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		<title>The Gift &#8211; from Big Lazy Robot</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 17:32:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mark Vicente</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><img width="300" height="144" src="http://markvicente.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Screen-Shot-2011-12-20-at-12.50.28-PM-300x144.png" class="attachment-medium wp-post-image" alt="Screen Shot 2011-12-20 at 12.50.28 PM" /></p>I found this phenomenal short on Vimeo. I found it on the Biglazyrobot Vimeo Channel. Below is their intro of the video. &#8220;Directed by Carl E. Rinsch, ‘The Gift’ Belongs to the &#8220;pararell Lines&#8221; Phillips Cinema campaning. Placed in Russia, The Gift is a Sci-Fi short with a savage Chase sequence on it. We made [...]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img width="300" height="144" src="http://markvicente.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Screen-Shot-2011-12-20-at-12.50.28-PM-300x144.png" class="attachment-medium wp-post-image" alt="Screen Shot 2011-12-20 at 12.50.28 PM" /></p><p>I found this phenomenal short on Vimeo. I found it on the <a href="http://www.biglazyrobot.com/" title="Big Lazy Robot" target="_blank">Biglazyrobot</a> Vimeo Channel. Below is their intro of the video.</p>
<p>&#8220;Directed by Carl E. Rinsch, ‘The Gift’ Belongs to the &#8220;pararell Lines&#8221; Phillips Cinema campaning. Placed in Russia, The Gift is a Sci-Fi short with a savage Chase sequence on it. We made more than 20 full CGI shots for the short. Check out the animated pictures to see how it has been done. We also made the vechicles and some characters desings. We enjoyed creating such an unusual atmosphere and sense. Not the regular Sci-fi film we are used to see&#8230;&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Prejudice</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mark Vicente</dc:creator>
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<p>It&#8217;s the year 2011. I&#8217;m curious what people think of Prejudice?</p>
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		<title>Regrets of the Dying</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 04:54:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mark Vicente</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><img width="300" height="224" src="http://markvicente.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/dying-lion-monument-close-300x224.jpg" class="attachment-medium wp-post-image" alt="dying-lion-monument-close" /></p>Today a friend of mine shared a beautiful blog written by a woman named Bronnie Ware. Read her Bio. REGRETS OF THE DYING For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">Today a friend of mine shared a beautiful blog written by a woman named Bronnie Ware. <a href="http://bronnieware.com/bio.htm" target="_blank"><span style="color: #ffffff;">Read her Bio.</span></a></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">REGRETS OF THE DYING</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone&#8217;s capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">1. I wish I&#8217;d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">2. I wish I didn&#8217;t work so hard.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children&#8217;s youth and their partner&#8217;s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">3. I wish I&#8217;d had the courage to express my feelings.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called &#8216;comfort&#8217; of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #ffffff;">Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.</span></p>
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		<title>My South Africa by Jonathan Jansen</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 20:03:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mark Vicente</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><img width="300" height="213" src="http://markvicente.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/nelson-mandela-300x213.jpg" class="attachment-medium wp-post-image" alt="nelson-mandela" /></p>My Aunt sent me this beautiful article! My South Africa by Jonathan Jansen Wednesday, 09 February 2011 My South Africa is the working-class man who called from the airport to return my wallet without a cent missing. It is the white woman who put all three of her domestic worker’s children through the same school [...]]]></description>
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<h1>My South Africa by Jonathan Jansen</h1>
<div>Wednesday, 09 February 2011</div>
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<div>My South Africa is the working-class man who called from the airport to return my wallet without a cent missing. It is the white woman who put all three of her domestic worker’s children through the same school that her own child attended. It is the politician in one of our rural provinces, Mpumalanga, who returned his salary to the government as a statement that standing with the poor had to be more than just a few words. It is the teacher who worked after school hours every day during the public sector strike to ensure her children did not miss out on learning.My South Africa is the first-year university student in Bloemfontein who took all the gifts she received for her birthday and donated them – with the permission of the givers – to a home for children in an Aids village. It is the people hurt by racist acts who find it in their hearts to publicly forgive the perpetrators. It is the group of farmers in Paarl who started a top school for the children of farm workers to ensure they got the best education possible while their parents toiled in the vineyards. It is the farmer’s wife in Viljoenskroon who created an education and training centre for the wives of farm labourers so that they could gain the advanced skills required to operate accredited early-learning centers for their own and other children.My South Africa is that little white boy at a decent school in the Eastern Cape who decided to teach the black boys in the community to play cricket, and to fit them all out with the togs required to play the gentelman’s game. It is the two black street children in Durban, caught on camera, who put their spare change in the condensed milk tin of a white beggar. It is the Johannesburg pastor who opened up his church as a place of shelter for illegal immigrants. It is the Afrikaner woman from Boksburg who nailed the white guy who shot and killed one of South Africa’s greatest freedom fighters outside his home.</p>
<p>My South Africa is the man who went to prison for 27 years and came out embracing his captors, thereby releasing them from their impending misery. It is the activist priest who dived into a crowd of angry people to rescue a woman from a sure necklacing. It is the former police chief who fell to his knees to wash the feet of Mamelodi women whose sons disappeared on his watch; it is the women who forgave him in his act of contrition. It is the Cape Town university psychologist who interviewed the ‘Prime Evil’ in Pretoria Centre and came away with emotional attachment, even empathy, for the human being who did such terrible things under apartheid.</p>
<p>My South Africa is the quiet, dignified, determined township mother from Langa who straightened her back during the years of oppression and decided that her struggle was to raise decent children, insist that they learn, and ensure that they not succumb to bitterness or defeat in the face of overwhelming odds. It is the two young girls who walked 20kms to school everyday, even through their matric years, and passed well enough to be accepted into university studies. It is the student who takes on three jobs, during the evenings and on weekends, to find ways of paying for his university studies.</p>
<p>My South Africa is the teenager in a wheelchair who works in townships serving the poor. It is the pastor of a Kenilworth church whose parishioners were slaughtered, who visits the killers and asks them for forgiveness because he was a beneficiary of apartheid. It is the politician who resigns on conscientious grounds, giving up status and salary because of an objection in principle to a social policy of her political party. It is the young lawman who decides to dedicate his life to representing those who cannot afford to pay for legal services.</p>
<p>My South Africa is not the angry, corrupt, violent country those deeds fill the front pages of newspapers and the lead-in items on the seven-o’-clock news. It is the South Africa often unseen, yet powered by the remarkable lives of ordinary people. It is the citizens who keep the country together through millions of acts of daily kindness.</p>
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<div><em>* This article originally appeared in Mango’s inflight magazine.</em></div>
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		<title>Playing for Change</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 03:56:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mark Vicente</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><img width="300" height="168" src="http://markvicente.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/playing4change-300x168.jpg" class="attachment-medium wp-post-image" alt="playing4change" /></p>I spent some time with my friends Mark Johnson and Allison Mack in Santa Monica the other day. Mark showed me his new video. Check it out &#8211; it&#8217;s beautiful.]]></description>
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