bonafide hustler, making my name.
... ah, i love M.I.A.
The view from the balcony is quite reminescent of Hemingway sitting on wicker chair outside some exotic locale of his... writing about bittersweet romances; too much like his life. I love the contrast. In short, the day is nice; I'm stuck inside pondering when I should begin to study. Oh, I love the contrast of dull and understated excitement that is nature. I also love Lou Reed and his crap ass music; a hybrid of pseudo-talent and drug-infused vision. No, I'm not on drugs. I detest any sort of narcotic. On a side note, I miss wearing my beret... would it be silly to wear one in spring? Perhaps I should have bought a yellow one. When I think spring, I think yellow and daisies and chocolate eggs and easter bunnies.
I haven't posted an "insightful" blog for some time now... as insightful as a blog can be. However, I do look forward to posting another blog about rolling backpacks and absurd characters. Yes, watch out for that.
Alas I shall leave you with this message... take it easy, it's not the end of the world; some guy during a Bio midterm had a seizure. Chill.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Golly, Gloomy Day.
I am here. I swear, I still exist... as I know that you both do as well. I miss you guys.
It's midterm season again... -__-
I'm really sad about the ceasing of polaroid production.
I passed by that Pinkberry-like place Pure recently. Interesting. There's also Fruberry in Downtown, similar. It was ok I think.
Vlad, I passed by the Invisible Children booth today at Library Walk and they were selling hats with the design you had on the shirt you made to raise money. I wanted to buy one, but I was broke and what's more... I was starving. I felt like a true broke college student right then and there. haha
Elma, where are you? 0_0 hahaha
It's midterm season again... -__-
I'm really sad about the ceasing of polaroid production.
I passed by that Pinkberry-like place Pure recently. Interesting. There's also Fruberry in Downtown, similar. It was ok I think.
Vlad, I passed by the Invisible Children booth today at Library Walk and they were selling hats with the design you had on the shirt you made to raise money. I wanted to buy one, but I was broke and what's more... I was starving. I felt like a true broke college student right then and there. haha
Elma, where are you? 0_0 hahaha
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Checklist, a continuation.
In response to your theory of checklist existing as guideline for human or personal progression...
Well, it's all subjective. In the end everything exists on a subjective level. Why do we bother to follow laws? No, the better question to raise would be, "why do we bother to follow laws which are subjective and made by human thought, which also rely on the theory of subjectivity?" Fuck, whatever. The only purpose of this example is that I perceive a checklist being similar to laws. Checklists are simply guidelines, guidelines which essentially translate to what we define as "laws". Sure, I guess you could say it exists for the sake of human or personal progression. Why bother striving for progress in the first place? Is it simply human nature? That's easy to argue. It's harder to justify however, because hey... who can justify what human nature actually is? Actually, who can justify anything? It's all subjective. Can justification even exist under the reign of subjectivity? Where am I getting at? I feel crazy. I forget sometimes.
Are you a "subjective interpreter of objective truths"?
Maybe humanity's impulse to have any sort of checklist for anything at all is that underlying fear of death. Having a "checklist" gives one something to fight for, something to live for... and by striving to accomplish anything on this checklist only makes that "something" truly ours. Therefore, the fear of death is really the fear of losing subjectivity and vice versa. It is not life that we fight for... We are subjective beings. ie: "This chair exists because I exist". We live/fight for subjectivity because we want to prove ourselves real, our existence real, we exist. Then there is death... deep down, whether we know it yet or not... our existence becomes something else when we die... we become objective. And hey, that's the point; we don't want that.
I think objectifying oneself solidifies our own subjective truths. That is my interpretation (rather dare I say purpose?) of having a checklist at all.
Well, it's all subjective. In the end everything exists on a subjective level. Why do we bother to follow laws? No, the better question to raise would be, "why do we bother to follow laws which are subjective and made by human thought, which also rely on the theory of subjectivity?" Fuck, whatever. The only purpose of this example is that I perceive a checklist being similar to laws. Checklists are simply guidelines, guidelines which essentially translate to what we define as "laws". Sure, I guess you could say it exists for the sake of human or personal progression. Why bother striving for progress in the first place? Is it simply human nature? That's easy to argue. It's harder to justify however, because hey... who can justify what human nature actually is? Actually, who can justify anything? It's all subjective. Can justification even exist under the reign of subjectivity? Where am I getting at? I feel crazy. I forget sometimes.
Are you a "subjective interpreter of objective truths"?
Maybe humanity's impulse to have any sort of checklist for anything at all is that underlying fear of death. Having a "checklist" gives one something to fight for, something to live for... and by striving to accomplish anything on this checklist only makes that "something" truly ours. Therefore, the fear of death is really the fear of losing subjectivity and vice versa. It is not life that we fight for... We are subjective beings. ie: "This chair exists because I exist". We live/fight for subjectivity because we want to prove ourselves real, our existence real, we exist. Then there is death... deep down, whether we know it yet or not... our existence becomes something else when we die... we become objective. And hey, that's the point; we don't want that.
I think objectifying oneself solidifies our own subjective truths. That is my interpretation (rather dare I say purpose?) of having a checklist at all.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Checklist
Life surprises you sometimes. People always have pre-set ideas or pre-set whatevers. Radio stations, goals, beliefs, judgements, standards, really... pre-set whatevers. Then it happens, one of those things on your pre-sets takes place unexpectedly and... I don't know. What should you be feeling at that point? Who knows, no one's ever told you. Just say "check" I guess and go about life like that idea still exists as unaccomplished.
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