i like doing these, not reading them. here, i am the writer, you are the reader, so i win.
My uncle once: i don't have one. har har.
Never in my life: have I been as cruel to others as I have been to myself.
When I was five: Ice-cream, cake, and birthdays, baby.
High School was: a cold hell. a cold nice hell? a cold nice hell punctured by good periods? of death.
I will never forget: yeah....that....
I once met: Ishmael Beah, and yes, I hugged him! And I have his autograph!
There’s this girl I know who: is so hopeless, sad, and funny. She's great in all of her brilliance, but she will never see it.
Once, at a bar: A juice bar?
By noon, I’m usually: pretending to be studying spanish.
Last night: I finished a Temptation chocolate ice-cream pint.
If I only had: [I'm not going to admit that.]
Next time I go to church: will be right before I die.
Terry Schiavo: don't even start.
What worries me most: I don't believe in worry.
When I turn my head left, I see: a messy bed. but i mainly choose to see my lovely pajama pants pants pant.s
When I turn my head right, I see: a green campus map. that's no fun, now is it?
What I miss most about the eighties: being born?
If I was a character in Shakespeare, I’d be: Hamlet, a witch, a grave-digger, or Mercutio
By this time next year: I want to be asleep
A better name for me would be: Lola ....................LaLaLola!
I have a hard time understanding: lack of emotion
If I ever go back to school I’ll: i'm in it, thank you very much.
You know I like you if: I pick up when you call.
If I ever won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: whoever helped me with the project? dur.
Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens and Geraldine Ferraro: ....is a game of "pick the important ones!"
Take my advice, never: be afraid to feel.
My ideal breakfast is: outside! we've been over this a million times with jillian. whole wheat strawberry pancakes, sweetened with agave nectar. fresh squeezed grapefruit juice. home-made banana soy yogurt. banana juice! everything organic, of course!
A song I love, but do not own is: Afternoon Tea
If you visit my hometown, I suggest: eating some cream!
Tulips, character flaws, microchips and track stars: are all pretty in their own way.
Why won’t people: do what they want to do?
If you spend the night at my house: don't be annoying, just don't. i'll kick you out.
I’d stop my wedding for: a ground-breaking protest!
The world could do without: George W. Bush
I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: eat flesh again.
My favorite blonde is: cameron. still.
Paper clips are more useful than: my math teacher?
If I do anything well, it’s: learning how to be alive!
And by the way: I love you!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
these are the days that life is made of
i think my spanish lector is completely scared of me, and probably thinks i'm stalking him. uncomfortable, certainly.[for him, not for me.]
i have to rewrite my entire hum paper. back to square one is not an exaggeration.
i have a pb blueberry bagel. it's warm.
i ran out of flex dollars today. it was mildly embarassing.
i'm still kinda starving.
my writing intern cooks for himself....with...100% ORGANIC INGREDIENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i passed by a tree today that i have passed over so many times, and for the first time, noticed how remarkable its beauty was.
stopped and stared at said tree for at least 5 mins
i finally get what the hum prompt is about.
i love my life.
i have to rewrite my entire hum paper. back to square one is not an exaggeration.
i have a pb blueberry bagel. it's warm.
i ran out of flex dollars today. it was mildly embarassing.
i'm still kinda starving.
my writing intern cooks for himself....with...100% ORGANIC INGREDIENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i passed by a tree today that i have passed over so many times, and for the first time, noticed how remarkable its beauty was.
stopped and stared at said tree for at least 5 mins
i finally get what the hum prompt is about.
i love my life.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
food
eating a low-fat raw-vegan diet is all about...the hyphenations. obviously. just kidding! it's all about connecting with the food, and nurturing your body whole. not tricking it with substances that mask the food (if there's any left by the time you're done burning it), but burying your nose in a persimmon and declaring your love. not that all raw foodists do this, mind you. once you add enough salt, oil, etc, things will begin tasting like salted oiled texture, not actual fruits, vegetables, nuts, and seeds. it seems like an average diet attempts to avoid the natural part of eating. not only do we not eat when we're hungry, and stuff ourselves to the point of physical pain, but we circumvent the way food is found in nature, and the way it's meant to be eaten. we skin animals, clean them, and shape their flesh into marbled pieces so we aren't confronted with the gruesome reality of eating someone's flesh. [true omnivores/carnivores can rip through skin, hair, etc, and are not repulsed (whatsoever) from rot, maggots, stench, etc.] we can't eat grains from the actual plants so we collect them, crack them, mill them, emulsify and wet them, and then bake them so we can finally eat them. seems like a lot of work, eh? what's wrong with eating a piece of fruit? nature has provided us with all of the plants we ever need. and no, your local forest preserve doesn't come with a microwave. [there's a reason for that!] mother's milk has about 10-14% protein in it. breastmilk is the perfect formula for our young, rapidly developing selves. what makes us think that as we grow older, and are by no means growing at the pace (or at all) as we did when we were babies, we need more protein? 25%???? get real! 50 grams of protein is a sizeable amount. also, isn't there sense to the evolutionary principle of being fit? being able to live a healthy life for a long time in order to reproduce, etc? how can we do this? RAW FOOD! it simply makes sense. 80% of our daily food is fruit! our bodies can immediately put the simple sugars we eat to use. and since they are simple molecules, we'll produce less free radicals in their breakdown. compare to proteins/fats which take a ridiculously long time to break down, and only following, create many more free radicals. no wonder there are 20 year old average-dieters who look generations older than 70 year old raw foodists! no wonder that when done right, we are the healthiest, and most active people in the world. we are strong, lean, fruit-eating machines! blemishes clear, swelling and bloating disappears, under-eye circles begone. welcome the gorgeous, natural, healthy world that is raw food, and soon, you!
it's too expensive? spending $120 on inhalers is too expensive. paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to people that cut you open, take things out, and sometimes leave things in you is too expensive. above all, paying with your life is too expensive.
either we invest, yes, invest, in our health today, or we suffer the consequences later. i choose life right now. i want to be able to appreciate the colors and smell of my food. i want it to be wet with dew and a little dirty with mud. i want to be able to hold it in my hands and dish out thanks for the earth that grew it.
we have to look at where this criticism is coming from. if i am a happy, healthy, extremely fit low-fat raw vegan, and you are a diabetes ridden, bed-struck, fatigue, headache, (general ache) consumed person who huffs and puffs after mounting a staircase, there is nothing you can say about me, my diet, or my lifestyle that will make me want to change it. in fact, any misguided "warning" that you have for me will only be used to fuel my green, biodiesel fire.
if getting enough protein, b12, carbs, whatever your uninformed, or rather, malinformed mouth has to offer me, is enriching my life, and chaining yours to big pharma, then i'll take it. i will live in the woods. i'll leave the hopsital bed for you.
it's too expensive? spending $120 on inhalers is too expensive. paying hundreds of thousands of dollars to people that cut you open, take things out, and sometimes leave things in you is too expensive. above all, paying with your life is too expensive.
either we invest, yes, invest, in our health today, or we suffer the consequences later. i choose life right now. i want to be able to appreciate the colors and smell of my food. i want it to be wet with dew and a little dirty with mud. i want to be able to hold it in my hands and dish out thanks for the earth that grew it.
we have to look at where this criticism is coming from. if i am a happy, healthy, extremely fit low-fat raw vegan, and you are a diabetes ridden, bed-struck, fatigue, headache, (general ache) consumed person who huffs and puffs after mounting a staircase, there is nothing you can say about me, my diet, or my lifestyle that will make me want to change it. in fact, any misguided "warning" that you have for me will only be used to fuel my green, biodiesel fire.
if getting enough protein, b12, carbs, whatever your uninformed, or rather, malinformed mouth has to offer me, is enriching my life, and chaining yours to big pharma, then i'll take it. i will live in the woods. i'll leave the hopsital bed for you.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Maybe This Explains...
The way I felt on Tuesday, and still, very much so feel, but alas, it is not Tuesday anymore. Some of you know exactly what this means. Wait until Sunday? Ah.
Taken from a good person's blog, dear old Thatcher:
Innocence: It's not there. Do you guys realize that everything that comes out of my mouth has to be thought about beforehand? Lets say I really want to just run up and talk to a girl after not seeing her for a month. In an innocent world, I'd just run up there, and do exactly what I want to do, just talk to her. Instead, we live in this crazy world where everything Thatcher says or does has to be premeditated. Whats with that?
My sister Steph teaches kindergarten, and its funny to see what her kids do. They seem like they're just so "Innocent" they just do stuff. They say the freakin' funniest things, and they just do it, like its nothing. So, you think, hey, they just do stuff, why can't I do stuff?
Well, in kindergarten, I thought about stuff too. When I talked to adults, I thought about what I was going to say. I didnt mean for it to be funny, I had a goal in mind when I opened my mouth. Are you guys like that?
So, that's what kills me. Its the fact that everything that anyone has ever said had a motive behind it. Everything I've said has had a motive behind it. I can't really remember a time when I just gave up this whole premeditation thing and just ran with it. If I think a girl is good looking one day, why not say it? Well duh, cause that'd be weird. Instead we're gonna think about saying it, and then not say it, good call.
Which makes it kinda weird, because then when a girl says something to me, you've got to realize that it probably comes from their brain, and not necessarily from their heart. Acting on instinct is interesting, because its just me and whatever I've shaped my brain in to, its not me forcing my brain to do stuff. Sometimes my instinctive mind surprises me, it's kinda fun.
If I run up to tanya the first day of 9th grade and say "hey, how was summer? You look dandy!" or if I sit in my desk and think to myself "Hey, there's tanya, she looks good today" its really just the difference between acting on instinct, doing what I want, and not acting on instinct, but doing what my noggin tells me to. Whats the difference in the end? Well, me forgetting about Tanya. The real deal is, we think about what we do, so how can we trust ourselves or other people? If everyone did what they wanted deep down in their heart, we could tell what a person was really like after about 2 minutes. We could tell what they wanted in life, and what they're willing to do to get it. The honest them. Instead, we see the product of them thinking about "hey, what can I do to get the most out of this situation?"
This isnt necessarily a bad thing, its just a thing. Maybe its totally the wrong thing, maybe im way off base. Maybe im the only weird one, or maybe you all think about stuff just as much as I do. Maybe you over analyze things to the point where you do nothing. Or maybe, I'm a nutjob with access to a good internet connection, and a blog service dumb enough to let me write.
In the end, I thought about this. These ideas might have come from my heart, but they had to pass my brain's filter first. Is that comforting, or disconcerting? Depends on who you are.
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Well put, Thatcher. I would say that Chris isn't the only one that feels like this, we all are. Truly. The real us is covered under so many different levels of censorship, rejection, etc. What if we were to act like we want to act like, the way that we feel truly represents us in the best, clearest, most unconvoluted way? What if we were to say exactly what we thought, when we thought? No rules, no games, no lies.
Try it, just for a day. You would be surprised at how remarkably simple, real, fun, and enjoyable life becomes. It is so liberating.
Sure, maybe we'd all wind up saying things like this:
"Okay, look. We have a lot of stuff in common, you're ridiculously attractive. Can we just go to the Chicago Diner?"
or...
"Bwahahahaha. Loser."
But is there something terriby awful in that?
Better to live once than spend a lifetime in the dead, cold, miserable dust.
Now, off to running and being my fantastic self! Huzzah.
Taken from a good person's blog, dear old Thatcher:
Innocence: It's not there. Do you guys realize that everything that comes out of my mouth has to be thought about beforehand? Lets say I really want to just run up and talk to a girl after not seeing her for a month. In an innocent world, I'd just run up there, and do exactly what I want to do, just talk to her. Instead, we live in this crazy world where everything Thatcher says or does has to be premeditated. Whats with that?
My sister Steph teaches kindergarten, and its funny to see what her kids do. They seem like they're just so "Innocent" they just do stuff. They say the freakin' funniest things, and they just do it, like its nothing. So, you think, hey, they just do stuff, why can't I do stuff?
Well, in kindergarten, I thought about stuff too. When I talked to adults, I thought about what I was going to say. I didnt mean for it to be funny, I had a goal in mind when I opened my mouth. Are you guys like that?
So, that's what kills me. Its the fact that everything that anyone has ever said had a motive behind it. Everything I've said has had a motive behind it. I can't really remember a time when I just gave up this whole premeditation thing and just ran with it. If I think a girl is good looking one day, why not say it? Well duh, cause that'd be weird. Instead we're gonna think about saying it, and then not say it, good call.
Which makes it kinda weird, because then when a girl says something to me, you've got to realize that it probably comes from their brain, and not necessarily from their heart. Acting on instinct is interesting, because its just me and whatever I've shaped my brain in to, its not me forcing my brain to do stuff. Sometimes my instinctive mind surprises me, it's kinda fun.
If I run up to tanya the first day of 9th grade and say "hey, how was summer? You look dandy!" or if I sit in my desk and think to myself "Hey, there's tanya, she looks good today" its really just the difference between acting on instinct, doing what I want, and not acting on instinct, but doing what my noggin tells me to. Whats the difference in the end? Well, me forgetting about Tanya. The real deal is, we think about what we do, so how can we trust ourselves or other people? If everyone did what they wanted deep down in their heart, we could tell what a person was really like after about 2 minutes. We could tell what they wanted in life, and what they're willing to do to get it. The honest them. Instead, we see the product of them thinking about "hey, what can I do to get the most out of this situation?"
This isnt necessarily a bad thing, its just a thing. Maybe its totally the wrong thing, maybe im way off base. Maybe im the only weird one, or maybe you all think about stuff just as much as I do. Maybe you over analyze things to the point where you do nothing. Or maybe, I'm a nutjob with access to a good internet connection, and a blog service dumb enough to let me write.
In the end, I thought about this. These ideas might have come from my heart, but they had to pass my brain's filter first. Is that comforting, or disconcerting? Depends on who you are.
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Well put, Thatcher. I would say that Chris isn't the only one that feels like this, we all are. Truly. The real us is covered under so many different levels of censorship, rejection, etc. What if we were to act like we want to act like, the way that we feel truly represents us in the best, clearest, most unconvoluted way? What if we were to say exactly what we thought, when we thought? No rules, no games, no lies.
Try it, just for a day. You would be surprised at how remarkably simple, real, fun, and enjoyable life becomes. It is so liberating.
Sure, maybe we'd all wind up saying things like this:
"Okay, look. We have a lot of stuff in common, you're ridiculously attractive. Can we just go to the Chicago Diner?"
or...
"Bwahahahaha. Loser."
But is there something terriby awful in that?
Better to live once than spend a lifetime in the dead, cold, miserable dust.
Now, off to running and being my fantastic self! Huzzah.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sent at 2:57 pm. no joke.
another day, another email.
Hi Mark,
This is ______. You seemed a little unusually sad today, and there were times when I thought you were crying. It could have been allergies, or something awful may have happened. If there's something I can do, please let me know.
I know that this may seem a little odd, especially because I'm not certain if you know who I am, but it is here nevertheless.
Concerned classmate,
_______
why can't we use emails for this magic force of good, compassion, and delight?
i'm catching on to the whole email thing, but the crazy kids on the crackberry in no way send emails like this. i know you don't. so ha.
next, i'm thinking i'm going to emailsess the lector and intern.
something like, i love you all. ok, not really. i'll probably mention meditation with the intern. maybe not.
am i going crazzzy?
Hi Mark,
This is ______. You seemed a little unusually sad today, and there were times when I thought you were crying. It could have been allergies, or something awful may have happened. If there's something I can do, please let me know.
I know that this may seem a little odd, especially because I'm not certain if you know who I am, but it is here nevertheless.
Concerned classmate,
_______
why can't we use emails for this magic force of good, compassion, and delight?
i'm catching on to the whole email thing, but the crazy kids on the crackberry in no way send emails like this. i know you don't. so ha.
next, i'm thinking i'm going to emailsess the lector and intern.
something like, i love you all. ok, not really. i'll probably mention meditation with the intern. maybe not.
am i going crazzzy?
did i mention that when you're happy, and you know it, everybody else finds out too?
and they smile at you, and your happiness rubs off on them?
this is how we change the world kids, really!
and they smile at you, and your happiness rubs off on them?
this is how we change the world kids, really!
the reply my hum teacher sent me:
Thanks Ksenia, I'll do what I can for the trees!
didn't i tell you she was cool?
today has been an absolutely, beyond-belief, and comprehension, for that matter, day! i always imagine these scenes, conversations, etc, but in the mean time, i forget that the people in my imagined scenarios are real people. they have feelings, thoughts, and things to say. people are neat.
in short, today is just leaps and bounds better anything i would have ever imagined.
love, love, love life and all things and people.
brief hilights of day:
jacket + scarf. pretty much sums life up.
violent femmes.
talking to lector after class
macs. haha.
paper due at 4. yay.
writing intern. huffle buffle.
talking to arrr football player after class. arr, i'm smart. [him] really great chat-the kinds of things that this school is supposedly known for. basically, the viewbook came to life!
da bluetood.
passsta
me!
Thanks Ksenia, I'll do what I can for the trees!
didn't i tell you she was cool?
today has been an absolutely, beyond-belief, and comprehension, for that matter, day! i always imagine these scenes, conversations, etc, but in the mean time, i forget that the people in my imagined scenarios are real people. they have feelings, thoughts, and things to say. people are neat.
in short, today is just leaps and bounds better anything i would have ever imagined.
love, love, love life and all things and people.
brief hilights of day:
jacket + scarf. pretty much sums life up.
violent femmes.
talking to lector after class
macs. haha.
paper due at 4. yay.
writing intern. huffle buffle.
talking to arrr football player after class. arr, i'm smart. [him] really great chat-the kinds of things that this school is supposedly known for. basically, the viewbook came to life!
da bluetood.
passsta
me!
okay, so i should go to sleep, but i have this crazy burst of energy [damn that sugar!]
right, so i'm quitting sugar again. of course, am i not always in the process of quitting sugar?
everytime i lose control, i got disco in my soul. yeah baby. yeah.
oh, so i met jen today. and she is unbelievably gorgeous and just plain rad. yes, i said that too. i want to spend more time with her.
right, so i'm quitting sugar again. of course, am i not always in the process of quitting sugar?
everytime i lose control, i got disco in my soul. yeah baby. yeah.
oh, so i met jen today. and she is unbelievably gorgeous and just plain rad. yes, i said that too. i want to spend more time with her.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Life, I love you. I really, really do.
You are most magnificent and unpredictable in the greatest, craziest ways.
Oh, and did I mention how warm it was today? like 66 or something? global warming and all, but it was really pleasant.
rawr.
Life, I love you. I really, really do.
You are most magnificent and unpredictable in the greatest, craziest ways.
Oh, and did I mention how warm it was today? like 66 or something? global warming and all, but it was really pleasant.
rawr.
What I just sent my hum professor:
Dear Prof. Fenno,
I think the dropbox is a great idea. Can we please receive our grades/comments via email as well? For the trees and all...
Thanks,
Ksenia
p.s. I wanted to tell you that I think that you are a great teacher, and simply, "ultra-cool." Yes, I said that. I'm on a kick of telling people what I feel about them, so there you have it.
See you tomorrow!
I feel so great about this! the send button is so liberating! You just type what you want to say, and then send it! ahbahgah! I love life, i love my life, i love the people in my life.
list of the things i love:
hum professor. i want to build her a house and give her a candied apple.
vegans.
my gorgeous spanish lector
my understanding and just ridiculously great writing intern
how belittling learning a new language can be
my spanish teacher's laugh
the awkwardness of my calc teacher
jillian
people that i love. you know who they are.
dawn's crazy escapades
crazy escapades in general
good food
good company
good times
memorable times
good muzzzaakks.
me
emails. not really, but right now.
my paper
the iliad
[do not love the genesis. ewh.]
me and my crazy food patterns
almost everything
my absolute drive to get really dressed up for tuesdays.
yeah...
sleep!
oh, and the fact that sometimes, you become really liberated and free, and feel the insatiable urge to do really crazy things, like sending people emails telling them how you feel about them, not how you want to feel, or how you think you should feel, but how you truly feel, oh, and did i mention put on rose lip-gloss and dance around to rod stewart?
yeah, i did.
shazzzam.
have a goodnight everybody!
i loveses you?
Dear Prof. Fenno,
I think the dropbox is a great idea. Can we please receive our grades/comments via email as well? For the trees and all...
Thanks,
Ksenia
p.s. I wanted to tell you that I think that you are a great teacher, and simply, "ultra-cool." Yes, I said that. I'm on a kick of telling people what I feel about them, so there you have it.
See you tomorrow!
I feel so great about this! the send button is so liberating! You just type what you want to say, and then send it! ahbahgah! I love life, i love my life, i love the people in my life.
list of the things i love:
hum professor. i want to build her a house and give her a candied apple.
vegans.
my gorgeous spanish lector
my understanding and just ridiculously great writing intern
how belittling learning a new language can be
my spanish teacher's laugh
the awkwardness of my calc teacher
jillian
people that i love. you know who they are.
dawn's crazy escapades
crazy escapades in general
good food
good company
good times
memorable times
good muzzzaakks.
me
emails. not really, but right now.
my paper
the iliad
[do not love the genesis. ewh.]
me and my crazy food patterns
almost everything
my absolute drive to get really dressed up for tuesdays.
yeah...
sleep!
oh, and the fact that sometimes, you become really liberated and free, and feel the insatiable urge to do really crazy things, like sending people emails telling them how you feel about them, not how you want to feel, or how you think you should feel, but how you truly feel, oh, and did i mention put on rose lip-gloss and dance around to rod stewart?
yeah, i did.
shazzzam.
have a goodnight everybody!
i loveses you?
Monday, November 12, 2007
eaten so far today
a rawma apple bar
lots of water!
1/2 a grapefruit
cheerios con leche de soya
dak masala
spinach & other "spring mix" leaves
honeydew
corn on the cob
red apple
feeling good!
lots of water!
1/2 a grapefruit
cheerios con leche de soya
dak masala
spinach & other "spring mix" leaves
honeydew
corn on the cob
red apple
feeling good!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
and lettuce
i would like to spend a week, a month, a year, without a cellphone. actually, i've already spent 2 weeks without one, and that was a ball of joy. sounds extreme, right? well, i became a vegan because i feel that consuming animal products is wrong. doesn't seem that not using cellphones because of some sort of disagreement would be a mile away.
i think that when i do my farm internship, i won't be taking a cellphone. shazzzam.
i think that when i do my farm internship, i won't be taking a cellphone. shazzzam.
bunnies like carrots
Let me start by saying, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Certain individuals have become extremely contentious lately, and I must admit, with some things, I have a very low barrier for frustration.
Some of my frustration has been spurred by yet another not so lovely conversation at the lunch table today. We were vaguely discussing cellphones.
Me: "Oh god forbid, we'll have to live without cellphones."
J: "As sarcastically as you say that, I really don't think I would be able to live without my cellphone."
Now, this whole concept of living with or without technology is completely absurd. Okay, so water filtration systems=good, and yes, you may actually not be able to live without them, but computer, nintendo, other meaningless suckers of time, family, justice, and all that is good in the world...well, you see where this is going. I know that it's not a black or white issue. Yes, I'll even concede that sometimes it is really nice to be able to communicate with somebody a while away.
Maybe it's not that cellphones are innately evil (true, they are made to be convenient after all), it's just that we're using cellphones in a bad way. One thing that I find most upsetting is seeing a pair (or even a group!) of people walking together (in theory), but chatting on the phone to some other distant personite, and actually not being together, with their group, or even being in the present moment in practice. Arr.
People feel like they constantly have to be at the beck-and-call of an electronic device. And you know what, that's just silly. Only in the 21st century are microchips controlling our lives. Simcards may be more appropriate, whatever.
I guess this goes back to the whole "everything is bad in extremes" theorem, but I've never been a fan. Not amused. Maybe it's because people like to refer to my diet as extreme, and oh, they think they are just so damn creative about asking if carrots have feelings. Right, back to (only marginally) topic. I have never been truly convinced, the reason being is that "extreme" is a largely vague term, drastically differing and depending on those polled. There are many extremity is bad examples, but what I consider extreme could be somebody's daily accepted habit. For instance, staying up until 2 am to write a paper= extreme for me. Not going to do it. On the other hand, I know a plethora of people [read: most college students everywhere, except maybe in spain, when do i leave again?] who do this with every paper they're assigned. Extreme for them: cereal for dessert [think, "hardcore health"]. Para mi, it's what i do here.
I think I should marry an activist for Forest Ethics, who doesn't have a cellphone because "technology is corrupting our lives..." yeah, like that.
In conclusion though, I do want to say one last thing.
Get off of your cellphone. Look around you. Embrace, connect with, and appreciate who you're with, where you are, and what you have. Start thinking small. Live in your mind, your family, your community. Do something and see the change it creates.
*Now, something ultra-ironic. When I was finished writing this, I texted Jessica to let her know that I updated my blog. Hypocritical? Perhaps, but I thought that it would bring a good deal of happiness to her life. And that's what's important.
-> Off to calc hw, spanish study, & genesis reading.
~Also, they had tabbouleh at lunch today. It was so, so good. Very pleased.
Certain individuals have become extremely contentious lately, and I must admit, with some things, I have a very low barrier for frustration.
Some of my frustration has been spurred by yet another not so lovely conversation at the lunch table today. We were vaguely discussing cellphones.
Me: "Oh god forbid, we'll have to live without cellphones."
J: "As sarcastically as you say that, I really don't think I would be able to live without my cellphone."
Now, this whole concept of living with or without technology is completely absurd. Okay, so water filtration systems=good, and yes, you may actually not be able to live without them, but computer, nintendo, other meaningless suckers of time, family, justice, and all that is good in the world...well, you see where this is going. I know that it's not a black or white issue. Yes, I'll even concede that sometimes it is really nice to be able to communicate with somebody a while away.
Maybe it's not that cellphones are innately evil (true, they are made to be convenient after all), it's just that we're using cellphones in a bad way. One thing that I find most upsetting is seeing a pair (or even a group!) of people walking together (in theory), but chatting on the phone to some other distant personite, and actually not being together, with their group, or even being in the present moment in practice. Arr.
People feel like they constantly have to be at the beck-and-call of an electronic device. And you know what, that's just silly. Only in the 21st century are microchips controlling our lives. Simcards may be more appropriate, whatever.
I guess this goes back to the whole "everything is bad in extremes" theorem, but I've never been a fan. Not amused. Maybe it's because people like to refer to my diet as extreme, and oh, they think they are just so damn creative about asking if carrots have feelings. Right, back to (only marginally) topic. I have never been truly convinced, the reason being is that "extreme" is a largely vague term, drastically differing and depending on those polled. There are many extremity is bad examples, but what I consider extreme could be somebody's daily accepted habit. For instance, staying up until 2 am to write a paper= extreme for me. Not going to do it. On the other hand, I know a plethora of people [read: most college students everywhere, except maybe in spain, when do i leave again?] who do this with every paper they're assigned. Extreme for them: cereal for dessert [think, "hardcore health"]. Para mi, it's what i do here.
I think I should marry an activist for Forest Ethics, who doesn't have a cellphone because "technology is corrupting our lives..." yeah, like that.
In conclusion though, I do want to say one last thing.
Get off of your cellphone. Look around you. Embrace, connect with, and appreciate who you're with, where you are, and what you have. Start thinking small. Live in your mind, your family, your community. Do something and see the change it creates.
*Now, something ultra-ironic. When I was finished writing this, I texted Jessica to let her know that I updated my blog. Hypocritical? Perhaps, but I thought that it would bring a good deal of happiness to her life. And that's what's important.
-> Off to calc hw, spanish study, & genesis reading.
~Also, they had tabbouleh at lunch today. It was so, so good. Very pleased.
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