Showing posts with label inspirational. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspirational. Show all posts

Saturday 29 October 2016

Great vs Undeniable

Article written by Bulent Ozdemir
(DisclaimerThis article contains words and phrases that some people may find offensive. Please do not continue if easily offended)


I've finally figured it out. The meaning of life... No wait, that's for another time! *Ahem*, on a more serious note:

Over the past few months I've spent some time on movie sets, met up with various people and had interesting chats with fellow peers. One thing I've found repeating to both myself and others is the word 'Undeniable'. As in:


"It has to be undeniable"

What I mean by that is that in order to get the recognition, success and sense of achievement we crave for like suicidal porn addicts, I feel the work we create must be 'Undeniable'. Not good, not great, not amazing... UNDENIABLE.

Here's my definition of the two:

  • GREAT - Something you see, feel and experience and then move on.
  • UNDENIABLE - Something that gets under your skin and skull fucks you into a submissive state of awe.

As I've said before, there's a shit load of talent out there. Guys'n'Gals that make most of us look like dribbling 3 year olds in terms of the work quality they produce. I watch their films and my loins ache with downright admiration and if I'm truly honest with myself, a little bit of jealousy -- Then I move on. There's no Interest and Interaction. It was great, thanks for the ride, laters. 

Monday 15 September 2014

You Don't Hate Mondays, You Hate Your JOB

Article written by Bulent Ozdemir
(DisclaimerThis article contains words and phrases that some people may find offensive. Please do not continue if easily offended)

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In 2010 I left my day job as an insurance broker to follow my heart into the creative world of filmmaking. Up until that point I was tied to a desk for 8+ hours of a day, haggling with people from all walks of life.

I dreaded, no, HATED Mondays. The thought of getting up in the morning and dragging myself into that environment made me sick to my core. Not because of the people I worked with, but because of the job itself. Being a middle man in any given business means only one thing --> Prostitution. Forget morals, forget dignity, forget self worth, it's all about bringing in the money. But I'm gonna save all that for another post.

Just for shits and giggles, my top 3 (office) work places to prostitute yourself: