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?)

Oh, yeah...

So I'm writing a novel. Actually, several novels. I've been working on them for about three years now, and the first two should be done within four months. They're about halfway between grit-fantasy and steampunk, and if you throw in a slight dash of time-travel hard sci-fi... well, I guess you'll have to read them to find out. (Sorry, was that too blatant?)

I thought you should know that about me.

Pikachu... has fainted!

Use New Pokemon...?

Of the five of us who started our junk-food-Lent challenge, none of us completed it. It is ridiculously hard to stay off of junk food these days, not only as a university student, but as just an average citizen of North America. And hey, that's kinda scary.

I made it for fourteen days. That's the longest out of the group. I stopped last saturday when I celebrated my birthday early with my parents while at home for the weekend, having a gigantic slice of my mom's homemade-from-scratch chocolate cake. It was amazing. I took some back to school to share with my girlfriend, and we both agreed: worth losing the challenge over.

Sean was making his bed when a jellybean popped out of one the folds. So he ate it. And then realized he had lost the challenge over a jellybean he had found in his bed.
(Just a disclaimer: this was his bed at home, away from residence housing. He hadn't slept in it in about a month, and had spilled jellybeans over it the day he left.)

Everyone else made a willful decision to end it, I think, like me.



One of the things I've noticed about living in residence is that I've stopped eating for pleasure when I go get a meal in the cafeteria. I've started eating purely for fuel. I pick foods based on their dietary attributes; protein here, vegetables, here's some complex carbs and here's some water and fruit juice for liquids and vitamins.
I've turned into the machin, man. I only eat for pleasure when I go out for dinner now, and the thought occurred to me: Is this how its going to be for the rest of my life? Will I only enjoy eating when someone else makes good food for me?

I'm going to get my mom to teach me some more good recipes when I go home for the summer.

I Challenge You! Go, Pikachu!

So in the past little while my friend and I have done some 'challenges' together, mostly for shits and giggles, and a little bit to make us better people. We got through the Yes Challenge last month or so, which was fun; we weren't allowed to refuse any request or offers, unless it would affect the health and wellbeing of someone or conflict with a prior Yes-commitment.

It turned out really well, actually. We made sure not to tell anyone else we were doing it, so we couldn't be taken advantage of by our friends... Anyway, whenever we accidentally said 'no', we had to owe the other guy a beer. We both had a slip on the first day, and it was back to even, but eventually I made another slip during the week. I still owe him the beer, actually. Oh well.

Now we're doing something called Lent, but not really, because I'm atheist and he's (probably, I haven't talked to him about it yet) agnostic, so we don't really associate things with a magical Jewish zombie that frequently. Oh, and we're off of junk food for 40 days, by the way. That's what we're giving up. Because it's good for us.

Him and I (my buddy, not Jesus) are moving in together next year, hopefully near to campus or on a main bus route, so we'll be able to do all sorts of challenges soon. Fun times. We decided on a strong-willed whim after watching The Dajeeling Limited (go see it) that we were going to go to India with one set of North American hiking/walking clothes, and then buy a set of Indian clothes when we get there... and just do what we feel like for three weeks. I'm imagining bust or gold, one of the two.

So do some challenges. Just be a better person. You might even learn something. (Ew).

Lying Liars

So I lied on the last post. Sue me. I dare you.

No, please, I'm serious. I'll win the suit and get some money, and don't we all need more of that crack-mix.


More later. For serious. I finally figured out my Blogger account name, so now I can log back in again.



Hi to Sean, my only reader. How was X-Treme Hall Tennis?



EDIT: I can't type good.