Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Philosophy
Man's necessities are simple (food, friends, fun), but when these necessities are forcibly merged (food with friends for fun), the simplicity is sacrificed for temporal means; life is complex because life is short.
Life is like a room. It's easy to notice all that crap eating up your floor, but appreciating a clean path is much more difficult.
Life is like a room. It's easy to notice all that crap eating up your floor, but appreciating a clean path is much more difficult.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Goats Should Go Away
Goats have nothing to do with this post.
Instead, I will write about something less controversial, but I will not get caught up in the actual topic. Therefore, when I say the topic is politics, I will not get into my political views. I want to talk about the stupidity of politics, so I shall. Joy.
It is funny to watch super conservatives shout out their views. I can see how it would also be funny to see a super democrat shout out their views, but I havent really noticed it.
So the House just passed the Senate bill and I noticed a facebook status of "Thank you democrats for just giving up the house and senate in next November's election.... The Republicans will take this country back and put it on the right path towards, Liberty, Democracy, Truth, Justice, and Conservatism." I wanted to add to the cleverness of the author by commenting "We should attack Iran to celebrate!" but I decided I would get into an argument that I just didnt want to be a part of. Because of the democrats, it seems that the world is going to end, but next year the Republicans will swoop in and send us back to conservatism.
I have a slight problem with conservatism. There are to too many stupid people for the world, our country even, to be good as it is, and thus, how could it ever be a good idea to keep it the same. We need to adjust to make it better, and, by definition, striving for the status quo does not do that.
I don't remember the same hoopla for when the republicans got power back in 2000/2004 from the democrats, but its possible that I was too young to care/remember. But now as the democrats pass a controversial bill and get the white house, the republicans are getting all pissy. [[[[[[SIDE POINT: In searching for the 2008 election status' I came across a friend's brilliant remark "TN: dood, why are all of the original power rangers extinct animals except for the white one?" Wow, I didn't think about this at all when he posted it, but seriously...why?END SIDEPOINT]]]]]] Oh, darn, it doesnt let me go back that far...I made it all the way to Jan. 2, 2009...2 months away. But anyway, it seem alot of my comrades had beliefs that the world was going to end or that they would move to canada or something. Overreactions to change. The sad thing is that I think some of them were truly scared by a democratic president.
Just found a status asking for the opinions of both sides...I liked it.
I think I've gotten off topic...oh well.
Bye.
Instead, I will write about something less controversial, but I will not get caught up in the actual topic. Therefore, when I say the topic is politics, I will not get into my political views. I want to talk about the stupidity of politics, so I shall. Joy.
It is funny to watch super conservatives shout out their views. I can see how it would also be funny to see a super democrat shout out their views, but I havent really noticed it.
So the House just passed the Senate bill and I noticed a facebook status of "Thank you democrats for just giving up the house and senate in next November's election.... The Republicans will take this country back and put it on the right path towards, Liberty, Democracy, Truth, Justice, and Conservatism." I wanted to add to the cleverness of the author by commenting "We should attack Iran to celebrate!" but I decided I would get into an argument that I just didnt want to be a part of. Because of the democrats, it seems that the world is going to end, but next year the Republicans will swoop in and send us back to conservatism.
I have a slight problem with conservatism. There are to too many stupid people for the world, our country even, to be good as it is, and thus, how could it ever be a good idea to keep it the same. We need to adjust to make it better, and, by definition, striving for the status quo does not do that.
I don't remember the same hoopla for when the republicans got power back in 2000/2004 from the democrats, but its possible that I was too young to care/remember. But now as the democrats pass a controversial bill and get the white house, the republicans are getting all pissy. [[[[[[SIDE POINT: In searching for the 2008 election status' I came across a friend's brilliant remark "TN: dood, why are all of the original power rangers extinct animals except for the white one?" Wow, I didn't think about this at all when he posted it, but seriously...why?END SIDEPOINT]]]]]] Oh, darn, it doesnt let me go back that far...I made it all the way to Jan. 2, 2009...2 months away. But anyway, it seem alot of my comrades had beliefs that the world was going to end or that they would move to canada or something. Overreactions to change. The sad thing is that I think some of them were truly scared by a democratic president.
Just found a status asking for the opinions of both sides...I liked it.
I think I've gotten off topic...oh well.
Bye.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The Idea of Reading and Writing
I dislike English class. I always have. I dislike exaggerations. Therefore saying "always" has almost certain validity. I'll start with 5th grade because every year before that was learning the alphabet and learning cursive.
5th-disliked because teacher sang all opera like and it annoyed me. liked because I wrote a kicka#@ poem called "Ode To My Scabs" It went alittle something like this:
Scabs, oh Scabs, I kindly shout
You are my love with no doubt.
I love to squeeze you, find your juice
Pull you off and see red on the loose.
And that is all I remember. BUT ISNT IT WONDERFUL! Imagine 3 more stanzas of gradually increasing disgustitude. Yum. But that poem does not take away the pains I went through to make it to that class. My favorite period was the one in which we watched an episode of outrageous animal behavior, and I hate watching exploited animals.
6th-I dont remember an actual english class, but i remember a Reading Class in which we read The Giver. Also read Where the Red Fern Grows. They were both pretty good but I disliked the process of reading. Take note of this previous sentence, if you please.
7th-Fell asleep almost everyday. So dull. Don't remember any books that were entertaining.
8th-Teacher liked me, made it alittle more bearable, but the class was dull, as always. Didn't get much out of it except a pass to the honors english track.
9th-almost learned something, then the teacher left.
10th-Oh god....hate in a bottle unleashed into the world with the intent to destroy all bubbles. What kind of creature would want to destroy the worlds bubbles! A horrible one! Such a strong hate!
11th-teacher didn't force words out of my mouth, except when he did, it was when I had no idea wtf was going on in the reading. Also, he asked me what seemed to be going on in a painting he had on the wall and I said it seemed that the girl had run away and broken her ankle while trying to retrieve her favorite doll from her burning house something something. The real story was that she had fallen asleep in the hay field to find her house destroyed. I learned a few grammar rules, but still disliked having to go sit and be bored.
12th-still dont talk, still dont want to. Teacher has given up trying to make me. Like the teacher for that. Class is dull.
Back to that statement. I like the idea of reading, but not the process. Actually sitting down with a book is not what I want to do, but having the information download into my mind would be great.
I love learning; I strive for learning, but being taught can never compete with understanding, except in physics....they are about equal there.
I also like the idea of writing, but actually writing on topic for awhile...agh...im bored of this
5th-disliked because teacher sang all opera like and it annoyed me. liked because I wrote a kicka#@ poem called "Ode To My Scabs" It went alittle something like this:
Scabs, oh Scabs, I kindly shout
You are my love with no doubt.
I love to squeeze you, find your juice
Pull you off and see red on the loose.
And that is all I remember. BUT ISNT IT WONDERFUL! Imagine 3 more stanzas of gradually increasing disgustitude. Yum. But that poem does not take away the pains I went through to make it to that class. My favorite period was the one in which we watched an episode of outrageous animal behavior, and I hate watching exploited animals.
6th-I dont remember an actual english class, but i remember a Reading Class in which we read The Giver. Also read Where the Red Fern Grows. They were both pretty good but I disliked the process of reading. Take note of this previous sentence, if you please.
7th-Fell asleep almost everyday. So dull. Don't remember any books that were entertaining.
8th-Teacher liked me, made it alittle more bearable, but the class was dull, as always. Didn't get much out of it except a pass to the honors english track.
9th-almost learned something, then the teacher left.
10th-Oh god....hate in a bottle unleashed into the world with the intent to destroy all bubbles. What kind of creature would want to destroy the worlds bubbles! A horrible one! Such a strong hate!
11th-teacher didn't force words out of my mouth, except when he did, it was when I had no idea wtf was going on in the reading. Also, he asked me what seemed to be going on in a painting he had on the wall and I said it seemed that the girl had run away and broken her ankle while trying to retrieve her favorite doll from her burning house something something. The real story was that she had fallen asleep in the hay field to find her house destroyed. I learned a few grammar rules, but still disliked having to go sit and be bored.
12th-still dont talk, still dont want to. Teacher has given up trying to make me. Like the teacher for that. Class is dull.
Back to that statement. I like the idea of reading, but not the process. Actually sitting down with a book is not what I want to do, but having the information download into my mind would be great.
I love learning; I strive for learning, but being taught can never compete with understanding, except in physics....they are about equal there.
I also like the idea of writing, but actually writing on topic for awhile...agh...im bored of this
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Crash Test Ratings
I had a dream a few nights ago, and such an odd dream it hath been.
From time to time, I dream of falling off an overpass (such as the "high five") or losing control of my car and either falling 50 ft to my doom or crashing at high speed into inanimate objects, you know, the usual. I normally wake up on impact, but this time was different.
I was calmly driving on a high overpass thingy going from one northbound highway to a westbound one when the car spun out and I crashed into the barricade on the left. My car nose-dived to the ground some 50 feet away. I felt the same ahhh-my-lungs-are-coming-out-of-my-nose feeling that comes from the first drop of The Titan at Six Flags, but then I slowed everything down. I thought, hmm...my car has a 5-star crash test rating for the driver, I guess this will truly put this to the test. Thus, of course, my car moved from nose-dive position to one parallel to the ground. Then, all of a sudden, it decided to move so that the driver-side would smash into the ground.
I thought I was going to die, but those crash test ratings don't lie (rhyme!). The car landed on its side and instantly went to all four wheels on the ground. Zero damage to the car, or me. It made no sense, so I thought that because there was no external damage, there would be internal damage that would make the car unstartable. I pressed the "Start Car" button, and the engine sounded fine. I put it into reverse and the car moved in reverse. I was under the overpass in some dark city with towering apartment buildings on three sides and two supports of the overpass in front of me. There was only one way to go, slightly to the left.
As I changed gears to drive forward, as opposed to reverse, I noticed a grisly man with a musky beard and a thick eyebrows and a sweat-stained earthy colored shirt walking toward me while flicking me off.
I hate being flicked off, its just a symbol, but its a symbol of judgement. And dont get me started about judgement. AAFGHGgghh. Not fun stuff. This dude didnt know me! So I wanted nothing to do with him.
I inched forward to see if it had something to do with my landing, and sure enough, I had apparently landed on a homeless person's tent. He had died and there were a half circle of people of all economic statuses (maybe 8 people) all staring at me while simultaneously flicking me off also.
Thus, I killed a man.
From time to time, I dream of falling off an overpass (such as the "high five") or losing control of my car and either falling 50 ft to my doom or crashing at high speed into inanimate objects, you know, the usual. I normally wake up on impact, but this time was different.
I was calmly driving on a high overpass thingy going from one northbound highway to a westbound one when the car spun out and I crashed into the barricade on the left. My car nose-dived to the ground some 50 feet away. I felt the same ahhh-my-lungs-are-coming-out-of-my-nose feeling that comes from the first drop of The Titan at Six Flags, but then I slowed everything down. I thought, hmm...my car has a 5-star crash test rating for the driver, I guess this will truly put this to the test. Thus, of course, my car moved from nose-dive position to one parallel to the ground. Then, all of a sudden, it decided to move so that the driver-side would smash into the ground.
I thought I was going to die, but those crash test ratings don't lie (rhyme!). The car landed on its side and instantly went to all four wheels on the ground. Zero damage to the car, or me. It made no sense, so I thought that because there was no external damage, there would be internal damage that would make the car unstartable. I pressed the "Start Car" button, and the engine sounded fine. I put it into reverse and the car moved in reverse. I was under the overpass in some dark city with towering apartment buildings on three sides and two supports of the overpass in front of me. There was only one way to go, slightly to the left.
As I changed gears to drive forward, as opposed to reverse, I noticed a grisly man with a musky beard and a thick eyebrows and a sweat-stained earthy colored shirt walking toward me while flicking me off.
I hate being flicked off, its just a symbol, but its a symbol of judgement. And dont get me started about judgement. AAFGHGgghh. Not fun stuff. This dude didnt know me! So I wanted nothing to do with him.
I inched forward to see if it had something to do with my landing, and sure enough, I had apparently landed on a homeless person's tent. He had died and there were a half circle of people of all economic statuses (maybe 8 people) all staring at me while simultaneously flicking me off also.
Thus, I killed a man.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut
Just finished reading this incredibly funny novel. It's funny in that, hahahahah people are stupid and there is nothing anyone can do about it, kind of way. Highly suggest it.
I think I am onto something. Bokononism has all these terms associated with it, and the speaker is constantly talking about the dialect. He normally translates the dialect, but why do it for these terms? Bokonon seems relatively simple in his view toward the world (Now i know what to call my religion, in a way) and I dont think he would go through the trouble of making up exotic names for his foma (lies). Thus, I think each term can be translated into a simple phrase that makes contextual sense. I will now attempt.
Foma--harmless untruths--Foam, the harmless white stuff that hides what is beneath, thus lying to you
Karass--team of people that does God's Will without ever discovering what they are doing, the people you are somehow put with for given periods of time--Cross, brings people together
Vin-dit--sudden, very personal shove in the direction of Bokononism--Find it, self-explanatory
Pool-pah--wrath of God, shit storm--Pulp, all that shit one has to suffer even though all they want is the juice (of life)
These are the only ones which I can translate the dialect into something that kind of makes sense. Any help would be greatly appreciated. Here's the rest.
duprass-- a karass that consists of only two people. This is one of the few kinds of karass about which we can have any reliable knowledge. The two members of a duprass live lives that revolve around each other, and are therefore often married. "A true duprass can't be invaded, not even by children born of such a union." The novel cites the example of "Horlick Minton, the New American Ambassador to the Republic of San Lorenzo, and his wife, Claire." The two members of a duprass always die within a week of each other.
granfalloon-- a false karass; i.e., a group of people who imagine they have a connection that does not really exist. An example is "Hoosiers"; Hoosiers are people from Indiana, and Hoosiers have no true spiritual destiny in common, so really share little more than a name.
wampeter-- the central theme or purpose of a karass
wrang-wrang-- Someone who steers a Bokononist away from a line of speculation by reducing that line, with the example of the wrang-wrang's own life, to an absurdity.
saroon-- to acquiesce to a vin-dit
stuppa-- a fogbound child (i.e. an idiot)--possibly a Stupid
duffle-- the destiny of thousands of people placed on one stuppa
sin-wat-- a person who wants all of somebody's love for him/herself
kan-kan-- the instrument which brings one into his or her karass.
Busy, busy, busy - words Bokononists whisper upon witnessing an example of how interconnected everything is
boko-maru-- the supreme act of worship of the Bokononists, which is an intimate act consisting of prolonged physical contact between the naked soles of the feet of two persons.
Now I will destroy the whole world... -- What a Bokononist says before committing suicide.
sinookas-- the tendrils of one's life.
Zah-mah-ki-bo-- fate, inevitable destiny
I think I am onto something. Bokononism has all these terms associated with it, and the speaker is constantly talking about the dialect. He normally translates the dialect, but why do it for these terms? Bokonon seems relatively simple in his view toward the world (Now i know what to call my religion, in a way) and I dont think he would go through the trouble of making up exotic names for his foma (lies). Thus, I think each term can be translated into a simple phrase that makes contextual sense. I will now attempt.
Foma--harmless untruths--Foam, the harmless white stuff that hides what is beneath, thus lying to you
Karass--team of people that does God's Will without ever discovering what they are doing, the people you are somehow put with for given periods of time--Cross, brings people together
Vin-dit--sudden, very personal shove in the direction of Bokononism--Find it, self-explanatory
Pool-pah--wrath of God, shit storm--Pulp, all that shit one has to suffer even though all they want is the juice (of life)
These are the only ones which I can translate the dialect into something that kind of makes sense. Any help would be greatly appreciated. Here's the rest.
duprass-- a karass that consists of only two people. This is one of the few kinds of karass about which we can have any reliable knowledge. The two members of a duprass live lives that revolve around each other, and are therefore often married. "A true duprass can't be invaded, not even by children born of such a union." The novel cites the example of "Horlick Minton, the New American Ambassador to the Republic of San Lorenzo, and his wife, Claire." The two members of a duprass always die within a week of each other.
granfalloon-- a false karass; i.e., a group of people who imagine they have a connection that does not really exist. An example is "Hoosiers"; Hoosiers are people from Indiana, and Hoosiers have no true spiritual destiny in common, so really share little more than a name.
wampeter-- the central theme or purpose of a karass
wrang-wrang-- Someone who steers a Bokononist away from a line of speculation by reducing that line, with the example of the wrang-wrang's own life, to an absurdity.
saroon-- to acquiesce to a vin-dit
stuppa-- a fogbound child (i.e. an idiot)--possibly a Stupid
duffle-- the destiny of thousands of people placed on one stuppa
sin-wat-- a person who wants all of somebody's love for him/herself
kan-kan-- the instrument which brings one into his or her karass.
Busy, busy, busy - words Bokononists whisper upon witnessing an example of how interconnected everything is
boko-maru-- the supreme act of worship of the Bokononists, which is an intimate act consisting of prolonged physical contact between the naked soles of the feet of two persons.
Now I will destroy the whole world... -- What a Bokononist says before committing suicide.
sinookas-- the tendrils of one's life.
Zah-mah-ki-bo-- fate, inevitable destiny
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