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friday favourites :: addendum

STOP THE PRESSES.

i'd already published my "friday favourites" for this week, but then dom sent me something that i really couldn't sit on for another seven days.

there is a technique for enjoying this particular "favourite". i want you to take a moment and think about some type of work you've done that meant something to do- that could obviously be some kind of artistic project like writing, painting, music, acting, etc., but it could also be something like cooking, or building, or gardening... anything that you really put heart into, something that you did for yourself but for which you also wanted appreciation.

now i want you to think about the most insecure you've ever felt about your skills in that area, your moments of greatest frustration and self-doubt, those times when you believed that you could never be as good as others or as good as you wanted to be. hold on to those feelings.

now watch this video:





do you feel better about yourself now? because you should.

have a wonderful weekend and thank you for reading.

thx to dangerous minds

Comments

Martin Rouge said…
They spent a lot of time and money on that prank. Its a prank... right? On the other hand, they're still better than Nickleback...
flora_mundi said…
I was kind of inclined to think it was a prank, if only because the drummer looks a lot like Mark Mothersbaugh from Devo, but, sadly, I think that this is way too serious for its own good.

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