Sunday, June 24, 2012

Credo Quia Absurdum

“A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.”

                -Friedrich Nietzsche


“Last morning” isn’t really a phrase.

Have you read the Starr Report?

Presumably clergymen pass beggars on the street and don’t give money to all of them.  I wonder how they internally rationalize this.

Existentialism is a humanism only by way of individualism.

There is no record of when people first started wearing hats.

There was a kid that read my mind and knew all my thoughts.  I woke up and realized that it was all in my head.  Then, I went back to sleep.

How do you clean bar soap when it gets dirty?

There should be a gender-neutral pronoun.  

In 1992, a study by Stack and Gundlach found a positive correlation between the amount of radio airtime devoted to country music and the white suicide rate.

The speed of light is exactly 299,792,458 meters per second.


Reading:            Breaking the Spell by Daniel Dennett
Listening to:     On Avery Island by Neutral Milk Hotel
Watching:                                Arrested Development
Eating:      Sesame noodles with chicken and broccoli


Friday, June 1, 2012

Tantric Architecture


“Heaven is only three feet above your head.”
                -Chinese Proverb


It's His Show

When people tell me that I’m funny, I always become conscious of the fact that they think I’m funny and I feel pressure to remain funny.  This usually results in me trying to force funny, which never works.

Every time you forget something, someone else thinks of it.

Has anyone asked you this question before?


I couldn’t even give a vague figure as to how often I get déjà vu, but it seems to happen on a consistent basis.  Recently I’ve been getting déjà vu in which I’ve gotten déjà vu before.  It’s creepy.

Mustaches are bizarre from an evolutionary point of view.  Then again, so are picture frames, ferris wheels, and most other things.

I use the word “therefore” way more in academic papers than in everyday speech.

Advertisers don’t lie, they create truth

When you memorize something, you know it “by heart.”  Doesn’t “by head” make more sense?

Sometimes when I’m picking out what underwear I’m going to wear for the day, I’ll change my mind last minute and pretend that this decision will change the rest of my life.


“It’s been real.”
“Nothing’s real.  Remember last night?”

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Poems from the Road

Barcelona

Caterpillars ambling and blue waves crashing
The beach is regarded as sun shiny bliss
As Jorge serves caffe my mind is distracted,
Catch wind like the palm trees swaying above

Amsterdam

Sinuous yeah
There is a lot of activity
Concentrate:
to the birds gone away
Acting like myself is who I know
To be like the birds and escape

Croatia

Even space gets lost in the foothills
and language turns to mush, not needed much
like history without flags or a cannon that will not fire,
still admired
because sometimes bok means simply bok

Munich

Impressions swirl colors canvassing the valley
old and new, left and right
Don't cross the street until the light says it's ok.
The spectrum forms into a point,
clarity is kept in the pockets of the people

Prague

She was going down as I was going up
A strudel smile and four eyes on a tray
served to the cold
busy streets remembering when the streetcars were new.
We continued contact,
Unable to let go as we parted
A dog whining upstairs to its teddy bear
as the strudel gets cold on the table

Da Pamphili, io Parto di Roma

I've worn all my clothes
Wait - the stove's in celcius
They didn't fucking do the dishes
Munich and Croatia, what about you?
Language exchange,
Sono studente
pomodoro, allora, ragazzi,
va bene
6 ft high, like the letters on San Pietro
Wait, hold on; I gotta pee

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Sunday, April 8, 2012

The Short Story

“Story-writing isn’t plot-driven, it’s idea-driven.  And it often references itself on multiple levels,” says the writer.  “’The Short Story’ is a perfect example of this.  From the very beginning, the reader is pulled along by the writer’s use of self-reference.  He breaks the fourth wall implicitly through the use of direct quotations that address the reader.”

The reader continues reading the story, at first confused by the writer’s unorthodox narration, but then enlightened as to the true nature of the text. 

The writer says, “There’s more to this story than you know.  But please, continue, because I wrote this story for a reason.   I felt uneasy laying my thoughts down on paper, but I decided to do it because if I didn’t, this wouldn’t exist.  I wouldn’t exist, you wouldn’t exist.  There would be nothing.”

As the reader anxiously treads from word to word, he gets a small urge to scratch an itch. 

“The story is enjoyable, though at times obfuscated and tangential,” the writer elaborates.  “The writer talks about the infinite regress that occurs when he discusses when the writer talks about infinite regresses.  Two mirrors facing each other, an infinity of infinities.”

Curiously, the reader re-reads the last bit about infinite regresses because the writer asks him to, implicitly.  Then he re-reads the sentence about re-reading the last bit about infinite regresses, and finally he re-reads the sentence about re-reading that.

The writer continues.  “The reader still has autonomy while reading the story.  He is able to ignore the writer’s suggestions, and he is aware of this ability.  The writer’s goal is to convince the reader that the writer’s world is his own.  This can be difficult because acknowledging the reader’s existence can bring him out of the story. However, the writer is not hoping to suck the reader into the world of the writer, but rather to show the reader that the world of the writer already exists in his own world.  They are one and the same.”

Although the writer seems relatively coherent, the reader is unsure of what to make of the story.  But there’s no way he is going to stop reading now; the reader feels obligated to keep going. 

“The reader thinks about the story but also about himself, and about the writer,” says the writer.  “Intermittently, the reader thinks about random things that are unrelated to the story, like something that the writer doesn’t describe.  But most often, while going through the story, the reader thinks about things that are related to it, or about the story itself.” 

The reader stops reading what the writer says, and then starts reading it again.

“The plot in the story is limited,” says the writer, “but it is enough to convey a message and hint at larger themes, many of which are rife with plots of their own.  In effect, the plot of the story is limited to the imagination of the writer and the reader, working together to create meaning.  The story does not exist in a vacuum, solely to analyze its imagery in relation to its characters.”

The reader will more clearly understand the writer with the use of a familiar example.

“Two mirrors facing each other form a closed circuit on the outside, but contain immeasurable possibility within.  The reader and the writer can be interpreted similarly, reflecting each other to the point where they are inseparable – their worlds collide.  Eventually, the mirrors become mere containers for creative light, bouncing forever and wherever as the radiation transcends its original dichotomy.”

This text is starting to seem more poetic to the reader, who is more comfortable now (than in the near future) because of his increased grasp of the story. 

“He is able to float through sentences with cruise control retinas, somewhat unaware of the aforementioned, currently-involved nuisances, because of his familiarity with the story.”  Even the title “The Short Story” now resides in the front of the reader’s concentration, because it was mentioned again.

You are going to die.

Friday, March 16, 2012

I Feel Like An Unmade Bed

This is my 100th SITP blog post.  Damn.  I created this blog freshman year, sitting in the common room of The Ocho because a few friends made blogs also.  I never thought that I would keep this going for 2 1/2 years, but I'm really glad that I did.  Looking back at my earlier entries is like opening up a short-term time capsule and discovering a photo of myself when I had long grimy hair.  Actually, I still have long grimy hair.  But I think I'm gonna cut it tomorrow because I'm about to head to Croatia for spring break, and I heard that the cool Croatians all have short hair.

I just re-read the previous paragraph and am in minor disbelief.  If you told me all this when I was 18, I never would have believed it.

I had been planning on doing something special for the 100th post, like throwing a walrus party or something.  But in order to do that, I would first have to find out what that means and then I would have to actually set it up.  Maybe for the 200th post.  I think I'm just gonna chill on the walrus party for now.

Today I went inside the Colosseum and the Forum with Ryan and Travis.

I would really like to write something wholly coherent and meaningful, but my mind itches whenever I try to concentrate and plan out my thoughts.  It's easier and more realistic to type the words as they take shape; unfortunately, this results in several quasi-paragraphs of incompletely intersecting ideas and aspirations.  And sometimes phrases that don't make sense, like several quasi-paragraphs of incompletely intersecting ideas and aspirations.  And repitition.  Also, walrus parties.

 Naples
 Pamphili (Rome)
 Florence
 Naples
Amsterdam

Sunday, February 26, 2012

But Really it Doesn't Matter

Stale thoughts/Housekeeping


It’s unusual that most truck drivers aren’t multilingual, considering that they have countless hours to listen to language-learning cds.

Do I know stuff more than Socrates did back in the day?

Sunglasses company:  Tinted Vision

Is there a law that says don’t break the law?  If not, then can’t we break them?  

My age group always matters to me the most.

What does it mean to be mature?  Is it necessarily a good thing to be mature for your age?

An emergency is something that emerges.

We read Mark Twain in school and the teacher had to explain to us that it was ok to say “nigger” when reading the text in class because it was in the context of the story.  There was always one kid who didn’t feel comfortable saying it.  He probably became the most racist one in the class.

I see so many people, but so few pregnant women.  

RFD:  14.5% of men are at least 6 feet tall; 58% of Fortune 500 CEOs are at least 6 feet tall

It feels good to not be nervous.

If Martians abducted Seinfeld and let him perform stand up, they wouldn’t think he was very funny.

Soundtrack
  • There Is Love in You - Four Tet
  • Chutes Too Narrow - The Shins
  • Be the Void - Dr. Dog
  • When You Land Here, It's Time to Return - Flake Music
  • Unreleased Basement Recordings - Iron & Wine
  • In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel
  • Days - Real Estate
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