Saturday, July 16, 2011

Scranton Scantron

As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality."



Voyage seems to imply ship.


Do blind people see black or see nothing at all?  It’s difficult to imagine not seeing anything, ever.  I suppose the blind person’s perception of sight, in part, depends on whether they were born blind or became blind.

I never really new Harriet Beecher Stowe’s race until just now when I looked it up.

I’ve never understood making a donation in the name of someone else as a gift.  Is the assumption that the recipient was going to donate it anyway?  Or is this just a way to kill two stones with one bird if you were already planning on donating money?  By the way, who gets the tax deduction?

Envelopes envelop.

TO DO:  Write a book where every character’s dialogue gets its own font.

There should be a terrorist who demands that the time zones get switched. 

Don’t lean on your left elbow.

We've all been there before!

Israelis are Asians.

Three (related) thoughts:  Commercials for alcohol never show anyone acting drunk, or even tipsy.  I’ve never seen a beer commercial geared towards women.  I’ve never seen a wine commercial, at all.

Scantron tests should have a bubble section to enter your exam color.

IDKMYBFFJILL

As a kid, no one really ever tells you that you’re going to die.  It’s just something that everyone picks up on eventually.

“Yo” was first used in Philadelphia in the 70’s.

You know when you ask your friend for a piece of candy and you accidentally pull out two that are stuck together?  That’s like, the best.

@Artwork

“A Boy Named Sue” was written by Shel Silverstein.

Monday, July 4, 2011

The Rock, the Hill, and the Quarry

Yesterday, I came home after spending three weeks at Camp Woodward.  Immediately got back in the car and went to New York to chill with some friends for the evening.  I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed tonight.

I was going to write a few Woodward-themed paragraphs that resemble the previous post’s brief outline of my trip to Israel.  Upon starting the task, I opted to instead write this commentary.  Then I contemplated talking about the meta-language involved here.  After that, I started narrating this sentence and began to ponder the recursive nature of everything…

Before I lose focus, let me just list a few things that happened in the center of Pennsylvania:
  • A kid shit in the shower (didn’t find the culprit, even after interrogations)
  • Got to know a professional skateboarder’s kids
  • Punched fire
  • Lost a camper in the middle of the night
  • Conversed with two drunken Amish teenagers
  • Learned pole-jam back 180s
Then I realized that I didn’t explain that I didn’t want to write out a whole summary of the trip because memories are more malleable when they are left to the imagination.  So I did.