... and I am watching Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring at 10.30 am while eating veggie scramble and sipping watered down grape juice.
Our glorious lives continue.
R&Y
Our glorious lives continue.
R&Y
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Lacan's mirror sucks and does nothing for me
To the millions of fans we have out there, we thank you for your patience.
I return with an equal amount of flummox-ology crammed into the tiny space where my brain is supposed to be.
Things have happened quite unexpectedly lately. Life is slightly fast forward-ing, but maybe that's just me in slow motion.
What I've realized: we always think about the now. No matter what-- memories are in relation to now. Well of course they are, because they're called memories and you recall them from the point of "time", but I mean our rotation of our universes and lives around the concept of NOW.
Everything we remember, we recollect by imagining our selves in that situation, in the moment of circumstance. Imagine if we remembered things omnisciently. How amazing would that be? And seriously, how much more would we learn when we remember our mistakes?
Maybe that's how we should approach things. Realizing all sides of the story. Instead of holding grudges. Do people really try to understand the other side of the story? Do they appreciate the other side of the story? It feels a lot like most people don't care. Perhaps they do not realize the full power of being empathetic.
There was an article I read a long time ago about elephants, and how incredibly intelligent they are despite the fact that they walk on all fours and don't read the New York Times over eggs benedict and orange juice every morning. The experiment was placing a mirror in front of animals and studying their behavior/response to determine whether or not the animal knew it was a reflection of itself. For the animals that rode the tiny short bus to school (i.e. rodents and beta fish), the animals reacted as if it were a different entity. For elephants, they realized that the image in the mirror was themselves-- and science dubbed that realization empathy. A small but solid connection to the sentient, wise homo homo sapien sapien (in anthropology class, we learned that we are indeed homo sapien sapien, but I thought we had to balance out the term with another pair, it just looks more pleasing to the eye). On an elephant! This task was incredible- the ability to feel and think beyond physical appearances! An elephant! And yet... our own practice of empathy is taken for granted. What a mere ability, on humans.
Sometimes it sucks to write about these things just because it's ridiculous. Am I really going to find an answer to any of my questions? Probably not. But that's okay.
I may write again later, but for now it's aaaaiiiiiiiight.
To the unfortunate victims in Myanmar and China, I regret that I feel no formidable compulsion to go there immediately. I wish you the very best of luck and all the help you can get despite the worst of times. I wish your loved ones well, and I hope for a better future. Myanmar and China has made me appreciate my family and friends just that much more.
I return with an equal amount of flummox-ology crammed into the tiny space where my brain is supposed to be.
Things have happened quite unexpectedly lately. Life is slightly fast forward-ing, but maybe that's just me in slow motion.
What I've realized: we always think about the now. No matter what-- memories are in relation to now. Well of course they are, because they're called memories and you recall them from the point of "time", but I mean our rotation of our universes and lives around the concept of NOW.
Everything we remember, we recollect by imagining our selves in that situation, in the moment of circumstance. Imagine if we remembered things omnisciently. How amazing would that be? And seriously, how much more would we learn when we remember our mistakes?
Maybe that's how we should approach things. Realizing all sides of the story. Instead of holding grudges. Do people really try to understand the other side of the story? Do they appreciate the other side of the story? It feels a lot like most people don't care. Perhaps they do not realize the full power of being empathetic.
There was an article I read a long time ago about elephants, and how incredibly intelligent they are despite the fact that they walk on all fours and don't read the New York Times over eggs benedict and orange juice every morning. The experiment was placing a mirror in front of animals and studying their behavior/response to determine whether or not the animal knew it was a reflection of itself. For the animals that rode the tiny short bus to school (i.e. rodents and beta fish), the animals reacted as if it were a different entity. For elephants, they realized that the image in the mirror was themselves-- and science dubbed that realization empathy. A small but solid connection to the sentient, wise homo homo sapien sapien (in anthropology class, we learned that we are indeed homo sapien sapien, but I thought we had to balance out the term with another pair, it just looks more pleasing to the eye). On an elephant! This task was incredible- the ability to feel and think beyond physical appearances! An elephant! And yet... our own practice of empathy is taken for granted. What a mere ability, on humans.
Sometimes it sucks to write about these things just because it's ridiculous. Am I really going to find an answer to any of my questions? Probably not. But that's okay.
I may write again later, but for now it's aaaaiiiiiiiight.
To the unfortunate victims in Myanmar and China, I regret that I feel no formidable compulsion to go there immediately. I wish you the very best of luck and all the help you can get despite the worst of times. I wish your loved ones well, and I hope for a better future. Myanmar and China has made me appreciate my family and friends just that much more.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
When Munchkins Rule the White House
Good friends, bad friends. Would you see them in a cafe? Would you talk on the phone? Would you talk with a friendly tone? Would you, Could you, in your house?
So, basically, Life=?
This week has been something. Started out with being a slacker (bad case of the skip-classes Mondays); had a nightmare about Hotel WXXX And the people in it which FREAKED me OUT the entire day. Then it was weird because I was freaked out by my dream, and in English 202, we discussed Freud and possible latent/manifest content in dreams.
Thus, the agenda today is: Dreams. Dreaming. I dreamt.
I truly believe they have a purpose. If a dream brings you about this alternate reality that occurs when your eyes are closed, and this happens every night, there has to be something substantial behind the ritual. I'm not concerned about the R.E.M cycle etc., but mentally. Or spiritually. Do dreams evolve when you age? Do blind men dream? What would a dream be like if you did die in your sleep?
And when you do completely forget a dream when you awake, and the dream hits you like a 20 ton truck barrelling down the highway while you're tranquilly sipping your coffee, and unknown emotions start bubbling up in response-- panic, fear, confusion, or just plain being overwhelmed-- what does that do? It's amazing how a little detail can bring so many feelings and memories back.
And what happens when you mix dreams and reality together? Is there really a difference? Because there is no way that you can personally prove that our reality exists while you are asleep. When I close my eyes, that is my reality, and I cannot confirm the existence of what physically surrounds me now without opening them. What if the world turned off like a lightbulb and went blank whenever you blinked?
Questions, questions, but never answers. it's like brewing day old coffee again and again.
Let's see if I remember tomorrow morning. Whatever I dream.
R&Y
So, basically, Life=?
This week has been something. Started out with being a slacker (bad case of the skip-classes Mondays); had a nightmare about Hotel WXXX And the people in it which FREAKED me OUT the entire day. Then it was weird because I was freaked out by my dream, and in English 202, we discussed Freud and possible latent/manifest content in dreams.
Thus, the agenda today is: Dreams. Dreaming. I dreamt.
I truly believe they have a purpose. If a dream brings you about this alternate reality that occurs when your eyes are closed, and this happens every night, there has to be something substantial behind the ritual. I'm not concerned about the R.E.M cycle etc., but mentally. Or spiritually. Do dreams evolve when you age? Do blind men dream? What would a dream be like if you did die in your sleep?
And when you do completely forget a dream when you awake, and the dream hits you like a 20 ton truck barrelling down the highway while you're tranquilly sipping your coffee, and unknown emotions start bubbling up in response-- panic, fear, confusion, or just plain being overwhelmed-- what does that do? It's amazing how a little detail can bring so many feelings and memories back.
And what happens when you mix dreams and reality together? Is there really a difference? Because there is no way that you can personally prove that our reality exists while you are asleep. When I close my eyes, that is my reality, and I cannot confirm the existence of what physically surrounds me now without opening them. What if the world turned off like a lightbulb and went blank whenever you blinked?
Questions, questions, but never answers. it's like brewing day old coffee again and again.
Let's see if I remember tomorrow morning. Whatever I dream.
R&Y
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
