Slap-in-the-face intro: This is a marketing piece for my college to encourage people to follow their passions and search for their calling – their purpose as a human being, if you will. I had such fun filming with these girls! They all sat on my lap and looked at my fruit flies underneath the microscope. I actually got Zahra (the little blonde one) to want to be a geneticist! My mini-me (whose name is Iris) wants to study rocks and be a geologist; I actually gave her a couple fossils from my rock collection as a child. We’ll see if anything changes as they grow up – even so, I’ll always be proud of my little ones for pursuing their passions. Furthermore, the video is also supposed to raise awareness and support for women interested in pursuing a career in STEM.
I came across another motion poem that I liked! There’s something delightfully childish in the video’s uneasy atmosphere. Hope you all enjoy it too.
I’ve just recently stumbled upon motion poems. Some of them I can’t stand because they think the video can do all the talking. But this one knows the difference.
In my Psychology class, one of our weekly assignments is to watch a TED Talk video and write a short paper about our reaction to it. I thought this one was particularly interesting and I would like to share it with all of you.
I will never again look at Monopoly and pretzels the same way.
Today is the kinda day where this video hits me hard. I’m not missing him per se, just the feeling of someone else’s fingers entwined in my own and the reassurance that — just for one second — you aren’t alone in the world. I miss hugs. Not just any hugs, but hugs that leave you gasping for breath but you can’t bear to let go because you feel at peace. I miss admiring flowers on my desk and knowing that those blooms represent the thoughts that someone else has for me. Most of all, I miss someone who tells me I’m beautiful — when I wake up, when I take my retainer out, when I spill spaghetti on the front of my shirt, when I’m covered in sweat and grass stains and soccer tan lines, all those times when I’m especially not. I don’t miss him. I just miss Love.
That’s all the introduction it needs.