, I am happy with my sexuality.

I am at a stage of my life where I can see dualities everywhere, I aspire to be above them. Men & Women, Masculine & Feminine, Yin & Yang, Dark & Light. Straight & Gay, I appreciate all these dualities, I have also learned to accept them to all be part of the same thing. That is why I don’t mind what sexuality anyone practices as long as they are happy and healthy.

Because sexuality like a compass, has 360 degrees. My dial just lands perfectly on straight.

Pondering Death & Love (Jan 2015)

I meant to have started this Journal/Diary sooner.

Alas, I feel now would be the best time to start.

The ripe young age of 27. It is about time if you ask me.

Yes, I better start now. It has been prolonged enough.

2, January 1929, was the birth of my grandfather who was a man amongst men of all ranges.

He was the only person I saw as they say on his ‘death bed’. Until yesterday anyway, more on that later.

The doctor said my grandad had 24 hours left. so all the relatives should say their goodbyes.

When it was my turn he seemed to have gotten weaker. so I held his hand and said ‘daddy g’ in an urdu dialect.

He said something looking me in the eyes. I was standing bedside to the left of him.

He was looking me in the eyes, intently, but was also saying something that I could not make out.

It was too quiet. Or he was too weak and couldn’t speak.

Whatever it was I just couldn’t hear him. He could see the confusion on my face. So he waved me in closer, so I did.

It was still too quiet. I was worried of knocking over the tubes that were all pierced into his body and hooked to the machines.

Carefully, I leaned in with the right side of my face and leading with my right ear to hear his talking but inaudible mouth.

This moment felt much longer than I am describing now, as I leaned in to listen, just as he was about to say something. He playfully punched my face……. it was a moment that didn’t hit me til the next day. he laughed, face lit up like he was still healthy. and then he looked over to another relative as they went over to say their goodbyes, as I left the room and ward.

The magnitude of that moment hit me immediately next morning when we awoke to hear the news from the hospital by phone that he passed in his sleep. Peacefully.

But the overwhelming sadness I felt was because, I had blew it. I hadn’t said enough to him or shown him enough attention during the last few years of his life. We drifted. He was in Stoke I was in Nottingham. While I was at uni at Nottingham I visited him scarcely… When the moment came to say my goodbye to him I didn’t. I was just in awe to see him like that and was expecting him to tell me something…. I didn’t even say goodbye.

Yesterday. A dear friend of mine passed away. In retrospect. What is friendship? That is a question I don’t think anyone asks if they have a big circle of friends or acquaintances.

Sam Mun Tsai

A jam packed place like Hong Kong, emotions run high. Fast. all relationships are essentially elaborate one night stands. At the drop of a dime.

People are in abundance here. Quality is another matter. People pour out the MTR’s and KMB’s, LTR’s and what have you’s. Red cabs, Green cabs, even blue cabs, just cant replicate it enough to have yellow cabs.

The elite view the average person as pawns on a chessboard. Wither they be good or evil. Let that be pondered by the critical thinker.

My friend had a beautiful heart that complimented his brain. Perhaps from the renaissance period. He reached a moment or understanding in his life that led him to completely hate violence of all sorts. Limited in his own way, he was terribly misunderstood. He didnt do much to help the misunderstanding or rectify it in an easy manner.

But, he always spoke from the heart.

A goodhearted, kind soul. He loved his cats and his grandmother, his parents.

They say, you only argue the hardest with the ones you love the most. And perhaps that interaction of shouting or rubbing each other the wrong way is part of a relationship that isn’t like friendships you see on TV or pop culture.

Afterall, that is Fiction.

To make you like the show, so you keep going back, while they implant idealistic ideas of drinking coffee at coffee shops with your friends, or working for particular brands, a sense of entitlement, but, each person who wants that, has their own individual version of how their relationships should play out, and when some people don’t fit into their ideals they shun them.

No one can get ahead if they are 100% pure. All white. the Yin and Yang symbol has a balance of white and black. Too much of either is an over abundance and it will overflow. There must be a balance. Just as our earth maintains a perfect balance for us to even be.  That connection, of the perfect balance of conditions for us to exist, to breathe and etcetera should be made and linked to how we lead a natural, happy and good life. With balance.

The moment someone has no intent in talking to you or even responding you with any real emotion. What is the point? where is the investment? its not always pleasant. A beautiful girl said this the other day. She is so beautiful. serene. She said.

‘dont be silly. life isnt about positive feelings. we’d be lying to ourselves if we thought that lol’. It was comforting.

Yet, I know this world has seen a history of people obsessed with idealism and not dealing with reality.

I believe in creating the perfect illusion of positivism where the glass is over flowing with positivity. Just so they are happy. I am Happy.

I believe it when Tesla said that the secrets of the Universe lay in vibrations, energy and frequencies. I am a positive source of all that. Or Ideally, I aspire to be.

I know of all the souls on the planet there is one for me. and even if there isnt one, there will be another one. Such is the cyclical nature of our beautiful universe. Whatever you let your mind ponder on, it will keep you there. If you keep it flowing. it Will keep flowing. Just embrace it.

I am lucky that the spot my friend used to hang out so much at is right around my neighbourhood. I will be spending more time in the woods and near the sea to honour you my friend. Rest in Peace.

I love you Daddy G you were the only father figure from the family, I know you are watching me.

Tai Mei Tukimage