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Lost in Serenity

 
Thanks to Autisticook for sharing the above video track from the movie O’Horten (2007) in response to my review of my favourite movie, Moon 2009. I haven’t seen O’Horten* (in fact I had never heard of it), but I already love it based on the video and her description:

It’s silly and touching and it has some of the same themes about hope and social transformation and things not making sense but in a way they do. And the music just beautifully enhancing all of that.

Austisticook in comment on Memories (someone we’ll never know)

The comparison / similarity to Moon (2009) seems relevant too. Just like I find the musical-visual-philosophical sequences of Moon existentially meaningful and highly addictive, I find the above short video sequence deeply touching too. It hooked me immediately, and have to restrain myself from keep hitting Play to keep experiencing it.

Musically and visually, it taps straight into the pleasure circuits of my brain; and the existential undertones talk directly into my heart; about the tragic beauty of being a live creature, and how it has a deep meaning that can not be captured in words. How the act of staying alive for a while and connecting with the surroundings in any way is a mighty achievement, and a struggle worthy of great patience and compassion.

 

Movie poster for "O'horten": man lifts big old dog, in front of red train wall
Image from Cinema Enthusiast

 
Something about it remind me of my dad too. He doesn’t look like the man in the video at all, and he doesn’t drive a train. He is a retired ship Navigator, and has been sailing container ships most of his life. But it remind me of aspects of his personality and the work life he chose to live:

The serenity. The dependency on routine and predictability; the love of repetition, of familiar rhythm (a train is a perfect symbol of rhythm and predictability). The technology operation role as a work role and a way to belong in a logical, structured, rule-based branch of the world.

The pragmatic attitude to life: like the world is an insanely strange place, but there is nowhere else to be, so act the best you can. Find a corner of it that can be controlled. The unspoken acknowledgement that a human is just a tiny creature on a big planet, that we’re just a brief moment in the passage of time; dinosaurs and all. But that, luckily, we are free to enjoy our moments as long as they last.

 
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The Ability to Relate to People as Persons

Just while I felt good about the interestingness of perspective taking, I came across this post* by Sam of Postcards from the edge of the Spectrum, which was inspired by below quote:

To refer to ADHD as inattention is to refer to Autism as hand flapping and speaking funny – they are the most obvious symptoms of a failure to develop the ability to relate to others as special objects, as human and that is what Autism really is underneath – the rest of it is just the most superficial set of symptoms.

ADHD expert Dr. Russell Barkley, quoted in #Autism A failure to recognize! by Sam of Postcards from the edge of the Spectrum.

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Creating as sense of order

About housework, mental capacity and time loss

Mess is a mind trap. When the house is a mess, then every initiative seems overwhelming due to things that need to first be done, found, moved, cleaned up, repaired, organised, before something else can be done. Mess flows from the surroundings into the circuits of the mind; clutters thoughts; blocks any overview and feeds on confusion. To begin to clear up a corner somewhere seems as futile as removing a drop of water from the ocean when there is mess everywhere.

Total mess is just one side of my personal Mess VS Order scale which goes right from one extreme to the other. I’ve been described as ‘extremely well organised’, ‘very disciplined’ and as ‘having an extreme need for order*’ and remember friends teasing me by aligning pizza boxes perfectly on the table. I’m extraordinarily well organised with my work equipment, preparation and work procedures and perfectionistic about organising information, for example.

However, not so with housework:

 
Why housework sucks

Housework fundamentally feels like a terrible waste of time because it is so perishable. You do something, and the next day (or week, or hour) it is undone again. I know… the point of doing it is so that someone else doesn’t have to. And clean and orderly surroundings enhance productivity and quality of life. Theoretically it does make sense, but in practice:

Housework is an endless ocean of fragmented little duties with no clearly defined beginning, ending or outcome. The sheer number of tasks is daunting, and the ambiguity drains the mind. What is most important to do first? How much is reasonable to do? Where does it stop? It never stops. For each task done, new tasks have already popped up. House chores are like those dragons that grow several new heads every time you cut one off. Plus when you don’t.

 

8 headed dragon
Source: Toho Kingdom

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