Random Thought Of The Day: Pulp Fiction – What’s In The Briefcase

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

For anyone who has ever seen what is arguably Quentin Tarantino’s best film to date, Pulp Fiction, one question above all remains poised above their heads. No, I’m not talking about the fate of Butch or whatever becomes of Jules, interesting as those particulars may be. You know damn well I am talking about the briefcase.

I’ll keep this fairly short, but I set about thinking of what exactly could be so incredibly important to someone of Marsellus Wallace’s stature and arrived at some conclusions. Given that Wallace is a mob boss, it might seem that the case would be filled with cash – perhaps a payment due him. However if that were so, it wouldn’t be particularly critical that the audience be kept in suspense as to the case’s contents. Likewise, if it were some other asset with a monetary value (e.g. diamonds, jewlery, stock/bond certificates, etc.) it would actually be a disservice to the characterization of Wallace that the briefcase’s contents are not shared with the audience. With the case containing some type of liquid asset, it would be abundantly clear that Wallace was a man about his money with no exception.  So NO, the briefcase does not hold money, jewelry, or anything with a typical monetary value, because if it did we would know.

Other theories posit the contents of the briefcase as Marsellus Wallace’s soul or an embodiment of violence itself. Interesting, but, NO. There is nothing mystical or magical inside the briefcase, and we aren’t here to dissect the film from an abstract standpoint.

“So what the f-*BEEP*-k is it?!?!?!?”

Is what you’re probably shouting at me, with your big wonderful brain all the way across the interwebs over there.

The answer is simpler than you would think.

The briefcase in Pulp Fiction belonging to Marsellus Wallace contains a passport kit. Think about that.

What I mean by passport kit is one or more passports legally (but shadily) obtained in Wallace’ name, that would grant him unconditional citizenship and access to a number of countries/territories outside of the good old U.S. of A. As well as perhaps some (sufficient but ultimately insignificant) amount of currency to match each passport, and any other legal documents he may require to establish himself as a legitimate citizen of another nation. Like I said, think about it.

On the surface this wouldn’t exactly seem like anything all that special; however, for people like Marsellus Wallace money isn’t an end but rather a means to an end. His true goal would be freedom, power and access to resources, in exponentially greater amounts. While Wallace is a powerful underground figure in L.A. and his influence likely reaches some distance beyond the city, he’s ultimately a zakko; a small fry. Greater access to resources and freedom of movement would allow him to transcend his current status level and become a more powerful figure on a larger stage.

I could continue to break this whole idea down further, but I won’t. Suffice it to say that if Marsellus Wallace is half as sharp as he ought to be, greater access in an increasingly global world would be his priority in order to transcend his status as an L.A. crime boss and become a global shadow figure.

Ok, I’m tired of explaining, you go on and tease out the rest of it on your own. Go on, I trust you, you got this. Remember, this was only a random thought, stop acting like I’m supposed to lay it all out nice and clean every damn time. I write what I want. Eat it.

-Namakemono

Random Thought Of The Day: What’s The Point Of It All?

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

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There are times when the deepest pocket of the furthest corner of the darkest hole in the thick of the belly of the middle of nowhere is just not far-gone enough.

So what then? Call the whole thing off, so to speak? After all, distance and disconnect mean nothing to a dead man.

No, one can never call death a true victory. There is no pleasure in death. No relief. No peace. There is only a never-ending nothing, a void bereft of absolution, and death is absolutely irrelevant if one desires only this.

There are still pleasures to be had, even in this all-too-imperfect pocket. The smell of a long blade of grass snapped in two; the perfect feeling of the sun on your face in that split second before the warmth becomes overwhelming; that slight chill that runs through your body as a pressure shift precedes a storm.

The pain that develops in your ears from sound waves too loud to ever be safe. The dull, persistent stinging in your eyes that comes from staring at everything which captivates you. The stupor induced by a sleep that has ended far too soon.

Et al.

Live for these. Seek them out, and allow them to wrap a smile onto your face. It will eventually become your default mode of expression.

When the deepest pocket of the furthest corner of the darkest hole in the thick of the belly of the middle of nowhere is simply not far-gone enough, stop running. And when you do, try to understand this one simple fact:

Your life is the extremely unlikely yet fortunate result of several coincidences coalescing. The very insignificance of your life itself is its significance. Every part of you could just as soon be space dust. Relish the fact that for a brief moment of time, instead of space dust, you happened.

-Namakemono

Random Thought Of The Day: Mute Spittah

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

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This guy is so dope, he doesn’t even need to drop a single word to blow it up. Need I say more? (Get it???? :D)

 

 

Random Thought Of The Day: You’re So Smooth

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

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That witty banter you have in your head mid-dream, which makes zero sense under a bit of light scrutiny after waking up.

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Random Thought Of The Day: Keeping Secrets

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

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A secret is a rather interesting thing when you think about it. In the simplest terms, a secret is a truth that is hidden. We all, knowingly or not, possess several that we carry around with us as we go about our daily drivel, and in many cases approach them ambivalently. “This won’t hurt anybody,” “Our little secret,” “Let’s keep this between us,” “It’s just a little white lie,” “It’s probably better not to tell;” however you like to dress it up, a secret can come in many forms.

As I sat here passing yet another sleepless night, a thought occurred to me, and shortly after it bubbled into existence, I realized I wasn’t going to share it with anyone else, which left a stinging little hole somewhere in my ego that could be glossed over, but never truly filled. Honestly, it was an insignificant thought that passed through my head as I watched Bernie Mac doing his thing on Netflix. As much as I wanted to share this in fact quite trivial (in the grand scheme) thought with anyone, the reality of doing so presented too much of an inconvenience to the carefully maintained facade that I present to the world. Which lately has become fraught with cracks.

This snowball of contemplation continued onto its next thought, which fortunately for you, I can share. I’ve understood since childhood that “freedom” is money (not in and of itself, but as a tool), which grants its possessors influence, which in turn grants its possessors power (which is really just the ability to act unencumbered by the consequences of taking any given action). Yet this is not the only type of freedom; beyond freedom from the innate social contract which all human societies abide, there is also intellectual freedom. And while social freedom may lay beyond the reach of most of us, intellectual freedom can be earned by anyone with a strong enough desire to know the truth.

Part of this means being honest with oneself; like I said earlier, we all possess secrets, and because the thought of facing the truth can be too much to bear, we often hide from it in fear of the damage it could do to our unguarded egos. In reality, however, any damage that is to occur will, whether or not we acknowledge it. Yet a grand step towards intellectual freedom is taken once we can acknowledge, just to ourselves, that objective thing which we know to be true, ugly or no. Furthermore, in doing so, we gain the power to repair that damage and become stronger from it. Even if you never admit to another soul that you have some unflattering fault, by admitting it to yourself, you can work on that shortcoming instead of allowing it to fester. As Shakespeare famously wrote, “To thine own self be true.”

But just as this quote from Hamlet continues on, so too does the concept of intellectual freedom. Going back to the thought I had which prompted this entire reflection, we can distill this second aspect of intellectual freedom: the elimination of secrets entirely; removing the mask which we all take care to adorn before others. After I realized I would never share my thought with anyone, even though I  wanted to, it became clear that I am unnecessarily burdening myself with a weight that is stifling my growth. To be unencumbered by the truth of a matter and its sharing is a great boon to the acquisition of knowledge and maturity. It may in fact be cowardly to avoid sharing one’s true opinion simply to defend anything so frail as as that mask. In any case, the sense of peace that comes from placing confidence in one’s own positions is another step towards intellectual freedom because it allows us to glean insights in a more objective fashion. If I wasn’t so turned off by the self-imposed consequences of sharing my thought, I would be able to learn more about that particular thought in general, and learn more about myself as a person.

So then, the ultimate goal is to find the strength to allow my shortcomings to face scrutiny from others, knowing that it will allow me to become a better person, instead of fearing the consequences of actions long since past and allowing them to dictate the path I tread in life. Which is so much easier said than done. But I will grow towards this, because I must.

“To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man”

-Namakemono

Random Thought Of The Day: Blindly Blogging

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

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So…if a blogger blogs and nobody reads it, did (s)he really blog at all?

No. They failed at life, and should get a real job, and stop wasting their time and the interwebz, because other people could be using all that wasted interweb. Jerk.

-Namakemono

Random Thought Of The Day: I Had A(nother) Dream

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome.

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So today, being not only a snow day, but also my day off, I got to sleep in late. Oh who am I kidding, I get to do that EVERYDAY (♪♪ job perks ♪♪). Now, my brain is a weird, weird place to be when you’re looking to get some sleep; I consistently have the most vivid, random, and adventure-filled dreams of anyone I know. Sometimes, dreaming can incredibly fun and fulfilling; especially when I’ve had an off day, a great dream can erase it for a few hours and bury that negativity in the past. Or it can be really scary – I have a recurring nightmare which I try to avoid triggering, but occasionally find myself caught in anyway. Mostly though, it’s just weird.

Part of this I attribute to my generally overactive imagination, which of course gives zero f-*BEEPS*-s about slowing down during my normal waking hours. While you’re talking to me, I’m probably thinking of a pair of sword-fighting giraffes doing a lumberjack-log roll or something equally stoopid. This same imagination clearly relishes the chance to activate hyperdrive while I sleep. The rest of it I attribute to being physically exhausted after a full day (I’m not exactly sure how this plays a role but the more worn out I am, the better my dreams are) and most importantly, my ability to achieve a lucid state while I dream.

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Bow to your sensei!

Lucidity while dreaming is really fun, but kind of works like a double-edged sword. What most people know about lucid dreaming is that you can control things that happen while you dream (Instaboobs? *SHABAM* Done!). What most people might not know is that lucid dreaming is much less about control, and much more about awareness. That whole awareness thing really creeps up on you.

In a lucid state, you aren’t fully unconscious as you would normally be. Because of this, you can recognize that you are in fact dreaming, and influence the dream accordingly. Since you aren’t fully unconscious, you can still receive and process sensory input to an extent, but since you aren’t fully conscious either you can’t always control how that manifests.

I actually became aware of both lucidity and sleepy-time sensory input processing through the aforementioned recurring nightmare, which I’ve had since childhood. Through a story too long to tell right now (hey, you already knew that I was loquacious, do you really want more??), I became mortified of the dark. Nightly, I would dream about a dark figure walking about my living space and deliberately extinguishing all sources of light, then standing ominously over my bed while I was unable to move, speak, and sometimes breathe. I’ve since learned that some people refer to this type of figure as a shadow person, but as a child I had no channels through which I could begin to rationalize the experience.

Anyway, I got tired of feeling helpless so I started to fight back, and although I didn’t recognize it at the time, I actually utilized the major techniques of  lucid dream training to overcome the nightmare. Through seeing the same scene again and again, I was able to recall specifics and focus on their peculiarity as indicators of the nightmare itself. Making detailed diaries of your dreams so that you remember them, and recognizing specific points of divergence between the dream and reality are critical to achieving lucidity while dreaming. Armed with the knowledge of when I was in the nightmare again, I concentrated on how to get out of it, and eventually figured out a way to wake myself up through focusing. After learning to spontaneously wake myself (and no longer having to worry about being stuck in a scary situation), I began to focus on actually manipulating the scene – instead of avoiding it, changing the bad dream.

Much later, I became aware of sleep paralysis and its role in the nightmare, and more importantly the role of conscious and unconscious awareness of sensory input. Most likely, while experiencing sleep paralysis, my eyes and ears were taking in information which my imagination would then run wild with, filling in blanks and creating a scenario which seemingly planted in reality. The lack of control in this reality produced an uncomfortable feeling, and propelled this mix of real input and imaginary constructs into nightmare territory. By harnessing my semi-consciousness to make sense of it all, I became able to out-think myself, consciously recognize that I was being affected by external stimuli, and achieve lucidity.

To this day, I can still have that same nightmare that terrorized me as a kid, but I’m aware of what triggers it, so I always sleep with a neutral source of light or sound in the background. This lifeline is a sort of link to reality, and allows me to make a clear distinction between the dream world and the real world. It can be more than this too – I often take advantage of it to set the scene for a fantastical dream (e.g. Top Gear in the background = super cars racing across Europe, or Superhero flicks in the background = super powered romp-and-stomp with lots of flying), and then play around with the details once I’m dreaming.

Playing around with your dreams is interesting, and kind of feels like being Neo in the Matrix. Sometimes you can change things entirely to your whim, sometimes you can bend things but not control them, and sometimes you can’t control things at all even when you want to. Lately, instead of actively influencing my dreams I prefer to simply set the stage and watch the madness play out. Sometimes it’s funny as hell, like with Lil’ E. or Melvin the hip-hop turtle (whom I haven’t introduced to the world yet, but will eventually), and sometimes it’s mundane like the example I’ll leave you with in a bit.

To generalize, I’d say that my favorite lucid experience so far has been flying, and my least favorite was dying. Flight is so much fun, and out of all my experiences with this the best so far was flying over a few buildings to hit a dunk in a random park two blocks away. Dying sucks because in a normal dream, you probably wake up before it happens, but if it’s a lucid dream, it’s going to happen, and you’re going to be aware of it. The worst so far was getting stabbed. I couldn’t punch, kick, jump, fly, or dodge my way out of it, and watching/feeling it stick you sucks.

But still, try going lucid,  and I’m sure you’ll have some ridiculous (-ly good and bad) moments of your own. It’s definitely worth pursuing, even just as an exercise in introspection. And now for that mundane story:

A few hours before getting up to write this, I had one last go at the dream world, and this happened: I was bored in a professor’s plush office somewhere, waiting for someone who clearly wasn’t going to come back to the office any time soon, so I decided to entertain myself like any 4th grader would; I prank called a rival school and made some really inappropriate demands under that professor’s name. Everything was going swell until I gave them my email address by mistake. I immediately hung up, but some moments later, they called back and addressed me by MY full name, apparently having found my contact information on some application materials they’d received, and then it all started backfiring on me. So I decided to wake up.

Now, I bet you’re thinking exactly the same thing I was after I awoke – “Why the h-*BEEPS*-l did ANY of that matter?!?!?”

Cheers!

-Namakemono

Random Thought Of The Day: If A Deer Farts…

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

I bet you’ve never seen this before. I think this deer and I would get on pretty well; that was a killer rip! What’s more puzzling to me is how the hunter (I assume that’s who was tracking the little stinker) didn’t immediately crack up and scare the thing away! Go figure.

-Namakemono

 

Random Thought Of The Day: Bad Taste

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

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That hamburger song tho – that was my joint – my lil’ fat kid eat more garbage nomnomnom joint. Oh boy.

I used to like Skee-Lo. Oops.

(Who am I playin’? I still do. Yes, I played it again. Of course I sang along!)

-Namakemono

Random Thought Of The Day: Can’t Nobody Hold Me Down

Sometimes, I think some rather random things. I don’t know if they are worth sharing or appropriate (well, the answer is probably a resounding “NO” on both counts there, actually), but, now they’re out there. And you can’t unread them. You’re welcome. 

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Remember that song, “Can’t Nobody Hold Me Down” that Puffy did? Yes you do.

When I first heard it on the radio, I thought it was a prank – that a couple of little kids had called in and Hot 97 was being nice letting them do their kiddy freestyle.

I was straight convinced I would walk into school the day after and run into a kid on the playground bragging about getting on the radio. I still didn’t believe it until I saw the video. Who would’ve guessed?

Turns out, it would’ve been much better if it was a little kid instead of the “shiny suit man”

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Yes you can stop. Cuz you should stop. I thought I told you that you need to stop, I thought I told you that you need to stop, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Mase was iigh tho.

-Namakemono