The Little Death

I've become tired of trying to be clever, so I'm going to leave this blog alone for awhile and focus on school and my own writing, which desperately needs to be finished and sent off into the world.

Anyway, I might be back sometime. We'll see. Have a good one, ok?

Big Places

Have you ever noticed that the bigger a house is, the more crushing it feels when it's empty? Or parks, or, I dunno, say perhaps a square in the center of town.

And there's a difference between no one being there, and actual emptiness. A park with no people in it is just a quiet park, but when it's empty... you can't see it, or smell it, but the difference is there. It's an anti-presence, the absence of something. It's darker without having less light, dimmer without a lessening of hue, duller without a lack of tone.

I just want to fill it with COLOUR! Reds and blues and yellows and magenta and orange and purple and green and all the emotions they bring in their pandemonium of a retinue.

The smell of lemons and then texture of a yaks tongue! Clouds that rise from drains in the morning and the sound that a rubber band makes when you shoot across an aircraft hangar! If you have emptiness, fill it with what makes you healthy and happy.

WHALES ON TRICYCLES THAT USE TRUMPETS TO SERENADE THE MOON INTO THE NXT CENTURY OF ULTIMATE KINDNESS

Superheroes

We are the generation that saves the world. Hopefully.

I mean, that's a lot of pressure, you know? I just write books and read comics and doodle in my notepad. How am I going to save the world? I like to reuse and recycle and reduce and reprocess and recover and reclaim and all that jazzy stuff, but its not enough. I know this. You know this. We all know this.

And we all smile and nod to David Suzuki. Hey, yes, how are you? Good, me too. Yes, well, you know the weather these days. [Awkward cough]. Ah, no, haven't read--new book, eh? New or newer? Ah, I see. Well, what with--I just--no, I mean--well, maybe if--hey--ju--SHUT UP! Look, the world's gone to shit, so don't even bother saying "I told you so!" because we know and its too late! Fucking hell... [awkward exit].

I hope that we have enough time. To save the world; the biosphere of earth, and maybe even human culture with it.

Its just a lot of pressure for just one generation. And I'm still just worrying about getting enough money to pay for university.

Nick Park

Wallace and Gromit and amazing, and you should watch them. If you haven't seen any W&G, you are an outcast of society and really, really lame.


So go watch some.

On the Nature of Zen

I don't know what to post to you guy(s) these days, so here's nothing.

































































































































Sometimes peace and quiet is nice though, isn't it?

Homework

Ok guys, here's some advice for all you cool kids:

Don't do your homework with your friends. It doesn't get done. Evar.

The Exam

Is hope actually 'better' than despair? (10 marks)

What can you understand about this situation from past experiences and situations studied previously? Write in paragraph form.

Do you ever lie in bed at night and finally come up with a great comeback that you wish you had before? Or do you just masturbate and fall asleep alone again?

Is this the true measure of:
a) the sides of the triangle
b) the area of this shape
c) the colour-opacity in this particular work of art
d) your life
e) none of the above, but perhaps a bottle of root-beer, please

Examine the ethics of discussing break-up strategies with your current girlfriend, even though neither of you is actually considering leaving the other, but sometimes you imagine being in a relationship with other girls and it just doesn't compare in the slightest to the one you're with now. Point form is not accepted, at least four paragraphs of three sentences each.

You have eighty-seven years, barring catastrophic failure or unforeseen and sudden termination. Begin at once.

(Will it be worth it in the end?)