IJCH - Inside JaiChai's Head
(Meaning: My Warped, Personal Opinions and Musings)
From the Author:
I am JaiChai.
And if I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you before, I'm delighted to make your acquaintance now.
I invite you to interact with everyone, learn, and have as much fun as possible!
For my returning online friends, "It's always great to see you again!"
Background: "Because $hit Happens"
This morning I decided to do research for a paper that's required for an online college course (History of Cinematography 101) that my friend "Todd" is currently enrolled in.
In two words: "$hit Happens".
Todd is a 40+ y/o man I befriended four and a half years ago.
Presently, he is going through some really tough life events (e.g., sibling died, parents are divorcing, and losing a major contract job).
Granted, he's putting up an impressive stoic facade; which probably fools all the people who really don't know him.
But I know him better than most.
And just by the way he's been uncharacteristically absentminded lately, I can tell that he's struggling under the weight of all the $hit simultaneously happening in his life right now.
For example, when I bumped into him at the market yesterday, I asked him if he needed me to proofread his paper.
He froze for a couple seconds, then blurted, "Fuck, I totally brain-farted that assignment! I haven't even started and it's due in three days. Maybe I should quit, so I can get a little of my money back? Oh Hell, I don't know."
I told him that if there's anything I can do, he needn't hesitate to contact me.
Predictably, the "never wishing to impose" Todd didn't contact me.
In my mind, with all the $hit in his life right now, I really can't blame him for totally forgetting the deadline for the paper.
Hell, I only remembered it because some of my other friends in the United States happen to be taking the same course.
So, without prompting, I did some research and prepared an outline, a proper bibliography, and easy instructions for him to follow.
It's really a no-brainer.
Just fill in each heading and subheading with an editorial style paragraph or two and "Voilà!" - instant research paper.
Eeasy peasy, no?
After putting some finishing touches on Todd's little research gift, I sent him an email inviting him to join me for a couple of beers later.
The plan is to surprise him with the the research material tonight at the local restobar.
I can't wait to see the look on his face when that happens.
Here was his reply:
"Dude! So glad you asked. I could really use a beer and bullshit session with ya. Don't worry. I won't turn it into a psychoanalysis session, Dr. Freud. See you soon, bro. And thanks a lot, buddy."
I replied back with:
"Dude! At least you could've said "Frankl" instead of "Freud". Lol!"
[Warning: Tangent Incoming]
For many reasons, when it comes to psychotherapy, I am partial to Dr. Frankl's Logotherapy instead of Dr. Freud's Psychoanalysis.
Unlike Freud's "repression releasing" Psychoanalysis, Logotherapy is based on existential analysis.
There are many other differences between them. But discussing them is far beyond the scope of this post (and my expertise).
But in a simplified "laymen's nutshell", think of Psychoanalysis as the type of psychotherapy primarily focused on the "will to pleasure"; while Logotherapy deals more with the "will to meaning".
For me, I believe that Frankl's method is much more pragmatic; while, in my non-professional, Jarhead opinion, most of Freud's stuff is just a pile of sexual voo-doo.
"So, how is your relationship with your mother?
[End of Tangent]
OK, back on topic.
Earlier today, while in "red hot research-bloodhound hyper-mode", I came across these videos.
Somehow, they made me pause, halt the frantic activity for a few minutes, and simply enjoy their cleverly entertaining theme:
"Iconic entertainers from the Golden Age of Musical Cinema dancing to modern music!"
Surprisingly, I began feeling a whole lot better than just moments before; relaxed, refreshed, recharged, and well, just plain happier about my lot in life.
Of course, all of this is inherently subjective; and therefore, very difficult to describe in objective terms.
Nevertheless, feeling it vice observing it doesn't make it any less real to those who experience it.
What is this "it"?
The best I can do is submit my father's ironically non-scientific, double entendre name for it.
[Oh no! Not another f*ckin' Side-Bar!]
My late father was a poor Asian minister-turned-high level governmental shrink for the U.S. Veteran's Administration.
In spite of - or maybe "because of" - that and his genius level intellect, he was always easy going, humble, and very quick-witted.
In the countless jokes and funny stories he told me when I was young resided many valuable lessons of life.
But I've found that those lessons only reveal themselves to me when the time is right; meaning, I'm truly ready to "see" them.
Hell, even at 56+ years old, I'm still deciphering the things he said when I was a kid; only to discover yet another one of my father's well planted wisdom bombs!
[End of Side-Bar]
My father called this phenomena, this sudden awareness of well-being "A Spontaneous Brain Smile".
Anyway, without further adieu, here's the videos for your viewing pleasure.
Enjoy your Brain Smile.
"Rita Hayworth Is Stayin' Alive"
And here's a fitting tribute to the real-life inspiration for Michael Jackson's choreography.
"Fred Astaire Dancing to Michael Jackson's Smooth criminal."
Over Fred Astaire’s fireplace in Beverly Hills is a yellowed MGM interoffice studio memo—souvenir of the dancer’s first screen test.
Dated 1933 and sent by the testing director to his superior, it reads:
“Fred Astaire. Can’t act. Slightly bald. Can dance a little.” —J. Z. in Cue
May you and yours be well and love life today.
Really Appreciate You Stopping By.
Truly hope to see you again!
About the Author
Believing that school was too boring, he dropped out of High School early; only to earn an AA, BS and MBA in less than 4 years much later in life – while working full-time as a Navy/Marine Corps Medic.
In spite of a fear of heights and deep water, he performed high altitude, free-fall parachute jumps and hazardous diving ops in deep, open ocean water.
After 24 years of active duty, he retired in Asia.
Since then, he's been a full-time, single papa and actively pursuing his varied passions (Writing, Disruptive Technology, Computer Science and Cryptocurrency - plus more hobbies too boring or bizarre for most folk).
He lives on an island paradise with his teenage daughter, longtime girlfriend and three dogs.
"My mind was a terrible thing to waste..." - JaiChai